bolder, slither across my bare skin and ground me as I savor every inch of skin from her neck to her wrist. My hands run up the tops of her thighs, trying to fill the aching need in the pit of my stomach to know every curve and crevice of her body. But not there… If I touched her where I’m dying to, well, there’ll be no stopping.
I fi nd the lace of her bra in my hands and inhale a deep breath so I don’t shred it. A second is all I need to gauge her reaction, and she willingly gives it, dropping her shoulders with a mischievous grin. Holy shit. She wants this. Time seems infinite as I unhook it and slide the straps off her body, revealing flawless, ivory skin underneath. I try to remember everything, from the picture-perfect swells of her breasts to the texture of her lips as her smile grows wider. I capture her hands with my own and hold them above her head for just a second, where I can live in this one moment. Because it will never happen again.
I’m her bad decision, and for this drunken night, I’m all too willing to be it.
I kiss her because right now I’m incapable not to, drawn to her like hot glass to a punty. But I can’t stop. I should. But fuck, my mouth is on a drop-dead gorgeous girl and I’m not giving that up. I kiss her hard, slow, and every way I can imagine, burning the memory so I can replay it for the next week. Or month. Shit, maybe forever.
There’s an infinitesimal moment of silence, the two of us reading each other’s thoughts— I don’t know her, she doesn’t know me, we’re both pretty buzzed, and are we still going to do this? And then I grin. “You sure you don’t want me to leave?”
She shakes her head, nibbling my lip at the same time. “Not a chance.”
“Okay then,” I say, my mouth going dry with the thought of getting those pretty, pink nipples into my mouth. I kiss my way down her neck, smiling inside at her every gasp, her breathy moans, as I suck her into my mouth. In my hands, against my tongue, she feels incredible, and if she whimpers like that one more time, I’m going to explode in my fucking pants like a fourteen-year-old.
She lowers her face for a kiss, and I gi ve it to her, clinging to her lips as long as I can before resting my forehead to hers, panting for air. “Christ, Cam.”
“More.”
A line of kisses drip down her neck then I take her nipple into my mouth again, swirling my tongue until her knees tighten around my hips and she rocks beneath me, likely feeling just how much I want her.
As gently as I can manage without flinging her like a ragdoll, I nudge her flat on her back, t he cushions whimpering with the shift in our weight. Cam’s fingers glide through my hair and guide me down on top of her. Skin to skin. Lips on lips. Jagged breath mingling between our mouths when my knee nudges her legs apart, mouth crushing hers. I press my body hard against her and she presses back, unable to get enough of her skin in my grip. She fingers the button on my jeans and just as metal glides through material, I grasp her hand in mine, staring into her eyes.
“This isn’t what you want.” I don’t know where the words come from and, man, I am way more of a saint than I knew I was, because this half-naked girl beneath me just gave me the go-ahead to consume her senseless and I stopped it. Because… “You’re obviously just trying to distract yourself from something. Or someone. Or… I don’t really know.” I’m not good at this.
She strokes her fingers down my chest, unravelling the control I’m so desperately grappling with. “That was before I knew how good it’d feel. How good you’d feel. Don’t stop.”
M y eyes close, blocking her out the only way I know how, trying to ignore that she just asked me to keep my hands on her. Fuck. This beautiful, half-naked girl wants me, and in my head all I can think is yes, yes, yes! I really am an asshole. My hands memorize her curves as I slip them down the side of her body, and then I
I fi nd the lace of her bra in my hands and inhale a deep breath so I don’t shred it. A second is all I need to gauge her reaction, and she willingly gives it, dropping her shoulders with a mischievous grin. Holy shit. She wants this. Time seems infinite as I unhook it and slide the straps off her body, revealing flawless, ivory skin underneath. I try to remember everything, from the picture-perfect swells of her breasts to the texture of her lips as her smile grows wider. I capture her hands with my own and hold them above her head for just a second, where I can live in this one moment. Because it will never happen again.
I’m her bad decision, and for this drunken night, I’m all too willing to be it.
I kiss her because right now I’m incapable not to, drawn to her like hot glass to a punty. But I can’t stop. I should. But fuck, my mouth is on a drop-dead gorgeous girl and I’m not giving that up. I kiss her hard, slow, and every way I can imagine, burning the memory so I can replay it for the next week. Or month. Shit, maybe forever.
There’s an infinitesimal moment of silence, the two of us reading each other’s thoughts— I don’t know her, she doesn’t know me, we’re both pretty buzzed, and are we still going to do this? And then I grin. “You sure you don’t want me to leave?”
She shakes her head, nibbling my lip at the same time. “Not a chance.”
“Okay then,” I say, my mouth going dry with the thought of getting those pretty, pink nipples into my mouth. I kiss my way down her neck, smiling inside at her every gasp, her breathy moans, as I suck her into my mouth. In my hands, against my tongue, she feels incredible, and if she whimpers like that one more time, I’m going to explode in my fucking pants like a fourteen-year-old.
She lowers her face for a kiss, and I gi ve it to her, clinging to her lips as long as I can before resting my forehead to hers, panting for air. “Christ, Cam.”
“More.”
A line of kisses drip down her neck then I take her nipple into my mouth again, swirling my tongue until her knees tighten around my hips and she rocks beneath me, likely feeling just how much I want her.
As gently as I can manage without flinging her like a ragdoll, I nudge her flat on her back, t he cushions whimpering with the shift in our weight. Cam’s fingers glide through my hair and guide me down on top of her. Skin to skin. Lips on lips. Jagged breath mingling between our mouths when my knee nudges her legs apart, mouth crushing hers. I press my body hard against her and she presses back, unable to get enough of her skin in my grip. She fingers the button on my jeans and just as metal glides through material, I grasp her hand in mine, staring into her eyes.
“This isn’t what you want.” I don’t know where the words come from and, man, I am way more of a saint than I knew I was, because this half-naked girl beneath me just gave me the go-ahead to consume her senseless and I stopped it. Because… “You’re obviously just trying to distract yourself from something. Or someone. Or… I don’t really know.” I’m not good at this.
She strokes her fingers down my chest, unravelling the control I’m so desperately grappling with. “That was before I knew how good it’d feel. How good you’d feel. Don’t stop.”
M y eyes close, blocking her out the only way I know how, trying to ignore that she just asked me to keep my hands on her. Fuck. This beautiful, half-naked girl wants me, and in my head all I can think is yes, yes, yes! I really am an asshole. My hands memorize her curves as I slip them down the side of her body, and then I
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