too closely. “All pink and wet and swollen. For me.”
She tipped her head back, staring at the ceiling and trying not to groan. But she was fully exposed to him, overly sensitive from her recent release, and it was unbearably erotic even while mortification washed over her.
Cameron repositioned himself directly between her thighs, urging them wider still so that they accommodated his broad shoulders. Using his thumbs, he opened her even more and just when she thought she couldn’t bear it another second, he lowered his head and his rough velvet tongue lapped the length of her, up to but not quite touching her clitoris.
Her hips rose sharply off the bed as her back bowed and the breath in her lungs escaped in a rush. “Cameron.”
He licked again, and again. His mouth was scalding, his tongue rasping against already aroused tissues. Asia gripped the sheets, trying to anchor herself, trying to keep still, but she strained against him, wanting and needing more.
He teased and tasted her everywhere except where she most wanted to feel the tantalizing flick of his tongue. “Please,” she barely whispered.
And with a soft groan, he drew her in, suckling at her clitoris, nipping with his teeth. Asia moaned with the unbelievable pleasure of it, her entire body drawing tight and then melting on wave after wave of sensation.
She didn’t know she’d cried until she felt Cameron kissing the tears from her cheeks, murmuring softly, reassuringly—and sinking deep into her body with a low, long groan.
“Oh,” she said, and got her eyes to open.
“Hi,” he whispered, withdrawing inch by inch, and then pressing in again. He filled her up, stretched her already sensitive vulva unbearably, and the friction was incredible.
Dark color slashed his cheekbones and his blue eyes burned with an inner fire, intense and wild and tender.
“You’re making love to me,” she said, awed and a little overwhelmed because she’d thought her body was spent, as boneless as oatmeal. Yet she couldn’t stop herself from countering his every move.
“I’m making love
with
you,” he corrected.
“But I’m not doing anything,” she said, thinking of all the ways she should have kissed him and touched him in turn.
His beautiful smile made her heart do flip-flops. “You’re you—that’s all you need to do.”
“Cameron.” She lifted limp arms to wrap around his neck and squeeze him tight. He kissed her lax mouth, and she felt his smile and kissed him back.
After a minute or two of that, she felt the need to shift and did, only to find the one position that really gratified was wrapping her legs around his waist.
He groaned, then drove a tiny bit harder, farther into her, until it was both an awesome pleasure and a small pain, a joining so complete that she was a part of him, and he of her.
She answered his groan with a gasp, her hips lifting into his, urging him on.
“That’s it,” he said, and cupped her buttocks in his hands, working her against him, his face a fierce study of concentration.
Incredibly, the feelings began to well again, taking her by surprise with the suddenness of it. “It can’t be,” she said.
And he said, “Hell, yes,” and started driving fast and deep and faster still.
Asia tightened her hold on him, overwhelmed with it all as she experienced yet one more orgasm, this one deeper, slower, longer, not as cataclysmic, but still so sweetly satisfying she wanted to shout aloud with the pleasure of it.
No sooner did she relax than Cameron rubbed his face into her throat and began his own orgasm. She heard his rumbling growl start low in his chest, felt the fierce pounding of his heart, the light sweat on his back and the heat that poured off his naked body.
“Asia,” he groaned, and his body shuddered heavily, then collapsed on hers.
Too lethargic to move, Asia managed a pucker to kiss his ear, then dozed off.
Ten minutes later, Cameron levered himself up to look at her. She snored softly,
She tipped her head back, staring at the ceiling and trying not to groan. But she was fully exposed to him, overly sensitive from her recent release, and it was unbearably erotic even while mortification washed over her.
Cameron repositioned himself directly between her thighs, urging them wider still so that they accommodated his broad shoulders. Using his thumbs, he opened her even more and just when she thought she couldn’t bear it another second, he lowered his head and his rough velvet tongue lapped the length of her, up to but not quite touching her clitoris.
Her hips rose sharply off the bed as her back bowed and the breath in her lungs escaped in a rush. “Cameron.”
He licked again, and again. His mouth was scalding, his tongue rasping against already aroused tissues. Asia gripped the sheets, trying to anchor herself, trying to keep still, but she strained against him, wanting and needing more.
He teased and tasted her everywhere except where she most wanted to feel the tantalizing flick of his tongue. “Please,” she barely whispered.
And with a soft groan, he drew her in, suckling at her clitoris, nipping with his teeth. Asia moaned with the unbelievable pleasure of it, her entire body drawing tight and then melting on wave after wave of sensation.
She didn’t know she’d cried until she felt Cameron kissing the tears from her cheeks, murmuring softly, reassuringly—and sinking deep into her body with a low, long groan.
“Oh,” she said, and got her eyes to open.
“Hi,” he whispered, withdrawing inch by inch, and then pressing in again. He filled her up, stretched her already sensitive vulva unbearably, and the friction was incredible.
Dark color slashed his cheekbones and his blue eyes burned with an inner fire, intense and wild and tender.
“You’re making love to me,” she said, awed and a little overwhelmed because she’d thought her body was spent, as boneless as oatmeal. Yet she couldn’t stop herself from countering his every move.
“I’m making love
with
you,” he corrected.
“But I’m not doing anything,” she said, thinking of all the ways she should have kissed him and touched him in turn.
His beautiful smile made her heart do flip-flops. “You’re you—that’s all you need to do.”
“Cameron.” She lifted limp arms to wrap around his neck and squeeze him tight. He kissed her lax mouth, and she felt his smile and kissed him back.
After a minute or two of that, she felt the need to shift and did, only to find the one position that really gratified was wrapping her legs around his waist.
He groaned, then drove a tiny bit harder, farther into her, until it was both an awesome pleasure and a small pain, a joining so complete that she was a part of him, and he of her.
She answered his groan with a gasp, her hips lifting into his, urging him on.
“That’s it,” he said, and cupped her buttocks in his hands, working her against him, his face a fierce study of concentration.
Incredibly, the feelings began to well again, taking her by surprise with the suddenness of it. “It can’t be,” she said.
And he said, “Hell, yes,” and started driving fast and deep and faster still.
Asia tightened her hold on him, overwhelmed with it all as she experienced yet one more orgasm, this one deeper, slower, longer, not as cataclysmic, but still so sweetly satisfying she wanted to shout aloud with the pleasure of it.
No sooner did she relax than Cameron rubbed his face into her throat and began his own orgasm. She heard his rumbling growl start low in his chest, felt the fierce pounding of his heart, the light sweat on his back and the heat that poured off his naked body.
“Asia,” he groaned, and his body shuddered heavily, then collapsed on hers.
Too lethargic to move, Asia managed a pucker to kiss his ear, then dozed off.
Ten minutes later, Cameron levered himself up to look at her. She snored softly,
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