“Not fair . . . so not fair!” Camryn gasps in between fits of laughter. She thrusts her hips up in an attempt to get away, bringing her center in direct contact with my hardening dick, and I grunt.
“Sorry.”
This time I don’t tease her. “No, you’re not,” I say, rocking my hips into hers.
A strained breath pushes past her lips, and her eyes slip closed. “God, Sterling . . .” Her voice is almost pained, right on the edge between desire and agony.
“Does that feel good, love?” I push forward again, now fully hard. “When I rub my cock against that pretty clit of yours?”
“Oh, fuck,” she curses under her breath. Her eyes drift open, glazed over with wanton lust as they meet mine. “You can’t say that kind of stuff.”
“I just did, Cami.”
With her body restrained beneath me, I’m in the perfect position, and I use it to my full advantage. Kissing her deeply, I rock in tiny thrusts, grinding against her each time we meet.
Whimpers of frustrated need claw up her throat.
“Just feel it, baby.” I thrust again, kissing her neck. “Right there.”
Her breathing is shallow and fast, her pulse rioting in her neck. The warmth of her penetrates straight through two layers of jeans, and it takes all the restraint I have not to just strip her trousers and knickers down to her ankles and thrust inside her, slowly so I can hear her voice break as she moans.
We continue our game of thrusting and kissing and fumbling until I can’t take it any longer. The need to hear her call out my name overtakes everything else.
“I need you,” I say on a groan. “Come here.”
I sit up, pulling her up from the couch. Her mouth opens but she doesn’t say anything, which is good. If she refuses me right now, if she tries to bring rationality to this situation, I might have a fucking meltdown like a two-year-old.
When she stands, I work at the button of her jeans, peeling them and her black satin knickers down her legs. My intention is to strip off her shirt and bra too, but I get sidetracked when I look down and see the most gorgeous cunt I’ve ever laid eyes on. Shaved bare. Juicy and plump. Wet with moisture that I want to lap up like a dog. Fuck, I could eat that all night.
I take her by the hips and lower her to the sofa. “Right here, beautiful.” Sit right here while I eat your pretty cunt.
If she refuses me, I might just have to spank her. I’ve never anticipated anything so much as this moment.
Planting one hand under her ass, I use the other to spread her apart with my thumb and finger, exposing the pearl of her clit. Then I lift her to my mouth and lap at her slowly.
“Fucking hell.” She moans, fighting to squirm away.
I almost chuckle. Her response is perfection.
But I don’t allow her to squirm away. I keep my hands planted where they are so I can taste, lick, suck, and nibble all the sensitive spots that make her moan. Her hips writhe, pushing her against my mouth, and I can’t get enough. I’ve never tasted something so sweet and tempting as her arousal.
When Camryn buries her hands in my hair, holding me in place, I increase my pace. My tongue moves in lazy, yet sure circles over that bundle of nerves that I know will make her detonate.
Soon, she’s making sexy whimpers and circling her hips. Gripping both of her ass cheeks, I pull her even closer. Right onto my tongue as I lick her, over and over at a brutal pace.
“Sterling!” She moans my name, tugging on my hair as she comes.
I continue licking and sucking through all the tremors in her sexy body as the orgasm crashes through her. Her body pulses with her release as I kiss my way up to her navel.
And then we’re eye to eye.
“Fuck. Did that just happen,” she asks. “This is bad. This is really, really bad.”
“Afraid so.” I’m smug, and I can’t help it. I just made her come apart and scream my name in under five minutes.
“Oh thank God, because I was worried I dreamed it.”
I can’t help but laugh. Damn, she’s cute. This must mean she’s been dreaming about this moment just as much as I have. It makes me want to do it all over again. As soon as possible.
I help her into her knickers, pulling them slowly up her legs, then help with her jeans.
“Are you ready for that dessert I promised you?”
She clears her throat, looking down at the bulge in my jeans with longing. “What about you? Don’t you need . . .”
More than I need my next breath.
“When you’re ready.”
“Are you sure?”
I nod, wanting her mouth, her hands, more than I want to survive the fucking zombie apocalypse.
“He’ll make it,” I grit out. Lie. It’s a total lie. My dick is going to die. “I’ll be fine.”
“Okay.” She smiles at me warmly. “So, you were serious about dessert?”
I chuckle. “Of course.” I take her hand and lead her into the kitchen. “You told me once that you wanted to go to Italy.”
She shoots me a curious glance.
“I have the next best thing. Gelato.”
“Yum.”
Camryn squeezes my hand, and we enter the kitchen together. Watching her face light up is worth the extra effort of running across town to the European grocer. My dick is still pissed at me, but my heart is happy.
“I might have even recorded an episode of that show you like. You have time to stick around?”