“Oh God . . .” My fingers thread through his hair, and I’m lost.
His tongue moves in long upstrokes over the entire center of me, and my body shudders. A few more practiced licks and I’m panting with anticipation. I know he’s teasing me, toying with me before he begins working me over in earnest.
And then he sets the perfect steady rhythm, a nice medium pace with none of that weird tongue-stabbing thing guys normally do down there, or quick slashes that do nothing but frustrate.
He takes his time. He gets to know what I like. He pays attention to the sounds I make, and adjusts his movements and pace accordingly. Sterling Quinn is a fucking sex god.
He pauses for just a second to give me a pillow, propping me up and telling me to watch, which I totally wasn’t expecting. But holy shit, it’s hot watching him pleasure me.
With his tongue sliding over my sensitive flesh, his eyes open and lock right on mine. Watching him is so intimate, so raw, I suppress a warm shudder. Then he wraps his lips around my clit and sucks softly, but with enough firm pressure that my hips raise up off the bed.
It’s obvious he enjoys what he’s doing, and there’s something incredibly sexy about that. He gives the impression that he could do this for hours and be perfectly satisfied.
Now that I’ve experienced Sterling’s brand of selfless love, I don’t know how anyone else will ever compare.
Blinding pleasure builds, and I soar higher and higher. Sterling’s pressure and speed increase until I can’t take it anymore. A powerful orgasm rips through my body, hurling me over the edge.
I practically have to pry his head off of my crotch afterward. His tongue continues gentle licks, but it’s way too much for me to handle, being overly sensitive from my orgasm.
“Sterling . . .” I grunt, pulling his hair.
He comes up for air, chuckling at me and with a mischievous look in his eyes. “Fuck, you taste good.”
While I recover, my chest heaving, Sterling rises and strips off his shirt overhead, and then lowers his pants and boxer briefs, discarding it all in a pile on the floor.
This time it’s me giving him a playful shove back on the bed, wanting to show him the same pleasure he brought me. Still reeling and breathless, I lift his heavy cock from where it rests on his belly and give it a slow, wet kiss.
A deep groan of satisfaction rises up his throat. “Wait.”
I pause, the head of him at my lips. “What’s wrong?”
Chapter Thirty
Sterling
Her mouth feels incredible, and I don’t want to pull away, but I know I need to. With my heart thundering in my chest, I pull a deep breath into my lungs and prop my elbows up on the bed.
“Wait.”
Camryn pauses, the tip of my cock poised right at her sweet lips. The sight is so fucking pretty, I want to weep. This beautiful girl, in her ruined tights with her cheeks rosy from the release I just delivered, is ready to pleasure me.
“What’s wrong?” she asks.
I’m slightly breathless and a whole lot turned on, but I don’t want head because she feels obligated to perform. I respect her too much for that. Everything tonight is on her terms.
“You don’t have to do this just because I did.”
Her mouth lifts in a smile. “I know that. Now lie back and enjoy, big boy.” Her tongue laves over the head of me in one broad stroke, and my eyes sink closed.
“Fuck,” I growl, pushing my hands into her hair.
“You like that?” she says, teasing me, her tongue flicking over me seductively.
“Very much.” I know for a fact I haven’t been good enough to deserve this kind of treatment. She’s damn well spoiling me. “Take me deeper, love.”
She obeys, opening wide and sliding her lips all the way down my shaft.
“Cami . . .” I groan, thrusting my hips up to meet her on the downstroke.
Propped up, I watch every movement she makes, licking and sucking. Occasionally, she’s brave enough to open her eyes to meet mine for a moment before those mesmerizing green eyes sink closed again. She makes little sighs of bliss as if the act of pleasuring me brings her pleasure.
I don’t know what I did to convince her to spend the night with me, but I feel like the luckiest bastard alive. All throughout dinner, I kept thinking this can’t be it. This can’t be the end for us, no matter what happens tomorrow. But I won’t think about that right now. Because Cami’s head is in my lap, my cock buried deep in her throat, and I’ve never felt so fucking good in my entire life.
She continues moving up and down, and my release starts to build.
“Love.” Using three fingers under her chin, I lift her mouth. My cock slides out between her lips with a soft sucking noise, and I groan at the loss of suction. “I need all of you tonight.” My voice comes out in a ragged pant as I watch her expression change from one filled with lust to one of deep contemplation.
I would give just about anything to know what she’s thinking.
Chapter Thirty-One
Camryn
“I need all of you tonight,” Sterling says, gazing at me with an almost pained expression.
The desperate edge to his voice doesn’t help. I’m hanging by a thread, ready to give him everything and more. I’ve left my dignity along with my discarded dress on the floor, and I’m ready to enjoy every moment of our night together. As painful as the thought is, it could be our last.
Sterling rises from the bed and pulls me to my feet. Standing before me, he drops to his knees and peels my ripped tights slowly down over my hips, then my thighs, kissing each inch of skin he exposes. His mouth lingers on my belly, just above my mound. I want his lips lower, but I know he’s done teasing me. He’s ready for all of me, he said. I can see the look of desire in his dark gaze. This man is desperate to be inside me, and the thought is intoxicating.