“But what about your mother?”
My gaze drifts away from hers. “I don’t know.”
She nestles in closer to me, and I know we can both feel it. Love is scary and unpredictable, and neither of us wants to lose what we’ve just started to build. I tighten my arms around her possessively, unsure what might happen next.
“I need you, Cami. Tell me if you don’t want this, say it. Tell me no.”
She doesn’t say anything, instead she rises from the couch and takes my hand, tugging me up after her. Pulling me silently behind her, she leads us to the bedroom.
Standing inches apart in the center of her bedroom, I meet her gaze with hungry desire. The last rays of the evening sun are gone, and the glowing lamp on the end table creates a dim glow around us.
Taking my time, I strip us of each piece of clothing in turn.
I remove her shirt, my fingers grazing the lace of her bra, then pull my own shirt overhead, placing her palm against my chest.
Next her pants and silk knickers are stripped off, and I grip her cute arse in my palms, giving it a firm squeeze. Mine, I want to growl. Instead, I shove my trousers and boxers down, then bring her hand to my steely cock. Her fingers curl lightly around me, and I grunt out a breath.
“Cami . . .”
She strokes me lazily up and down like we have all the time in the world.
“That feels really fucking good.” I groan, bending down to kiss her neck.
Palming her full breasts, I enjoy the way her breath catches in her throat when my thumbs graze her perky nipples.
Wanting more, I take her hand and guide us to the bed, laying her down before me. I plan to thoroughly worship her tonight.
I taste her lips, feel them part and hear her groan when my tongue meets hers. Then I work my way lower, kissing her slender throat, the valley of cleavage I create with my hands, then her soft belly.
She’s perfection. Every inch of her, inside and out.
Reaching between her legs, I’m pleased to find her wet, and tell her so. A little whimper is the only response I get, not that I was expecting one. As I massage her clit with my thumb, her whimpers increase in volume, transforming into moans as I press harder.
I could toy with her all night. But I won’t, because believe it or not, my cock has needs too. Still, a gentleman always ensures his partner gets off first, and that’s one rule I will never compromise on when it comes to Cami.
Slowly, I slide two fingers deep inside her snug body, pushing them in as far as they’ll go. She’s warm and tight, and so lovely. Watching her eyes drift closed as I fuck her with my fingers, I grab a fistful of her hair, tilting her head, and take her mouth with mine. My cock twitches with the need to be inside her as I slide my fingers in and out in a maddening rhythm.
“Wait,” she says on a moan. “Sterling . . . wait.”
Pausing with my fingers still buried inside her, I break from the kiss to meet her hazy eyes.
“Make love to me,” she whispers.
“Do we need to grab a condom?” I ask, one hand on her cheek, the other still fucking her.
I recognize that last time, in the heat of the moment, we didn’t use a condom. Today, I’m more prepared with a couple of the buggers stashed in my wallet, but remembering the way her bare skin felt against mine, I’m hoping we can forgo them. Guilt should have been the only emotion I had after fucking her without a condom the first time; instead, my only thought was again. The idea of putting something between us is maddening.
She cocks her head to the side, considering it. “It’s okay. I trust you. And I’m on the pill.”
Sliding my fingers out slowly, I bring them to my mouth, sucking them clean. “So fucking sweet, Cami.” I’m dying to taste her again, to feel her body quake as she comes against my mouth. But I need her just as badly as she needs me.
Positioning myself over her, I hold my weight on my elbows while Camryn reaches between us and brings me to the warm, wet slit between her legs.
Heaven.
“Slow,” she begs as I begin to press forward.
“Are you sure?” I tease her, sinking in just an inch, then pulling back again.
She lets out a frustrated grunt, angling her hips up. “More.”
Thought so, love. I want to laugh, but she feels so fucking amazing as I sheath myself in tight, hot velvet, I let out a ragged groan instead.
Reaching down to grip her ass in one hand, I roughly pull her onto my cock each time I thrust. Soon, I’m buried deep and we’re both breathing hard.
What began as something sweet and tender has turned intense and passionate. I pound into her again and again, and Camryn cries out, scratching my shoulders and back as she fights to hang on.
I grip her tightly as though I’m holding on to a precious treasure. “That’s it, baby. You like that?”
“Yes,” she cries. “More, Sterling, more.”
Giving her every ounce of pleasure I can, I rock into her, our desire building.
“I love you.” I groan, kissing her neck.
“I love you too.” She sobs out the words, her lips seeking mine.
She clings to me as her climax rushes through her, and feeling the way her body tightens and milks me, I follow her over the edge.
“Baby, you okay?” I brush her hair back from her face and kiss her swollen lips.
“I’m much better than okay. Holy shit, Sterling.”
Chuckling against her lips, I pull out slowly, groaning as I withdraw from her body.
As I clean her up and watch her lounge in the bed, I think to myself what a lucky bastard I am.