Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 95676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
I bob my head in agreement before I can stop myself.
An approving smile stretches across his face, his dimple standing in testament to the fact that I'm giving another piece of myself to him, willingly. I close my eyes again, searing that heated, proud look into my memory.
"Good girl." His hands are on my body again, finding new places for his lips and tongue to taste. The feel of his tongue against my skin is electric, the warm waters of desire now choppy waves.
"Spread your legs," he murmurs.
I do as he demands, my legs falling open without hesitation. He kneels between them, his gaze raking up and down my body before settling on the swollen, wet flesh between my legs. Possession, dark need, and masculine appreciation are stamped across his face like a brand put to flesh. I feel each emotion acutely; they flutter in my chest and cause my stomach to contract as another flood of arousal pools between my thighs.
His hands slip beneath my hips, lifting me from the bed. His breath blows hot across my inner thighs. He follows with his mouth, pressing small, nibbling kisses into my skin before questing higher. I moan at the feel of his tongue against my center. He laps gently, until I'm writhing beneath him, my breath coming in short pants and sharp cries of pleasure.
"Cam, please," I cry out, delirious from the reverent way he tastes me. Those soft kisses and laving licks, combined with his hums of approval, are too much and not enough at the same time. My body aches for release, but he refuses to let me find it.
He kisses my pussy again before easing me back down to the bed. His body slides over mine, his mouth wet. "Do you feel it now?" he whispers, his lips at my ear as he hovers over me, holding his weight off me. His erection presses at my stomach, hard and thick. He brushes his hand across my heart before thumbing my nipple.
Again, I shake my head, denying him.
He captures my mouth with his. Our tastes―the richer taste of my arousal and the sweetness of his mouth―mingle together, creating a harmony that causes another ripple in my chest. This one goes deeper, stripping me down to a painful ache.
"Please," I whisper as he trails his mouth across my jaw, nibbling at my skin in sweet little bites.
"Why do you beg me?" he questions, settling his weight over me and staring down. "I told you I'd take care of you." His length nestles between my thighs, and he pushes forward, sheathing himself inside of me.
"Oh," I breathe.
He surges forward so slowly I feel every ridge, every inch.
I twine my legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
He holds himself above me, his hands planted on the bed at each side of my head as he stares down at me. "Deny you feel anything now," he whispers as he presses forward again, sheathing himself fully.
"I…" A soft moan shatters my response when he circles his hips and then pulls back before doing it again. The motion causes him to strike a soft spot deep inside. Intense shards of pleasure stab into me, one after the other.
"Deny me again," he says, repeating the motion. Dipping his head, his lips slide across my jaw, my cheek, and then the side of my neck. He nips my skin, his little bites stinging. He leans back and then presses forward again, his pace quickening and then slowing again, never letting me get used to the way he's moving inside of me before he changes it up to keep me on the edge. "Tell me you don't feel it now, kitten."
"Wh-what are you d-doing to me?" I gasp the question. He's unraveling me, piece by piece, and he knows it…daring me to accept what I'm feeling, teasing me with his disjointed pace. Fast and then slow, a circle of his hips on his inward thrust, a nip to my throat as he pulls back.
He doesn't answer me. He simply thrusts forward and circles. Again and again, until my hands curl into fists. The orgasm that loomed just out of reach when he had his mouth on me slips closer as my body melts beneath his, giving into the intense pleasure he draws out of me. His chest brushes against me, his upper body rubbing across my clavicles, my breasts, and the sides of my face.
He eases off again as if he knows how close I am, going back to his maddeningly slow rhythm. "Not yet," he murmurs when I groan my frustration.
I'm not sure why I'm surprised though. Cam isn't a quick lover. He takes his time and makes me take mine. By the time he lets me orgasm the first time, I'm a bundle of sensation and raw nerves.