Page 33 of His to Seduce
I laughed softly at her expression. Mischievous and excited, like she didn’t know where to touch me first but couldn’t wait to get her hands on all of me.
“Keep teasing me with your naked body on top of me, Camden, and I’m going to take over.”
“Patience,” she murmured, leaning forward until her lips were at my chest. I shuddered beneath her, because damn…the coconut scent of her hair, the way it tickled my skin, and her warm fingers brushing all over me was driving me to distraction immediately.
“Yes,” I groaned, as she flicked her tongue on my nipple and then trailed kisses down my ribs.
“I like your skin,” she whispered, meeting my gaze for a moment. Her hands continued sliding over me, trailing the ridges of my ribs and between them. “You’re not bulky but you’re strong. Safe.”
I fought the urge to grab her, to slam her mouth against mine. She wasn’t the girl to admit that freely and the way her eyes went serious as she said the wordsafetold me how important it was to her.
As if she couldn’t believe she’d admitted that, she quickly dipped her gaze and continued kissing me. Her fingers slid through my hair, down to my belly button and then farther south. “I like this, too…this trail…”
Her voice quieted as she kissed me there. My hips pushed into the bed in an effort not to jam my dick deep down in her throat. She wiggled backward until her hand wrapped around my hard shaft. She pumped me slowly, sliding her fingers up and down my length like she was trying to memorize the feel of me.
Fire shot down my spine straight to my balls and I groaned, closing my eyes at the sensations. So gentle, so timid…so fucking determined to please me.
“Camden,” I growled, placing my hands on her hips. “Ride me and fuck me before I blow my load in your hand.”
She chuckled softly, leaned into my stomach, and kissed me. The vibrations of her laughter sent another shock wave rolling through me. “Grouchy when you’re not in control, aren’t you?”
I wasn’t some dominant asshole in bed, a guy who could only get off by being a bossy prick. I liked letting a woman lead as much as I enjoyed leading. But something about Camden actuallylikingit when I got a bit rough with her only turned me on further.
Forcing myself to let her exploration continue, my fingers dug into her hips, pressing against her soft flesh.
“Can’t help that I like the way you touch me,” I said, my voice deep and tight. God, I wanted to be inside her. I wanted to hold her tits while she rocked against me. I wanted to rub her clit and watch her head drop back as she surrendered to her own pleasure.
I wanted fucking all of it.
All of her.
“I want you on me, riding me.”
She stilled her movements, sat up, and grinned. Tilting her head to the side, she took a moment, as though she needed to actually think about it. “You know, I think that’s a great idea.”
I chuckled at her joke and she climbed off me to reach for the condoms. When she was close enough, I ran my fingers through her wet, slick flesh. She jumped and shot me a surprised look over her shoulder. “So wet already, Cam. Does turning me on make you hot and needy?”
“You know it does.” Her long lashes fluttered repeatedly, and that bloom I was so used to seeing on her cheeks went hot pink.
I pressed a finger inside her tightness. God, when was the last time she’d had a man? She was tight, virginal tight almost. My chest swelled with pride that she’d been able to give herself to me so easily, so frequently, this weekend.
Her cheeks deepened and her fingers began trembling while she ripped open the foil packet. Through it all, my finger continued pressing inside of her, sliding her wetness around to her clit as she climbed back over me.
“Ready?” she asked, rolling the condom down my dick.
“Hell yes, I am.” I forced my eyes to stay open, to watch her as she began sinking down on me.
Her lashes fluttered again and her lips parted. I kept my thumb on her clit, pressing and rolling until I was fully seated inside of her. She collapsed forward, pressed her palms to my chest, and I pushed into her, arching her up.
I wasn’t going to last long. My need to release coiled tight in my balls, my orgasm already burning at the back of my spine.
“Move.” I gritted out the word through tightly clenched teeth and forced my jaw to relax. Everything within me screamed to take over but I wanted to give her this, the time to do what she wanted despite how insane she was driving me.
As she rocked slowly, her tits began shaking. I was mesmerized by the way they moved, the wayshemoved…like it was another first for her. I imagined it was…She moved hesitantly, taking time to find the right rhythm so it was good for her. I seared every one of her movements into my memory so I could jerk off to them when she wasn’t around. Her lips parted, her tongue swiping along them as she gasped and whimpered. The way her body quivered when I hit that sweet spot deep inside of her, the flush on her cheeks that had nothing to do with embarrassment.
I took in all of it, treasured it, hoped like fucking hell that when we got back home and I laid outallof who I was…and who I wanted to be to her…she didn’t think I was a lying sack of shit.
The fear of that thought made me jolt and press into her deeper.
