Page 83 of His to Seduce
She inhaled a gasp at my serious tone and my eyes reluctantly pulled off her flat stomach and the curve of her breasts, grazed over her flushed collarbones and throat, and met her gaze.
“I mean that. You know that, right?”
She nibbled her bottom lip before popping it free. “I’m beginning to believe it.”
God, she slayed me to the core. When I first saw Camden, I never would have thought she carried an ounce of insecurity inside her. Always so poised, so perfectly dressed and made up, I never could have guessed the depth of her.
“Believe it,” I whispered, hovering my lips over hers. “And then get on the bed. I seriously, very badly, need to taste you.” I kissed her quickly and smiled. “Everywhere.”
A quiet laugh fell from her lips, but she moved backward until she was sitting on the bed. As she scooted back, she unhooked her bra, then shimmied her silvery lace panties down her long, toned, and tanned legs.
I followed her movements with my eyes and undressed. Her eyes drank me in with a hungry stare as I reached behind my neck and tugged off my shirt. I dropped it to the floor with her dress and divested myself of my shoes and jeans, leaving on my boxer briefs for now. If I freed my cock, I’d grow too impatient to keep my promise to her.
I leaned over the edge of the bed and took her ankles in my hands, then brought them up to my mouth and slid my lips over them, alternating legs and grazing every inch of her like I’d promised with my kisses and my tongue.
She laughed softly when I kissed the area behind her knee. Her skin pebbled with pleasured bumps as I relentlessly covered her body with my kisses. My cock demanded attention and my balls grew heavy with need until I climbed onto the bed and spread her legs.
My hands slid along her thighs, my lips following. My self-control broke when I reached her center.
“David!” she cried out, arching into me as I licked through her slickened core. Her fingers dug into my shoulders, spurring me on, and I didn’t stop.
I feasted on her, my fingers working her clit, alternating teasing circles with my tongue and my hands. I slid my hands up to her breasts, tugging and playing with her nipples while her body bucked beneath me, more wildly, more fiercely, and more freely than I’d seen her move.
It was delicious. It was mind-boggling, inspiring to know that the Camden everyone else saw let herself go when she was beneath me, under my touch.
Her thighs quivered, trembling with the need for release, and I gave it to her. Sinking fingers deep into her wet sex, I pressed against her with my tongue.
Her body convulsed as she cried out my name, chanted she was coming, over and over again, while I took her over the edge. I slowed with the rhythm of her body, using a free hand to shove down my boxer briefs.
As her orgasm left her, I pulled my body off hers for only a moment so I could dig out a condom from the bedside table. I ripped it open and rolled it on and met her back on the bed.
“I was going to go slow, was going to take hours with you,” I whispered, kissing her neck and tasting the salt from her sweat. “I can’t.”
Her hands fell to my hips, slid around to my backside, and cupped my ass, tugging me against her.
“Don’t. Please don’t go slow.”
I groaned. The feel of my dick sliding through her heated folds was almost too much, but I needed her in a different way.
“Roll over,” I commanded, my voice rough. I wasn’t bossy in bed, didn’t tend to be, anyway. But I needed to be deep inside her, holding her hair, driving her crazy, more than I could remember ever needing anything before.
I rose to my knees as she moved and when she was on her hands and knees in front of me, I slid my hand down the length of her back. Wrapping my other hand around my dick, I slid it through her crease.
She shivered, gasped, and moaned. What a beautiful sound. It was that moment I knew—that sound, that need coming from her unbidden and unable to be hidden, was a sound I wanted to hear every day, forever.
“David,” she whimpered as I teased her. “Please. Now.”
“You got it, honey.” I sank deep inside her, her walls tightening around me. Heat exploded around my sheathed dick and I groaned. “Fuck, you feel good. I can’t wait to have you bare, feel the inside of your walls rub against my dick, Camden.”
I seated myself balls deep. Slow was forgotten.
Desperate need and desire clawed through my veins, inflaming my skin. My balls pulled tight as I began to move. I thrust against her without an ounce of control. I lost myself in her, lost myself in the feel of her, in the pleasured and desperate cries she made as I slammed against her, repeatedly, until I couldn’t hold anything back.
Leaning forward, I wrapped my hand around her hair, tugging her backward until she was on her knees, her back pressed to my chest. My other hand slid to her front and ran over her clit.
“Kiss me,” I growled, pulling on her hair fisted around my hand until she turned to me. “Kiss me and give me everything.”
She whimpered and my mouth hit hers. And as she came, I released everything I had deep inside of her, swallowing her groans and her cries while I gave her mine.
