Hot Commodity(47)

"Touch me," she said again, and remembered at the last moment she needed to be specific. "My breasts, Cameron. Touch my breasts. Cover them with your hands."

She didn’t know if he could hear her. He seemed so intent on his job. But his hands came up and covered the aching mounds on her chest. Her nipples protruded and burned for the contact, but he merely massaged the outer rim.

"My nipples," she moaned and arched her back.

He laughed against her clit, and the sound vibrated through her so that at the very second his fingers clamped around both of her nipples, she came. She flooded his tongue with her juices and pulled his hair with her fingers. Her body rippled as she bucked and arched trying to escape and seek the overwhelming release at the same time.

By the time she’d settled down and was only jerking occasionally with little aftershocks from the orgasm, he took his mouth from her.

Glancing down, she met his gaze.

"What now?" he asked. He looked eager to continue.

She smiled and reached for him.

"I want you inside me."

He slid up her body to kiss her and answer the unspoken demand in

her eyes.

Then he pulled back and asked, "How?"

How? Olivia didn’t know how, didn’t care how, she just wanted him inside her. Now. But getting into the spirit of her control, she instructed, "Roll onto your back."

He grinned and complied immediately, staring up at her expectantly. She crawled over him and straddled his hips. Taking his penis in both hands, she paused a moment to marvel at the swollen shaft. It was soft to the touch but hard underneath. Longer than she remembered, it was so mighty in girth she was amazed she could actually wrap her whole hand around its base, and even more amazed it had ever fit inside her. It reminded her of all the historical romance books she’d used to read, how they were always called swords. Well, this one had her imagining a machete, feral and deadly and slightly curved.

"Livy?" he asked, his voice urgent and begging.

He pushed up into her hand, his stomach muscles quivering at the contact.

"Call me Olivia," she said.

His eyes flared as if he wanted to argue. But when she let go of his shaft and let it flop onto his stomach, he swallowed and nodded. "Okay, okay," he gasped. "I’ll try. Olivia."

When she took him back into her hand, he closed his eyes and sighed. "Olivia."

Olivia lifted her hips and came down on him. He pushed up inside her, making her moan.

"Can I touch you?" he asked.

She said, "No," and his eyes flew open in alarm. "I can only touch you."

Her fingers started at his waist and they moved up over his ribs and to his flat nipples. All the while, she continued to move in a slow, purposeful rhythm. Up, down. Up, down. Nice and easy. When she leaned over to kiss his tiny nipples, he groaned out a strained, frustrated sound.

"Olivia," he begged.

She laughed huskily and lifted her face. "I’ll let you kiss me," she allowed and laid her mouth to his.

He suckled hungrily, eating at her lips with teeth and tongue.

"My neck," she instructed. "I like that thing you do to my neck."

When she tilted up her chin and exposed her throat to him, he immediately leaned forward set to his mouth against her pulse. A single stroke of his tongue and nip of his teeth later, she bowed against him and pounded down faster, ready to explode once more.

"Livy," he panted. "Olivia. I want to touch you. Oh, God. I want...I want…"

"My hips," she said and quickly changed her mind. "No. My butt,

Cameron. Grab my ass like you do."

He did. With pleasure. He clutched her backside, ground her down on him, and groaned, straining. She watched the pleasure on his face and was awed. His eyes slit open, and he met her gaze.

"I can’t...I can’t hold back much longer," he confessed in a hoarse voice.

She nodded, leaned over to kiss him, and came a second time as he clutched her hard and drove up into her.

When he cried out the name Livy, she didn’t even mind. In fact, she decided she rather liked his pet name for her after all.





Eleven



Cameron felt as if a train wreck had just passed through him. Exhausted and sated, yet feeling totally scattered, he ran his hand down his wife’s naked back. His thumb memorized every groove and bump in her spine as he grinned at the ceiling over her shoulder.

He could get used to this, waking up with a wife next to him, a wife he could actually tease and coax into doing it, a wife that didn’t cry and withdraw into herself whenever he managed to make her come. Cameron knew he shouldn’t compare. Olivia was only a temporary spouse. As soon as the annulment papers were final, she’d be gone and he’d never see her again.