Just Fooling Around(9)

She heard a shuffling noise and felt him press his mouth to said sensitive nerve endings, and she shivered at the frankly wicked touch. Standing naked while a man kissed her ass hadn’t been in her nature either…until now.

Then his hand slid between her legs, one long finger finding the heavy seam that frankly couldn’t take much more. She heard his sigh and wondered how he could be so relaxed, when she was about to hit the ceiling. Her hands fisted, clenched, in a mirror move to the stroke of his hands. Every nerve, every muscle, every cell in her was tuned to the rhythm of that finger. Slyly he explored between her thighs, the vulva, expanding the labia majora, and then oh please yes…the labia minora.

“More. Nerve endings. There,” she bit out, her muscles clenched because Cam was finding each and every sensory receptor, and did she know she could get this stimulated?

His mouth touched her, and her heart stopped.

“Cam…” she pleaded, because this wasn’t her.

He took pity on her, and in one easy move, he lowered her to the couch and slid his big body over her, his eyes remarkably tender for a man who assaulted himself on an annual basis.

“The first time I saw you, I got embarrassingly hard, thinking of you…like this.” He gaze raked over her, heavy-lidded and hungry, and instantly Jenna knew what was for dinner. Instead of being nervous, she felt tense and raw…excited.

“The first time you saw me, you had a concussion. Vision can be…compromised.”

“There were two of you. Both of you were naked.”

Then his mouth took hers, soft on her lips, and she could taste him, taste herself. His tongue slid between her lips, so slow, so insidious. Once again, there was that rhythm.

She loved the way he kissed, that easy slow glide of his tongue that lulled her like the ocean. Her bare hips rose higher, grinding against the thick bulge in his jeans, so close, yet so far…. He laughed, low and dastardly, and then thrust against her, denim to skin, and her eyes drifted closed. This time when his hands returned to her thighs, she was the one who sighed, arching her swollen breasts into the rough cotton of his shirt. Then his finger slid inside her again, and she laughed, trying for low and dastardly, as well. Instead, she sounded nervous.

For good reason.

His tongue licked her belly, the curve of her waist, and she sucked in a breath at the decadent contact, feeling an answering pulse of desire between her legs.

“Cam?”

“Yes,” he whispered in between those magical kisses.

His hands parted her soft folds, and he pressed a hungry kiss there…in the clitorial region, where a large earthquake was starting to form.

Her hips arched up to meet that talented, tickling tongue.

“You don’t…have a builder’s…mouth,” she told him, trying to keep her brain from exploding.

Cam lifted his head and smiled. “It’s all engineering. Every component can only stand so much stress before it buckles.”

And then he proceeded to demonstrate. The stroke of his tongue was longer, more liquid, or maybe that was her, but she could definitely feel the force of the orgasm building inside her. Each flick across her überjuiced flesh created a new tremor. Her heels dug into the couch, sliding back and forth. The ever-increasing pressure began to drive her to the breaking point.

“Cam,” she warned, her hands grabbing the cotton of his shirt. She wanted skin, she wanted flesh. She wanted relief.

“Break for me,” he ordered, and then he took her clit in his mouth and suckled her. Hard. The spasms began, her muscles primed for explosion.

It was too much. Jenna shattered.





4




CAM ROSE UP on his elbows and decided that he’d never seen anything so heart-stoppingly sexy in his entire life. Dr. Jenna Ferrar was splayed on his couch, her face flushed with satisfaction, long dark hair playing peekaboo with the dusky nipples and long legs encased in sheer black hose. The gleaming evidence of her pleasure glistened on the swollen pink skin between her thighs.

Cam closed his eyes for a second, memorizing the image.

Until her brisk fingers started working the buttons on his shirt. “I don’t understand why everything is so small.”

He moved her hands aside, helping her. “It’s a good thing you’re not a surgeon.”

“Oh, blow me, mister. Get the shirt off. Drop the trousers.”

Not only capable, but bossy, as well. Happily, Cam obeyed, tossing his clothes aside, until he was flat over her.

However, he wouldn’t let her lose the hose. “You can’t,” he said, when she would have taken them off. “I’m still living out fantasies I didn’t even know I had.”