Redeeming You(36)

“I’d love to leave these on, but I don’t think it’s going to happen,” he said looking up at her with a devilish grin. She wanted to close her eyes and lose herself in the pleasure promised in his eyes.

Standing, he wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing her bare chest against his and she wanted to rub against him like a kitten purring from the sensation of his body echoing against hers. Cam walked her backwards, not stopping until the backs of her legs hit the mattress. Kissing her, he lowered her onto the mattress, never breaking contact.

“Your pants,” she said grabbing at his belt.

“Not yet,” he murmured shifting away from her, dropping to his knees, leaving her alone with her legs hanging from the edge of the bed.

She pulled her feet onto the mattress and braced her body on her elbows. “What are—” The words were lost in her throat as his hands slid up the inside of her thighs and his tongue drifted across her center. His mouth danced, twirled and sucked along her flesh, driving her closer and closer to oblivion.

“What are you doing?” she panted, her words barely distinguishable. Her hips arched toward his mouth, seeking and demanding more as her hands clawed at the cool, starched bedding. She was strung so tight she could hardly think, much less communicate.

He laughed, the vibrations of his mouth shooting directly into her core. He swirled his tongue inside of her and then added a finger twisting expertly and she tensed with the sensation of her impending orgasm. Time froze as everything went black except for the narrow world where her mind chased and craved the pleasure Cam eagerly provided. When her hips started to rock against him, he moved with her in perfect harmony until she shattered, moaning his name as waves of excruciating pleasure crashed through her body.

When she felt as though she could breathe again, she opened her eyes as Cam’s hands traveled up the sides of her body over her breasts as he made his way onto the bed. She felt like liquid melting under his practiced touch.

“Please tell me you plan on taking off your pants,” she said a little desperately as she licked her dry lips. She was tired of waiting. It felt like months rather than weeks since she had been riding on the edge of pleasure with Cam, but never getting a full taste. She wanted all of him now.

Smiling his half grin that never failed to make her heart skip a beat, he opened his wallet pulling out a condom and tossed it on the bed next to her. Without hesitating, he unfastened his belt and opened his fly, letting his pants drop to the floor. Standing before her in his black boxer briefs molded to his body, she couldn’t believe her luck. Cam looked better in person than in any one of her admittedly frequent fantasies of him. Her eyes were glued to him as he rolled the boxer briefs down his legs, leaving him completely naked and aroused for her personal viewing pleasure. There were no words.

She couldn’t claim to be a connoisseur of naked men, but the few she’d seen didn’t have anything on Cam. Long, lean, perfectly sculpted muscles in all the right places: she couldn’t imagine anything more beautiful. Then her eyes landed on the tattoo near his hip; a small black guitar formed from intricate music notes. A shiver of anticipation raced through her body as she thought about licking every little detail of that tattoo and beyond.

No more waiting. She grabbed him by his arm and pulled him on top of her. His eyes sparkling wickedly, he looked at her as he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth while he teased the other nipple, gently rolling it between his fingertips. Her body was instantly achy and throbbing again and she wanted to scream with frustration. She was so close and she didn’t want to go again without him inside of her. “Now, Cam, please.”

Pressing against her entrance, he slid his hard length back and forth until she was an incoherent mess of need. She wrapped her legs around his waist trying to force him inside her, but he held back.

“Condom,” he muttered, his hand searching the disheveled bedding next to her body until he located the square package and tore it open with his teeth.

Taylor exhaled loudly, trying to calm her senses as she watched him roll the condom over his hard length. At least Cam was thinking because five seconds ago she hadn’t even given a condom another thought. Stupid.

When he finished, he braced himself over her body, his hands on either side of her head as he pushed inside her with small, shallow strokes, slowly working his way deeper, stretching her. It was absolutely delicious and agonizingly slow all wrapped up together to create a pleasurable form of torture, but she wanted more. She didn’t know what that meant, but apparently her body did.

“More,” she pleaded, bowing her hips.