“Camden, God…please touch me,” I rasped.
The bass of his voice was low. “Is right here not good enough?” His questioning lick to my earlobe made my nipples pebble.
“Huh-uh.”
“How about here?” He dragged his nose down to my collarbone and nipped at my flesh.
“Lower,” I whispered.
He descended down my body with his torturous lips. One finger came up and circled my nipple, then pinched lightly. His mouth went to the other, and he pulled me into his wet warmth. My body bowed, as I tried to get more. Tentatively he released me, his teeth grazing the peak. “Would you like me to stay here, or should I keep going?”
My hands moved to grab his and hold him there. I wanted his palms on my breasts. His almost black eyes flashed up to mine. Slipping his hands out of my hold easily, he brought both of my wrists together and held them in one of his large fists. Raising my arms above my head he came back up to being eye level with me.
“You want something, you ask for it,” he said, lifting one of his brows. “You have no control here Keegan. You’re mine, and in here, in my bed, I top you.” I whimpered at his threat. He brought his forehead down to mine. The hand that wasn’t holding my wrists came to trace tiny infinity circles on my stomach. It tickled, making me suck in. “Now I’ll ask again, lower?”
“Yes,” I hissed.
I kept everything bare below my waist. There was no hair to block the feeling of his fingers cresting over my sex. His middle finger slid between my folds and gave one long brush to my swollen clit.
“Christ you’re wet,” he growled down at me.
The keening noise that came from my back of my throat was one I couldn’t swallow. Using the other two fingers to spread me open he used his calloused fingertip to flick up and down the sensitive nerves. His cock was pressing into my leg, and I could feel him grinding himself against me to get some relief. My head turned toward his. The motions of Camden’s very skilled hand were becoming overwhelming. It wasn’t until he slid one long digit inside of me that I lost all sense of control. I was spiraling, and there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do to take what I needed from him. My impending orgasm was already so close that my hips started bucking forward. He released my hands and pushed down on my hips to hold me in place. I’d never been worked so senseless before. Orgasm for me was always a gentle build. This was slamming into me, and I was ready to fall off the cliff. Pushing another finger inside, I felt Camden bend them. He slid them in and out as each stroke was brushing up against the spot inside of me that made me see stars. My nails dug into his shoulder blades as I held onto him.
“Oh shit I’m…I need…I.” I panted the words, but nothing sounded coherent.
“You’re almost there, baby, just let go.”
His words were my undoing. A burning low in my stomach exploded into an array of feeling. I cried out as he continued thrusting into me. The tremors wracking my body were uncontrollable. My legs were scissoring, and my head thrashed on the pillow. I bit down on my lip so hard I could taste the metallic of blood. I could feel my inner walls pulsing and gripping him as each wave washed over me. Coming down from the high, little shocks still shook me, causing me to shiver. His fingers were still inside of me, and he moved them infinitesimally. I reached down and encircled his wrist to hold him still.
“St-stop,” I stuttered, my body trying regain some control.
He chuckled a please sound. “That was one of the most incredible things I’ve seen.” He gave a little wiggle.
I moaned loudly. Popping my eyes back open I glared at him. I squeezed his wrist harder to try and make a point. I attempted to pull him out of me, but I knew it would just send me back into convulsions. “Don’t move. Sweet Jesus, please don’t move. Not yet, I need a minute.”
The look of wonder in his eyes was something to behold. It wasn’t that he was seeing me for the first time, but it was more like he was seeing me in a new light. Kissing me on the tip of my nose, he moved down and licked the nipple that was closest to him. Oh shit, what was this man doing to me? My tense muscles were just loosening, and his simple movements were building me back up.
“Ready for more?” he asked, as he sucked the tight bud into his mouth.
“Fuck, don’t stop.” My back arched toward him.
He lifted himself up to come over the top of me, his fingers still in place. Camden gently slid them out, and I flinched with the small wave of pleasure it sent through me. Glancing down I watched as he stroked his cock once, twice, a third time before looking up at me through his dark lashes. I swallowed hard. He brushed the smooth head up and down over my clit, coating himself in my fluid.
“You’re fucking glistening, Keegan. I wish you could see what I see right now. Your hair all over my pillow. Your bright blue eyes looking up at me with such an innocence that makes me want to shatter the little world you’ve been living in. And fuck…this fucking amazing body that I can’t seem to get enough of.” He pushed the tip of himself into me and stopped. “Hold on.”
Hold on to what? When I noticed that his control was slipping, I reached up and held on to the headboard. With one sudden drive forward, he slammed into me. I screamed his name as pleasure and pain tore through me. Camden’s body came down and he held himself up, hovering with his hands braced on either side of my head. He withdrew himself slightly before he rammed forward again. The steady rhythm was something that took no time for my body to adjust to as he did this over and over. I could already feel the climax building low in my stomach. Rocking my hips I brought them up, trying to match him thrust for thrust. The sheer size of him had me feeling so full and stretched, that if he were any bigger, he wouldn’t fit. I already felt tight around him. Each rocking motion of our bodies brought him in deeper. My mind was completely lost. There was no room, no bed, and no covers, no anything. It was just Camden. I was unequivocally enraptured by him. If he stopped now, I was certain I would die. He was in my every breath, my blood pulsing through my veins, the sweat dripping off my skin. I was consumed.
My whole being was reeling, ready to float away from another impending orgasm, when he sat back on his knees and lifted my hips in the air. My lower back was off the bed while the top half of me still rested where it was. Camden had a sheen of sweat across his brow that glinted off the moonlight coming through the window. I watched as a drip of perspiration traveled down his magnificent chest to his navel. If I wasn’t stuck like this, I’d lean forward and lick it off his incredible abs. His rough fingers dug into my hips. Somehow, with this new angle, he was able to get deeper than before. His relentless movements brought me right back to the brink of explosion. His crown was rubbing so aggressively against my g-spot that dark specks were forming in my eyes. My ears were ringing, and I felt like he was fucking me senseless.
He groaned deep in his chest. “Your pussy is so tight. Fucking made for me. You’re mine. Tell me you’re mine.”
He wants to talk? Like right now? I couldn’t even form a full thought, let alone have enough air to breathe out a sentence. My fingernails clung to the sheets and the swinging of my breasts with his thrusting was almost my undoing. I was about to fall over the edge when he stopped. I was panting hard. If he hadn’t been holding me down, I was certain I’d take a swing at him for pulling back.
Gritting his teeth he said, “You know what I want to hear, Keegan.”
I twisted my head back refusing to look in his intense eyes. Maybe if I just reached down and used my own fingers with him still inside me I could give myself a decent orgasm. I was right there anyway, wouldn’t take much work. I started to do just that when he snagged my hand and paused my movement.
“No fuckin’ way Blue. You get your pleasure only from me. Now say it.” I couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled up my throat. The action caused my pussy to clench around him because he let go of my hip, my butt resting on his legs, and he fell forward with a groan. He said a string of curse words, and I smiled.