Page 88 of Not That Into You

He lifts his head. “Need something?”

“Take them off.”

“Ask nicely.”

“Take them off, asshole.”

He chuckles before sliding my panties off my body, tossing them aside, and returning to his former position, gazing at my sex. “Now this is a pretty sight.”

He dips his head, running his tongue along my seam and making me throw my head back with a gusty moan. He alternates between licking and sucking and pulsing his tongue against my clit. I clutch the bedsheets as a delicious tension builds while my hips undulate. It’s almost too much as he increases the intensity until my orgasm breaks. I cry out as pleasure ripples through my body.

I lie back, my body soft, as Cameron stands with a smug smile. “I think I’ll take these off now.” He pulls off his pants and boxers, and I stare in appreciation at his hard cock.

I lick my lips.

He laughs darkly. “Oh, yes. You’ll get a taste. But first things first.”

He pulls a condom out of his wallet, slides it on, and then crawls up my body until he’s hovering over me. “You’re sure about this?”

I smile. “Very.”

“Excellent.”

We kiss, and my blissful, post-orgasmic fog lifts as his hands roam my body, and I trail my fingers up his back. He drops his hips and runs his cock along my crease, making me hiss in pleasure. He smiles against my mouth as he continues to glide back and forth, coating his cock with my wetness.

I lift my hips in invitation, and his engorged head catches before sliding past my opening. A whimper escapes me when he does it again. The next time he makes a pass, I grab his ass, and the tip of his cock dips farther in. He pauses, catches my gaze, and then with a swift thrust pushes forward, stretching me out until he’s fully inside me.

“Fuck, Monica.” He drops his forehead to mine. “You feel so good.”

“Cameron,” I say, panting, on the edge of begging.

He slowly pulls out, and we lock eyes as he drives forward, the moment unbearably intense. He continues thrusting in and pulling out, our bodies slapping against each other. He changes the angle, and I almost black out from the pleasure.

“That’s it, baby,” he growls, pushing deeper. “You can take it. Fucking love the way you feel.”

My legs are wrapped tightly around his waist, my hips pumping, as I feel another orgasm building.

“Harder,” I pant.

His hips piston until I’m coming again while calling out his name.

Wave after wave of pleasure rolls through me as I continue to cling to Cameron, until finally he thrusts one last time with a loud groan.

Muttering a curse, he collapses on top of me, both of us breathing heavily and unable to move. He eventually pulls out, deals with the condom, and then pulls me on top of him, my head nestled into the crook of his neck.

He takes a deep breath. “Well, that was...”

“Unexpected.”

He laughs. “Yeah. And really fucking good.”

I smile. “Yeah.”

He lazily caresses my back as I let my mind float, not ready to think about consequences or what might happen next.

I laugh when his stomach rumbles under me. “Hungry?”

“For you? Always. But I need another minute, and then I’ll be ready to go.”

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