Page 96 of Knot Forgotten

Snaking my hand between us, I run my fingers over his jeans. He groans lowly and presses into my touch.

“Cam, lay down on the bed,” I order, removing my hand.

He leans back to meet my eyes before he nods and follows my direction. Once he is laying in the middle of my mattress, I climb up, throwing my leg over him and straddling him. His warmth seeps through his jeans, and I rub against him.

“Keep doing that,” he groans as he grips my ass, his fingers digging into my flesh, encouraging me to move.

Faster, he jerks me over him.

I’m going to come just from the friction. My whole body feels fuzzy and floating. My thoughts scatter.

“Erin, I need to feel you against me. Can I do that?” he asks, sounding half crazy with desire. I nod because I’ve lost the ability to speak. His fingers leave my ass and go to the button of his jeans, releasing it and lowering the zipper, all before my brain catches up to his meaning.

He lifts his hips and tugs his jeans down, shifting until they are at his knees and his cock is poking into my belly button. The tip is already coated in pre-cum. He reaches between us and moves his length between my legs. If I thought he was warm before, he is scalding with skin against skin.

“Hold still, oh shit, don’t move, Erin,” he gasps, his head pressing back into the mattress, breathing ragged and eyes shut.

I attempt to do as he says, but my body has other ideas with him so close to where I crave him. My hips flex, dragging his length through my folds.

I manage an unconvincing, “Don’t come.”

Still, I move over him, finding the friction of before. Only it is better this time. His fingers go back to my ass, and he angles my hips as he thrusts up off the bed. His tip drags over my clit until I am only a ball of need.

Our motions become erratic as we both grind against each other. Then his tip slips inside my pussy, and I freeze. I can feel myself pulse on his crown, and he holds still, his breath coming out in pants.

“Fuck,” he groans.

I want to weep as he slips out and back against my folds, but then he shifts against me and slips the tip of his cock into me again. He does it again and again, edging us both until I’m gasping like a fish out of water. Once I’ve lost count of how many times he’s done it, he slips his crown inside again. My slick flowing as much as it can in response.

He kisses me hard, then pulls back, meeting my eyes with his crystal blue irises. “Don’t let me come.”

Then he thrusts into me all the way, and it shatters me into a million pieces. One of the most intense orgasms washes over me, and once I’m aware of my body again, I realize, he still hasn’t moved. My interior muscles work him like I can milk the cum out of his cock.

“Welcome back,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss against my lips. “Edge me, sweetheart.”

I do.

I edge us both. Until I’m ready to sob. The feel of him inside of me, more than I ever thought I’d get with him. His knot teasing my lips with each thrust makes my legs shake.

A fear of accidentally locking us together has me climbing off of him and lying next to him. “I can’t.”

He rolls to his side, his wet length brushing against my thigh. “I’m not done yet.”

“Well, that is the point, right?” I laugh softly.

“Mmmhmm,” he replies with a hum as he nudges my legs wider. “I think we are past the edging now, Erin.”

My stomach flips as I try to understand his words. “Cam, we don’t, you don’t–I’m not expecting anything more.”

Silently, he moves between my legs. “I’ve given you a lot of my firsts, Erin. You should have this one too.”

He pushes into me with one single thrust. Then his knot hits my entrance, and he doesn’t stop. He locks us together with a groan, and my greedy pussy clenches on like he is a life line. Rocking his hips against mine, he tests the lock.

“So deep,” he says, his forehead dropping to mine. “I’m going to come inside of you.”

He grinds his hips against mine, getting even deeper. Filling me so full of his length we are like one. Short thrusts edge me all over again. Then I feel him jerk inside of me, and it sends me exploding into a million tiny stars like a chain reaction.

“I think I like this kind of edging best.” He grins down at me.

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