Page 140 of Close Knit

From the corner of my eye, I see him lower his boxers, his ample size revealing itself between us. I anticipate him plunging directly into me, but he withholds that gratification. Instead, he drags the firm tip across me, and he moans. My thoughts go haywire. He continues his game, applying pressure to my core but never providing the satisfaction of his fullness. It’s maddening. “Cameron,” I beg. But he doesn’t stop, his gazefocused on where he’s grazing me. A deeper desire stirs within me, an urge beneath the tension of the restraints, and I yearn for more, arching my back until just his tip begins to fill me.

A guttural sound escapes him.

“My sweet, needy girl.” He laughs. “Already becoming so impatient.”

“I am,” I admit.

He runs a palm over my ties. “This still feel good? The book said it could get a little exhausting.”

“So good.”He starts to caress me with his fingers now, and I’m nearly thrashing on the bed with need when he begins playing, stroking and circling my clit. “That feels amazing, Cameron.” The wet sound of his fingers along me and my heavy breaths echo in the room. “Feels so right.”

With each word, he picks up pace, as if taking on the challenge of getting me there. It’s not going to take long.

“Cameron.” My voice is strained.

“I know, Daphne.” He says it like a soothing promise. “Give it to me, okay?”

My body shamelessly obeys and lets go, trying to reach the overwhelming need for release that’s blistering my head. I force my face into the mattress as an animalistic groan crawls out of me, my heart pounding so loudly in my ears I can’t tell where I am.

“That was one.” He smiles, gently patting my behind as I collapse onto my side.

My eyes widen. “One?”

He sits me on the edge of the bed and props pillows behind me so that I’m sitting with my legs hanging off the mattress. He gives my damp forehead a kiss and gets on his knees in front of me.

“Now, another,” he says.

“I don’t think that I can.”

“You can and you will. I’ll get you ready.”

He doesn’t wait for me to protest as he pulls open my knees, and the familiar feel of his scruff glides along the inside of my thighs before his hot breath gently kisses me. My lungs and heart stop working as a shiver shoots through my spine, and I toss my head back.

“Fuck,” I groan. Cameron chuckles between my legs. He’s enjoying this, isn’t he? This is payback for the damn fucking push-ups. Next thing I know, he’s going to start making me count these orgasms off one by one.

I close my eyes as I moan and breathe in a wave of sensations while Cameron’s mouth possessively takes me. He reaches up to trace his fingers over the harness while his tongue caresses my clit. I start to grind my hips against my will. Clearly, I was more ready than I thought I was.

“I love this,” I groan. “Love it, love it, love it.”

His hands spread my thighs wider, and one of his fingers teases my entrance. The soft push and pull splinters my mind. He breaks for a moment, his voice traveling up to my ears. “Look at me, sweetheart. Look at how I worship this sweet, pretty cunt.”

My mouth drops open, and I do exactly as he commands. He continues his pace, relentlessly bringing me back to the edge until my walls are tightening around his fingers again. I tense and tense and tense, the yarn burning my chest. Suddenly, my mind is blank, and I collapse again, at his mercy. His arms collect me into his chest, pressing my damp skin close to his warmth. So close. So right. He kisses me and wipes the hair out of my eyes. His lips are on my cheeks, my neck, my ear with a soft bite. When I manage to regain any sort of breath, the animal that’s taken over Cameron’s body growls in my ear. “That’s two.”

I muster up the laziest protest my sore body can manage.“Absolutely not.”

“You know what to say when you want to be done,” he reminds me.

And for some sick, twisted reason, I don’t say stop. The challenge seems all too exciting to refuse. I even manage to taunt, “You really think you can break your personal best? More than two orgasms in one night?”

A fire blazes in his eyes. “There she is. My favorite brat.” He chuckles, and his tenderness disappears.

Cameron drops me onto the bed on my side and stretches one of my legs out. As he settles behind me, his hands take my other leg and wrap it around his waist.

No teasing this time, not even a warning as he thrusts himself inside of me. “Fuck, you’re so hard,” I gasp with disbelief. “Oh my god? This is impaling territory all over again.”

He lets out a laugh. “You’re going to take all of it like a good girl, aren’t you?”

I am. “If you don’t break me with that thing first.”

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