Page 91 of Stolen Bases

She swipes her tongue across her bottom lip as her gaze follows my fist.

I stop. “If you stop, I stop.”

“This wasn’t what I wanted,” Talia whines, but she does as she’s told.

Gaze locked, she begins to ride her hand as I return to stroking my cock. There is no way I’m going to let her come without me, but my little vixen needs to learn a lesson.

Her fingers find her clit as she rubs tight circles over the swollen bud. Her thighs shake, warning me of her impending orgasm. I swat her hand away.

Her body falls back against the table, eyes wide in shock. “Did you just slap my hand away?”

“Yes. Problem?” Without taking my eyes off her, I pull her knees apart and lean forward, licking a line up her wet pussy. I almost blow my load at the taste of her sweet, tangy flavor on my tongue.

My plan to tease her ends with one taste. I eat her like a man starved. My mouth is everywhere, lapping, sucking, and plunging. I can’t get enough of her.

Talia gasps for air as she chants my name. Her knees clamp around my head as she fucks my face, smothering me in her sweet pussy. If I were to die right now, I’d die a happy man. Death by pussy is always the way for a real man to meet his maker.

“I’m going to come. Don’t stop.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Giving her clit all my attention, I flick that fucker as fast as I can and push a finger deep inside her pussy, curling it forward, searching for the spot that makes her detonate like a bomb.

I watch as Talia lets go, her pussy dripping and body coiled tight; she snaps as her orgasm rips through her. She comes with a gush on my tongue and my name on her lips.

My name never sounded better.

My cock is a lead pipe, bobbing in the air as I watch the woman I love come down.

I swipe my tongue across her clit, lapping at her sensitive flesh. She giggles, swatting me away. I pump my fingers inside her, continuing my slow assault.

“I can’t, Cam. No more.” She writhes beneath me.

“You can take it, baby. Concentrate. Let me take you over the edge again.”

Her knees fall open; she trusts me with her body.

I make good on my word and take her over the edge two more times before scooping her up and plunging us into the pool.

twenty-three

Talia

Cam treads water inthe middle of his pool, holding me up. My legs are wrapped around his waist as we talk. Naked talk.

After spreading me out on his table like I was his never-ending dessert and making me come three times, Cam stripped us both naked, picked me up, and jumped into the warm pool.

I have never been more relaxed than I am right now. Sure, all the orgasms helped, but it’s more than that. It’s Cam. I still can’t believe he said he loves me. I’d pinch myself if I could, to make sure this wasn’t a dream.

“Tell me more about work.” Cam pushes a strand of my hair behind my ear. “It sounds like you’re loving it.”

“I am. Doctor Winters is amazing. The patients I’ve been working with are so sweet. Emma is my favorite. I think she’s finally on the upswing. She’s been responding better to her meds and to her daily exercise.” Cam listens as I go on and on about my patient and my hope for her heart transplant.

“I like listening to you talk about work. You’re so passionate about your patients. You make a difference,” he says. “Tell me more.”

This. This is why I’ve fallen for this man. Cam really listens to me. He appreciates my dedication to nursing and supports me. He doesn’t offer fake platitudes or resolutions. He just listens.

And I fall deeper.

I meet his adoring hazel eyes, and I can’t help but kiss him, hard. Our mouths move in wet unison, tongues gliding together. I could kiss him all night. When we break apart, panting, Cam is pressed against the wall, holding onto the ledge.

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