Page 54 of Knotted Laces

Stroking through me, circling my clit. Joining in tandem with the stubble on his jaw, his lips to drive me crazy.

One hand lifts, cupping my breast, pinching my nipple, and I gasp, my hips jerking.

He stills and for a second, I worry that I’ve hurt him. Butonlyfor a second, because then his tongue begins to work my pussy with furious intent and his fingers roll my nipple, and hisfree hand palms my ass, kneading the flesh, encouraging me to continue rocking against his face.

To continueridinghis face.

I jerk when I feel it—the first licks of an orgasm teasing through me.

Flames scorching my toes, crawling up my calves, my thighs. Creeping up my fingers, my arms, along my collarbones, over my breasts, down my belly…

And meeting between my thighs.

“Oh God,” I whisper, still rocking, still grinding my pussy on his face.

“Come for me, cupcake,” he orders gruffly, the words muffled…because I’m doing my best to smother him.

It’s right there—my orgasm teasing me, hanging just on the edges of sensation, so close, so near, but…just not enough.

And thank fuck he sees that.

Thank fuck he doesn’t stop and ask me what to do. He just takes action—to glorious, pleasurable results.

He shifts me a little higher and fucks me with his tongue.

“I—” I throw my head back, still grinding, still taking advantage of that stubble on his cheeks, but now, with the added motion of his tongue, filling me, fucking me, I’m plummeting over the edge.

“Cam,” I moan, hips jerking, orgasm rippling through me.

He groans, tongue still working me, hands still on my ass and breasts, drawing out my pleasure until my head goes fuzzy and my limbs lax and?—

I squeak as he flips us, as my back hits the rug.

Cam doesn’t crawl on top as I half-expect, as I half-hope.

Instead, he stays between my legs, and he doesn’t stop fucking my pussy with his tongue.

Only this time, his hand joins in on the party, his thumb circling my clit, a finger sliding deep. Then another. And?—

“Cam!” I hiss.

“You like it,” he murmurs against my labia, nipping lightly at my flesh and sending me shivering all over again. “And you need it, cupcake. Need to be ready for me to fuck you.”

I want to make a quip about his big dick, or about being more than ready for him to stretch me to overfull, but I don’t get the chance because he drops his head again and then he’s driving his fingers into me, he’s sucking at my clit, he’s sending another orgasm barreling down on me, and?—

“Oh God!”

I come apart, shattering into a hundred pieces that he manages to corral, to keep together as he crawls up my body and cradles me close. My chest is heaving, my eyes are half-mast. But I can feel his cock throbbing against my hip, calling to that aching emptiness inside me. I know I could stop here, could leave this alone, could take my orgasms, chalk this whole interaction up to insanity, wait for us to get sprung from river jail, and go back to my life.

But that would be pretending.

Hiding from a fact I already knew in my heart since that night a decade ago when he first said I was beautiful.

Cam has feelings for me.

I don’t think it’s love—he doesn’t know me, not really. But it’s definitely lust, definitelylike. And…I have those feelings too. And…

Well, once he gets to know me, the so-called love will calm, the crush will fade. We’ll be able to enjoy each other’s bodies until we don’t any longer.

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