Page 74 of Lucky Star

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Sarah

By the time we stumbled through the front door sometime around three o’clock in the morning, my mind was running on overdrive as I discarded my clothes carelessly as I made my way upstairs to bed. Climbing between crisp white cotton sheets, I let out a sigh as my body relaxed into the mattress, and I felt the day melt away.

Cameron stared at me with heat-filled eyes. “Have I told you today how much I love you?”

“Hmm, I don’t know. If you have, I’ve forgotten. You should probably tell me again. Just to be safe.”

“I love you.” He kissed my lips. “I love you.” He kissed my chin. “I love you.” He kissed my neck. “I love you.” He whispered the words into my ear again and then bit down on my earlobe, sending shivers skating over my skin. Soon, those shivers turned into tremors as he worked his way down my body, telling all my little parts how much he loved me.

“I love you more,” I whispered, pulling him to my lips.

Cameron took his time exploring my mouth until his kiss turned hungry and demanding. “I want you.”

He reached between us and caressed me with strong, capable hands, parting my folds and running his finger from my clit to the tight, secret pucker of my ass and back again.

“You’re so wet for me.”

“Always,” I moaned as he repeated the movement.

When I felt the tip of his finger lightly caress that untouched bud, I gasped, first in shock and then with intrigue. No one had ever touched me there before, but the light, insistent pressure was so tantalizing, so fucking erotic, that I wanted more of it. My breath hitched, and I rocked my hips, silently begging for him to give me more.

“Please,” I breathed out when he touched me there a third time.

“Are you sure?” he whispered against my lips.

“Yes.”

“Fuck,” he groaned. “I’ve been dreaming about taking this ass.”

He kissed his way down my chest to suck my breast into his mouth, and as he continued fingering my pussy, he worked his way down, flicking my nipple with tongue before taking it between his teeth, sending a bolt of desire so strong tearing through me that I nearly came from it.

“Cameron, please,” I begged, not knowing if I was begging for release or for him to continue this exquisite torture.

He kissed my torso, my belly, and then my hip, before parting my legs and settling himself between my thighs. Slowly, he teased me with long, wet caresses, and quick, expert flicks. When he circled my clit and sucked it between his lips, my hips came off the bed and he trailed a slick, wet finger to my ass again.

At first, I clenched against the pressure, but as he continued to swirl tiny circles of my own juices around it, I relaxed into the sensation. My whole body shook when I felt him slip past my barrier and deepen the penetration, his long finger gliding in and out of me while he sucked my clit between his lips and I rocked against him. It was maddening and delightful, like nothing I’d ever experienced before.

“More.”

He flipped me onto my stomach. When I heard the opening of a drawer in the bedside table, I raised onto all fours. When he poured some lube over me, coating my hole with the cool liquid, I tensed in eager anticipation.

“Relax,” he said, slipping his thumb inside of me. With his other hand, he reached around and found my clit, rubbing it and pinching it the way he knew I liked.

He worked me expertly, applying the right amount of pressure to take me just to the edge of orgasm before he backed off before starting all over again. My legs quaked, and it took everything I had to stay propped up on my knees. When my arms shook with strain, Cameron placed his palm on the small of my back and nudged me down into the mattress.

“Please.”

“Please, what?”

“I want you.”

“Where do you want me?”

Why was he making me talk? This was no time for talking. Fewer words, more action! When I didn’t answer—couldn’t speak a coherent thought—he started to pull his hand from my clit.

“Goddamnit, make me come!” I begged, pushing back into him and feeling his thumb stretch me even more.

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