Page 19 of You Are Cordially Invited

My palm slid over the delicate material and the silky-smooth skin of his arse. Heat bloomed in his flesh at my touch, and he moved his hips in a slow circle. Then he looked at me over his shoulder and licked his lips. “You wanna taste, baby?”

Desire licked deep in my belly. “You know I do.”

He blew me a kiss and crawled onto the mattress on all fours, keeping his knees close to the edge. Then he dropped his head to his hands and wriggled his shapely arse, that red scrap of lace just begging for attention.

“Have at it, sweetheart.”

My hands were on him in a second, enjoying the contrast of all that firm muscle wrapped in a pretty lace package. I slipped those siren-red briefs down just enough to give me room to work and then pulled apart his cheeks so I could run my tongue up the length of his taint and over that sweet, sexy hole.

A shiver ran the length of my spine at the first taste—so fucking turned on I wasn’t sure I’d last to get him inside me.

He growled into the mattress as my heart pounded in my throat. This gift, this vulnerable place Cam had so rarely given to others—always needing control, always cautious—was mine for the taking. He opened himself up in every way he could for me, as hard as it was—heart, head, and body—and I’d never take it for granted.

I slipped a hand between his legs and over those lace-covered balls and stroked his needy cock. I licked and sucked and probed at his hole, adjusting my approach to the way his body demanded—a fresh angle; deeper; shallower; a zing of pain, if you please. He squirmed and moaned, shifting his hips and growling in frustration when I ignored him. He both hated and loved being edged, and I was the undisputed master of driving him crazy.

I pulled back and slid a finger in to replace my tongue, mesmerised as he fucked himself on it with unrestrained abandon, filthy noises falling from his mouth.

He shunted back and forward, and I added a second finger, keeping them in place as I shuffled around to his side and claimed an awkward sideways kiss. He snagged my lips between his teeth as he kept fucking himself, eyes closed, grunting with the effort. And then he was gone, rolling off to the side and gasping for breath.

“Jesus fuck, I almost lost it.” He held his dick at the base. “On the bed,” he ordered, scrambling to his feet to get the lube from the bedside drawer.

I fell onto the mattress as he made his sinuous way to the foot of the bed, like a well-fucked cat wanting more. From there he stared at me, eyes burning into my heart as he slicked up his cock and decided exactly what to do with me.

I never knew, never even bothered to presume. The anticipation was one of the hottest things about sex with Cam. I knew I could ask if I was in the mood for something particular, and he’d indulge me without blinking an eye, but mostly I just fucking loved the surprise. In my tightly controlled physical life, Cam was the ultimate release valve.

He threw the lube on the bed and crawled up my body until we were eye to eye, and I lifted my legs over his shoulders with a contented sigh. I was so very, very in the mood for this.

I glanced over his shoulder to the huge mirror on the ceiling above our bed. There were others on each wall, but for tonight, this was the best seat in the house.

Kitchy? Not on your fucking life. When your fierce baby wore lingerie to fuck your brain cells to kingdom come, you wanted to see that shit from every angle God made.

Cam reached down and shoved a lubed finger into my hole, and then two, and I arched up. His cock banged and then nestled against mine, and I was ready.

I didn’t need much prep. If Cam knocked, I was ready. That’s just how it was.

He guided the head of his dick to my hole and nudged ever so slightly. Then he cradled my face and covered my mouth in a deep, lazy kiss that set my toes tingling as he slowly pressed in. His tongue fucked my mouth slowly as his dick filled me up, and we were home.

We generally went straight at it, but this time Cam shuddered and closed his eyes, his body stilling inside me.

“Baby?” I asked softly, my brow wrinkling.

His eyes flicked open, and a rush of love poured like a waterfall into mine. I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak.

“You areeverythingto me, Ruby.” He kissed the damp from my eyes. “Us—you and me and Cory—you’re my world, and nothing will change that. This will always be enough;wewill always be enough. I couldn’t love you any more than I do. You’re it for me. We can change our life however we want, or not change it, but nothing will take that away from us, understand?” Emotion ran thick in his words, and I lifted my lips to his.

I did understand, and my heart settled in my chest for the first time since we’d left his parents. “I do understand, baby, and I love you too. We’ve got this. Either way, we’ve got this.” I kissed his eyelids one at a time. “Now, how about you fuck me like you promised?”

His expression morphed almost instantly from concern into that cheeky, sexy, confident man I knew so well.

Damn.I fisted the sheets.Here we go.

With his eyes on mine, he pulled back slowly and then slammed back into me, rocking me up the mattress, handholds be damned. He did it again, and again, until finally settling into a slow, pounding rhythm that echoed through my body and sent me rocketing toward home plate.

“Jesus, Cam,” I gasped, the back of my head buried in the pillow. “Right. Fucking. There!”

A flash of red grabbed my attention and I stared up at the mirror, riveted to the punch and thrust of his tight muscled arse as he worked my hole, that damn tattoo teasing as he grunted and rammed home his absolute pleasure at being inside me.

“Whenever you want, baby,” he rumbled from above, sounding grimly desperate. “Fuck, you’re tight. I can’t...”

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