Page 98 of Sin With Me

Chapter25

Cameron

I feltmy dick twitch the moment she breathed out her reply. I secured her face in my hands and kissed her. I kissed her with every emotion on my lips that I could spare. Though her lips brought me instant relief, it came with impatience, because now that I’d tasted her and knew what was waiting in my arms, I wanted it all at the same time. I wanted to kiss, her, hold her, make love to her, then fuck her; and once it was all done I wanted to start the process all over again. This time there would be no holding back. When I took this woman, there would be no guilt and no doubt.

I grabbed her by the waist and lifted her to the counter. She wrapped her legs around me letting out a soft moan as soon as my erection brushed against the buttons on her shorts, right over her pussy.

“Is this really happening?” she asked, in between the kisses, and all I could do was ignore her question and kiss her even deeper. She pulled away again, saying something about a shower, but I didn’t let her finish. If she wanted a shower, she’d get a shower. I lifted her into my arms and I carried her to the tiles behind the glass door. I wasn’t sure whether she even noticed until she screamed when the first drizzle of cold water landed on herback.

“I’m sorry,” I said, as she slid down my body. I swiveled us to the side where she comfortably rested against the tiled wall. I kissed her again and again, feeling the water slowly warm over my back. I turned us around, spinning under the warmer shower, and brought her against the wall near the ceramic shower bench.

“I didn’t mean a shower in my clothes.” Her breaths were heavy, and clumps of wet hair stuck to her face, making her look irresistible.

“No clothes. Gotit.”

I grasped the edges of her v-neck shirt at the collar and with one swift pull I ripped it apart, right down the middle. She gasped and left her mouth open. Water dripped down her nose and onto her upper lip, and she looked absolutely stunning.

“You owe me a shirt,” she smiled.

“Done. I’d like to owe you a pair of shorts as well.” Holding the fabric firm, I pulled on one side. All three buttons on her fly popped open and bounced on the tiled floor, and she laughed. The sound of her happiness made me more eager. I couldn’t wait until she felt and laughed from real pleasure. I couldn’t wait to touch her, and so I slid my hand right down her belly and into her panties and cupped her sex before dragging my fingers up between her folds, right up to her concentrated nerves.

“Cameron—” She rested her head back against the wall and closed her eyes. Water drizzled down her chest, like pearls, before disappearing into her bra, soaking it. She writhed against the wall, her hands searching my shoulders for support and her wiggling hips begging my hand to flick her. She looked so vulnerable and beautiful.

I lowered the bra cups off her breasts, freeing her erect nipples. My mouth immediately found its rightful place around the nub. I didn’t waste time with tender kisses but secured her between my lips, pulling the hard flesh back, stretching it out until it slid from between the hold of my lips and bounced back. Kate let out a louder moan along with a sigh. She grabbed her other breast, squeezing the other nipple.

Vixen.

This woman needed relief and torture at the same time. I wanted to give it all to her. I wanted to cherish every inch of her body, bite her, lick her, and kiss her. I wanted to devour her. I wanted to show her the kind of pleasure she’d never had, but when she lifted her foot up to the ceramic seat, opening herself to me, my train of thought vanished. The idea of sinking deep inside her had been torturing me since the last time I’d felt her aroundme.

This couldn’t wait. I couldn’t wait, and just as I was about to push her panties to the side, or maybe rip those off too, I felt her hands on my sweats. She tugged on the string and pulled them off my hips, down as far as she could. I sprang free. She grasped me by my balls first, felt them in her palms, smiled, and slid her hand higher until she placed me in hergrip.

Fucking tease.

She could barely wrap her fingers around me, and I was afraid that the longer she stroked me, the more difficulty she would have holding on. I reached for her hand and placed it on my chest. She immediately found a way to play with my chest hair as she combed her fingers through it, gently scraping my skin with her nails. I pushed her panties to the side, lined myself up, and entered her. She was swollen, and immediately tightened around me. I took her into my arms and lifted her body. She held onto my shoulders, her fingers digging deeper into my skin. I held her by her ass, pushing higher and deeper, quicker and more violent. I couldn’t get enough of her. I wanted to claim her. I wanted her to be mine and only mine. I plunged into her over and over, slamming against her pussy on each bounce until I heard her scream. She shook in my arms and continued rubbing herself against my pelvic bone. She rolled her hips over me, her wet skin against mine, and the moment she opened her eyes and looked at me with those after-sex eyes, I lost it. I came inside her and stayed there until our breaths slowed and our hearts calmed.

I withdrew and gently guided Kate’s leg off the shower seat. She looked physically in pain and I wondered whether I’d been too brutal.

“Are youokay?”

“Yeah, perfect, actually.”

“You look like I hurtyou.”

“Hurt me? Cameron, what you did to me, what you did to my body… the way you obliterated me… it was perfect. I’m just… happy.”

I reached to behind her back and snapped the clasp of her bra with my fingers. I removed the straps from her shoulders and arms and then flung the bra over the glass shower door. She laughed, and my dick immediately went back to its standing position. Tonight would be a long night.

I crouched to the shower floor and removed her panties, then soaped up a sponge. I carried the suds along her leg, spreading them in circular motion as she stood above me and watched me with her mouth open. That alone was worth everything. God, I was sure I’d never get enough of her. She was everything. Heck, she was probably the first girl I’d ever met – as a baby, from what I now knew – but still. We’d shared a cookie! That had to mean something.

As dumb as that sounded, it meant something. We’d created a bond, though I knew if I ever repeated this to one of my brothers, I’d never live it down. I finally stood up, washed her between her legs, over her stomach, giving extra care to each breast just because I could, and then drew the sponge down her arm. When I reached her fingers she weaved them with mine and I dropped the sponge to the floor.

“You really love me?” she asked.

“Yeah, I really do loveyou.”

She smiled. “We sinned again.”

“This time it’s different,” I said. “This time you know who Iam.”

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