Page 64 of Savage Lust
“Yes.” I bucked again, and he jerked them all the way off.
Cam grabbed a condom from the tiny bedside table, ripped into the package with his teeth, and pushed it on in one quick, practiced motion. Then he tossed my boot clad legs over each of his arms and pressed into me.
Everything happened so fast. One second, I was trembling with anticipation and the next my legs were spread wide and my knees were pushed against my chest. I was full of him as he groaned low and long, his expression just as fierce as it had been when he’d pulled his gun.
My heated skin prickled, my breath caught, and when he moved, pleasure arced through me in electric bursts. Savage. His lovemaking then lived up to his name. Each thrust harder, faster, than the first, until all I could hear was our skin slapping and the bed creaking.
I gripped the multicolored crocheted blanket beneath me. My fingers slipped between the oversized holes and wrapped around as he arched, folding my body in what should be an impossible position.
This way, my knees over his elbows spread me so wide that it felt as if he might split me open. The friction built too fast, like my heart and my mind were racing to catch up with what he was doing to me.
Just like everything else.
I whimpered, moaned, and twitched as my orgasm raced closed.
“I want to hear it.” He gasped. “I want them all to hear it, baby.”
He thundered into me when I came. Not shy, no, not now and maybe never again. I came screaming. “Cam, Cam, Cam!” Over and over as pleasure rocketed with my orgasm, coating him, me, leaving me panting and my skin wet.
Several thrusts later, Cam tossed his head back and moaned long and loud before dropping my legs and collapsing heavily on top of me.
“Holy fuck.” Was all he said between panted breaths.
And that summed it up perfectly.
***
Cam rolled off me and pulled me close, tucking me against his side. The music no longer beat from downstairs, so the only sound was our ragged breathing and the thump of Cam’s heart against my face as I snuggled into his heaving chest. I got lost in the rhythm of it until my heart matched his. So much of my life was gone, dead, or taken away. But Cam was here, real, and alive.
When the air-conditioning kicked on and I shivered as the cool air met my slick, hot skin, he pulled the brown and orange blanket over us.
The rush of the chase, of the sex, faded and his pulse slowed. I was left floating on this buzz of misplaced emotion. I was strangely happy. Everything I’d been taught, society, and my life said I shouldn’t be.
“Is it always like this?” I asked. My voice hoarse and my throat slightly sore from the chase, the aftermath, and then the sex.
“Sex?” He was sleepily confused, stretched out beneath me like a sated cat.
“All of it. Today, the sex, this part…” The last being the most important. I didn’t realize how much it was until I lay there with Cam holding me. I needed this intimacy that filled an empty place inside me I hadn’t realized existed.
“Yes—no.” His chest shifted on a deep exhale. “I’m sorry about all that shit today. But I can’t say it’s not normal.” His voice was all rough and sexy. “It used to not be, but—” Then he chuckled. “The sex gets better each time I’m inside you. Who knew you were so hot in bed?”
I sat up and smacked him square on the stomach. He oofed a laugh. “I’m serious. You’re the best I’ve ever had.”
When I shot him a yeah right look, he sighed, thought about it, then climbed from the bed and padded to the bathroom. I watched him. His ass was firm and tight. I’d never thought a guy’s ass could be so hot and yet his was.
The water turned on and he came back, cleaned up, and crawled on the bed with me. “Every damn thing about you is fucking perfect. And I’m the only man on the planet to have that.” He kissed me, softly at first, then with more heat. “And that’s unbelievably sexy. Makes me want you again and again, as many times a day as you’ll let me.”
The passion from his words turned me inside out, and the way his lips trailed down my jaw and my neck was so arousing I almost gasped. Even after all of this, Cam’s kiss and touch were so thrilling it almost scared me.
His cock was hard against my stomach as he shifted and lay me back on the bed, crawling over me, sucking a nipple into his mouth, then switching to the other while his hands stroked everywhere lighting little fires up my sides.
“Again? Right now?” I asked with an excited squeak.
“Mhmm.” His voice vibrated around my nipple.
The loud, throbbing reverberation of an army of Harley Davidson’s returning earned a groan from him as he rolled away. “Rain check, I’ve got some shit to handle.”
That was an understatement. The past few hours had been like something out of an action-packed movie. All adrenaline, sensation, and emotion. I watched him as he moved around the room, getting dressed in the same efficient motions as he did everything. He was perfectly at home here, in what I could only describe as a teenage boy’s crash pad. Complete with posters of bikini-clad models draped all over shiny black and chrome motorcycles.
