Page 13 of Second Quarter Comeback
Her moans grow louder as I devour her, alternating between teasing licks and gentle suction. The way she squirms beneath me, her body completely uninhibited,makes my cock ache, but I don’t stop. Not until she’s trembling and slick against my tongue.
“You’re so wet for me,” I murmur, sliding my tongue lower, teasing her entrance. “Do you know how much that turns me on? Knowing this is all for me?”
She gasps, her thighs pressing against my shoulders as I press a soft kiss just below her entrance. “Camille, you’re perfect,” I whisper, my lips brushing her sensitive skin. “I want to feel you. Can I?”
“Yes,” she breathes, her voice shaky but eager.
I slide a single finger inside her, slow and careful, her warmth enveloping me. Her gasp turns into a moan, her hips arching as I curl my finger slightly, stroking her from the inside.
“That’s it,” I murmur, pressing my mouth back to her clit, kissing her gently. “Let me take care of you, baby. Let me show you how good this can feel.”
Her moans grow louder, her body responding to every movement, and I know she’s close. The thought of her falling apart because of me, because of my hands, my mouth, drives me wild.
I add a second finger, sliding it in beside the first, and the way her body tightens around me makes me groan against her skin. Her slick heat coats my fingers as I thrust them in and out of her, slow at first, testing her, letting her adjust.
“God, Camille,” I rasp, my lips brushing her clit as I speak. “You feel so fucking good. So wet and tight. Do you know how perfect you are?”
She gasps, her hands clutching at the sheets, her hips arching to meet my movements.
“That’s it, baby,” I murmur, curling my fingers inside her, searching until I find the spot that makes her cry out. “Right there, huh? You like that? You’re taking me so well. So fucking perfect.”
Her breathing turns ragged, her moans filling the room as I pick up the pace, thrusting my fingers deeper, faster. My mouth latches onto her clit, sucking gently, and her entire body trembles beneath me.
“Look at you,” I growl, glancing up to catch her flushed face, her parted lips, the way her chest rises and falls with every gasping breath. “You’re so beautiful like this, spread out for me, letting me make you feel good. You’re going to come for me, aren’t you? I can feel it. You’re so close.”
She whimpers, her hands flying to grip the back of my head, tangling in my hair as she presses me closer.
“Come on, baby,” I coax, thrusting my fingers harder, curling them just right. “Let go for me. Let me feel you come. I want to hear you scream my name when you fall apart.”
Her gasps turn into desperate cries, her body arching as her thighs tremble around my shoulders. I don’t stop, don’t let up, my mouth and fingers working in perfect rhythm to push her over the edge.
“You’re mine, Camille,” I murmur against her clit, my voice rough with arousal. “Every fucking inch ofyou is mine. Mine to make it feel fucking good. Now, come for me, baby. I know you can.”
Her back bows off the bed, a jagged cry escaping her lips as she shatters beneath me. Her orgasm crashes over her in waves, her walls pulsing around my fingers, soaking me as she gasps and moans my name.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” I murmur, slowing my movements but not stopping as I ride out her climax with her. “God, you’re amazing. So perfect. So fucking gorgeous when you fall apart for me.”
Her body collapses against the bed, trembling, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. I press one last kiss to her inner thigh before easing my fingers out of her, watching the way her body shivers at the loss.
As I crawl up beside her, brushing a strand of damp hair from her flushed face, I can’t help but smile. Her cheeks are still rosy, her lips swollen from my kisses, and she looks absolutely stunning—like a woman who’s just discovered a whole new world.
“You’re incredible,” I whisper, my lips grazing hers in a soft, lingering kiss. It’s unhurried, tender, a way to ground her after what we just shared. “That’s just the beginning, Camille. I’ve got so much more to show you. But for now . . .” I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, meeting her gaze. “We’ll call it off.”
She blinks up at me, her brows furrowing in confusion. “What about you?” she asks, her voice still breathless, eager.
“Me?” I chuckle softly, cupping her cheek and brushing my thumb along her jaw. “I can wait.”
Her lips part as if to protest, but I press a gentle kiss to the corner of her mouth, silencing her. “Listen to me, sweetheart. I need you to know yourself first—what you love, what makes you feel alive—before we go further. I’m demanding, baby. When it’s my turn, I’m going to ask for everything. Your trust, your time, your body. But I need you to know your boundaries before we get there.”
Her eyes soften, and I can see the mix of emotions swirling in them—gratitude, understanding, and something deeper. “You understand, don’t you?” I ask, my voice low but steady.
She nods, her hand coming up to rest on my chest. “I do.”
“Good.” I smile and gather her into my arms, wrapping her up in the warmth of my body. “But that doesn’t mean we’re done tonight.”
Her curious gaze meets mine, and I grin, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Right now, it’s all about you.”
I pull the blanket over us and settle her against my chest, running my fingers through her hair in soothing strokes. “Let’s start with this,” I say softly, tilting her face up to meet my gaze. “What do you need, Camille? A warm bath? Something to eat? Or maybe just my arms around you while you fall asleep?”
