Page 84 of Second Quarter Comeback
I pause, looking up at her, waiting for her permission. Her eyes meet mine, and she gives a small nod, her teeth catching her bottom lip. I hook my fingers under the thin fabric, slowly peeling it down her legs,savoring every inch of skin revealed. She’s bare before me now, utterly stunning and breathtakingly real. My cock strains against my boxers, and I bite back a groan as the sight of her ignites something primal in me.
Her hands slide to my waistband, and I raise an eyebrow, my smirk playful despite the heat building between us. “Impatient, are we?”
“Fair’s fair,” she replies, her voice laced with amusement and desire. She tugs my boxers down, and they fall to the floor. Her eyes sweep over me, and the way she bites her lip makes my pulse skyrocket. “You’re not exactly hard to look at.”
I chuckle, but the sound catches in my throat when her hand wraps around me, her touch firm and electrifying. “Careful, Cam,” I manage, my voice strained. “You’re playing with fire.”
She grins, her confidence intoxicating. “Maybe I like getting burned.”
Before I can respond, she shifts, pulling me onto the bed with her. The mattress dips under our weight, and she leans in, capturing my lips in a kiss that’s equal parts tender and consuming. Her hands roam my body, exploring the planes of my chest and the muscles of my back, before she pulls back, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
“I have an idea,” she murmurs, her voice low and sultry. She pushes me gently onto my back, her lips curving into a wicked smile. “Lie back and trust me.”
I obey, my body humming with anticipation as shestraddles me, her warm skin pressed against mine. She trails kisses down my chest, her lips soft and teasing as they move lower. I shudder under her touch, every nerve in my body on high alert. But then she shifts again, turning her body until her thighs frame my head, her heat just inches from my lips.
Fuck.
The sight of her like this—completely uninhibited, her body offered to me—is enough to make me lose my mind. “You’re perfect,” I murmur, my hands gripping her hips as I pull her closer. “Absolutely fucking perfect.”
She laughs softly, the sound vibrating through her body as her lips brush the tip of my cock. “Let’s see if you can keep up.”
Challenge accepted.
I lower my head, my tongue darting out to taste her. She’s warm and wet, her arousal intoxicating as I explore her with slow, deliberate strokes. She gasps, her body trembling above me, and I feel her lips part as she takes me into her mouth. The sensation is almost too much—her tongue swirling, her hands stroking, while her moans vibrate against me.
We move together, each of us giving and taking, the rhythm of our bodies perfectly in sync. The room is filled with the sounds of our pleasure—her breathy cries, my low groans, the wet slide of skin on skin. Every touch, every taste, every moment is a perfect blend of passion and urgency.
My hands grip her hips tighter as I bury my tongue deeper, savoring the way she writhes above me, her movements growing more frantic. She responds in kind, her mouth driving me to the edge, her hands exploring me with a hunger that matches my own.
Time ceases to exist as we lose ourselves in each other, every sensation amplified, every touch electric. The world outside the room fades away, leaving only us—tangled together in a heated blur of desire and need.
Her thighs tremble around my head, and I feel her warmth pressing closer as she lowers herself fully onto me. My tongue dives into her, exploring her slick heat, teasing her clit before gliding back down to circle her entrance. She’s intoxicating, every soft moan and shiver making me harder, more desperate to consume her.
At the same time, her lips close around the head of my cock, her tongue swirling in maddening circles that have me gripping her hips tighter, holding her firmly in place. The sensation of her mouth is almost too much—wet, hot, and impossibly good as she takes me deeper, inch by inch, until I’m groaning against her core.
I thrust my tongue into her, matching the rhythm of her movements, my hands tightening around her waist to guide her. Her muffled moan vibrates along my length as she sucks harder, her hands working the base of my cock in perfect coordination with her lips.
Fuck, she’s perfect—so fucking perfect.
I slide one hand down, trailing my fingers along her slick folds until I press one inside her. She gasps aroundme, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. Her walls grip me as I curl my finger, searching for the spot that will drive her wild. I find it quickly, and her hips jerk against my face, her thighs quivering as she tries to keep her balance.
“God, Camille,” I growl, my voice muffled against her. “You taste so fucking good.”
Her only response is a moan, her lips still wrapped around me as she moves faster, her tongue flicking against me with deliberate precision. I can’t tell if I’m making her lose control or if it’s the other way around, but I don’t care. I add a second finger, thrusting them deep and curling them with every stroke, my tongue never leaving her clit.
Her pace falters for a moment as her moans grow louder, her body trembling as I push her closer to the edge. But she doesn’t stop. She doubles down, taking me even deeper, her hand gripping me firmly as her mouth works me with an intensity that has me on the brink of losing it.
Every sensation is overwhelming—the way she moves, the way she sounds, the way her body responds to every flick of my tongue and thrust of my fingers. The room is filled with the wet, sinful sounds of us, the heat between us building to an almost unbearable level.
I feel her starting to fall apart, her hips bucking against my face as her thighs clamp tighter around my head. Her cries are muffled against me as she shakes, her release overtaking her, and I don’t let up, riding outher pleasure with my tongue and fingers, savoring every moment of her climax.
At the same time, she moans deeply, her mouth pulling me in even harder, and it’s my undoing. My groan vibrates against her as I spill into her mouth, the pleasure ripping through me like a wave. She takes every bit of me, her movements slowing as we both come down from the high, our bodies trembling and tangled together.
She shifts slightly, her lips leaving me as she moves to collapse beside me. Her chest heaves as she catches her breath, her face flushed, her hair messy, and a satisfied smile playing on her lips.
“That,” she says between breaths, her voice husky, “was fucking incredible.”
I chuckle, my own breathing unsteady as I turn to look at her. “You think you’ve had enough?”
