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My entire body shakes with anticipation—or maybe I shiver. I don’t know. He gets so close that I can feel his hot breath whereI want him. That wolfish grin doesn’t leave his face as he blows on my nipple, prolonging the moment and making every single inch of me ache for him.
Just when I think he’s going to pull my nipple into his mouth and give me the relief I desperately need, he moves. He lifts his head to meet mine, his large hands finding my thighs. He spreads my legs open and steps between them.
Without saying a word or explaining why he just teased me, he hooks his fingers in the thin fabric of my thong at my hips. He tugs, pulling the fabric down my thighs and legs until he’s tossing away that piece of clothing too. He’s got me fully naked, and my entire body feels like it’s on fire as I wait to see what he’ll do next.
“As needy as your nipples look,” he begins, lowering himself in the water enough to put one of my legs over his shoulder, followed by the other, “I think it’s time for your pussy to get my attention. Do you want that, princess?”
THIRTY-NINE
RYKER
Camille’s eyesflutter shut as she lets out the smallest moan.
“I’m going to take that as a yes.” I laugh, leaning in to press a kiss to the inside of her thigh.
She jumps when my lips press against her skin and I love that she’s so reactive. I can’t wait to see what she does when my mouth finally hits her pussy.
“Did you know I’ve been dreaming about you every night since we got here?” I confess, trailing kisses along her thigh as I get closer to her core.
“You don’t have to lie to me,” she responds, her voice tight.
A small laugh escapes me before I press another kiss to her pubic bone. “I’m not lying. Memories of our night together have haunted me every single night.”
“Why were you always waking up in such a bad mood, then?” she teases. “You were lucky to dream of me like that.”
“I was in a bad mood because I hated waking up. In my dreams, you were mine. You didn’t scowl at me and we didn’t fight. Waking up and being hit with the reality that you could barely stand me was miserable.”
“I—” she begins, but her words stop when I run my finger through her wetness. Whatever she was about to say is lost and replaced by a moan.
“Fuck,” I marvel, looking at her. I want to savor this moment. Now that I have her, I don’t want to rush things. I want to take my time. “You’re so goddamn wet.”
“Ryker.” My name comes out on a whimper and it’s the sexiest thing in the world. I reward her by sliding two fingers inside her. She wraps around me so perfectly, and another moan leaves her lips as I hook them inside her.
I watch her for a moment, wanting to memorize the way her eyes roll back in her head. She lifts her hips slightly, allowing my fingers even deeper inside her.
She’s so fucking sexy.
I want to drag out the moment, to have her squirming and almost ready to come just from my fingers, but I can’t wait another second to taste her.
So, leaning in, I circle her clit with my tongue, giving her a small tease of what’s to come.
Her hips buck. My fingers continue to work inside her as my other arm wraps around her leg. My hand splays out on her inner thigh, my fingertips pressing into her skin as I coax her thighs open even more. I want her spread open for me while I eat her pussy.
Now that I’ve got her just how I want her, I press my tongue to her clit again, this time sucking on it while my fingers continue to move in and out of her.
The moment my mouth seals over her center, she lets out a loud, unrestrained moan, and I can’t help but let out a groan of my own. I love hearing her like this. It fuels me to know I’m the one making her feel good.
I continue to lick and suck, loving every sound she makes.
Her fingers tangle in my hair. She drives me crazy with the way she yanks and pulls on the locks, keeping my head pinned exactly where she wants me. I love the bite of her nails against my scalp as I continue to eat her pussy like a man starved. She keeps my head in place, but even if she didn’t, I wouldn’t go anywhere. My mouth won’t move until I feel her come against my tongue.
“It feels too good,” Camille pants, her grip on my hair getting even tighter. It burns slightly and I fucking love it. Even as I try to keep her pinned in place with the hand not inside her, she still manages to buck her hips from pleasure.
“Of course it fucking does,” I say, only pulling my mouth from her long enough to get the words out. “No one eats your pussy better than me. Right?”
I meet her gaze, needing her to agree. Jealousy builds in my chest at the thought of any other man doing this. After tonight, there will never be anyone but me. I’ll make damn sure of it.
“No one but you.”
