Page 129 of Already At Risk
“You wanted to be fucked,” I said, a rough whisper against the shell of her ear. “So I’m going to fuck you good now. Are you ready?”
She whimpered. I felt the vibrations of it, followed by the trembling of her body, and the tilting of her hips. Finally, a nod.
“Good. If you want me to stop for any reason, bite my hand.”
She nodded again, and then I nodded.
“Practice that for me, baby.”
Natalie’s teeth scraped my palm. She couldn’t get enough skin between her teeth to do any damage, but I felt the bite, no mistaking it, and that was what we needed.
I centered myself over her again, giving a tilted smile. “Good job, Sunshine.”
And then I withdrew a few inches before slamming inside Natalie’s cunt, harder this time, watching how her eyes grew and her head tossed back against the bed, her wet hair drenching the pristine, white pillowcases.
None of that mattered right now. The only thing that mattered was Natalie and making her feel alive and perfect and loved.
“So good,” I moaned, a low admission pressed against her forehead. The arch of her back from the pillow meant I was hitting even deeper than ever before, so deep that I felt Natalie quake with already mounting pressure. “So,sogood.”
And then I did it again, driving my hips against hers, seeing how far I could bury myself inside her.
Natalie’s cries bounced against my hand, and I thrust again.
Slow, but steady and hard, reaching. Perfect strokes, over and over again, making her climb higher and higher. She was panting against my palm, and suddenly, I wanted to feel it. Ineededto feel her breaths and how what I was doing to her affected them.
“Control yourself, Mama,” I rasped, my one warning before I slid my hand from her mouth. Natalie’s gasp was so distinct, her pupils blown as she bit down on her lip, like she wasn’t sure she could handle staying quiet. But when I grazed my lips over hers, parting them again, she tilted her chin, chasing my mouth.
My ragged, desperate breaths mixed with hers. Staying quiet seemed impossible, but there was also something erotic about it, something intoxicating about how the only sounds in the room were the quiet slap of my hips hitting hers and our hot and heavy breathing.
Natalie’s eyes were wild as they searched mine. She wrapped her arms around my neck, tugging me closer. My forehead hit hers, and then we were right there—together. Bodies writhing, muscles constricting, orgasms building.
“Cameron,” she whined breathlessly, and I knew hers was here. That she couldn’t hold back anymore, and I slammed my hand back over her mouthjustin time.
I watched in awe as evidence of Natalie’s climax washed over her face, her release seeming to liberate her. I felt as she tightened all around me and then melted, breaking down into pieces that I made an internal promise to put back together again.
Beautiful and brilliant. As always.
My hand slid away after she crested, and then I used the opportunity to kiss her through my own turning point, thrusting only twice more before exploding, unraveling, spiraling, lost in the feel of Natalie London.
We slowed. Her hands began to wander, drifting down my back and then back up, spreading over my shoulders and thenonto my chest. She flattened a palm directly over my heart, and I kissed her harder, almost afraid to let the moment die.
I wasn’t sure how many minutes passed before I finally gave in and let my mouth slide from hers, dragging it down the column of her throat, the dip of her collarbone, the swell of her breasts, lower and lower until I’d slipped out of her and was kneeling at the end of the bed again.
“Let me clean you up.” I pressed a kiss to her cunt, making Natalie gasp. And then I dove in further, dragging my tongue through her pussy and licking off the arousal that coated her inner thighs. Natalie’s soft groans propelled me, making it hard to stop, and I flipped her over onto her stomach so her sounds could be smothered in a pillow when I lifted her hips and dragged my tongue from her pussy further back, spreading her perfect cheeks so I could explore other parts of her. I couldn’t fucking help it. Letting her,this, go was becoming more impossible each and every time.
Natalie tensed at the swipe of my tongue and then softened, releasing a sound that made me hard all over again.
I pulled back with a tilted grin. “Can I tell you a secret?” I asked softly, and Natalie nodded, squirming as I replaced my mouth with my fingers, finding her tight little asshole and experimenting with light pressure, watching her closely for a reaction. Her lips parted, her eyes rolled.Good. “I’d really like to fuck you here, Natalie.”
She nodded again, a barely audible “Mhm” coming from her lips.
“Not now,” I added, and she almost looked…disappointed. “Next time, maybe.”
“Next time,” she repeated, and then she closed her eyes like she wanted to imagine it.
“Have you done that before?”
She shook her head without opening her eyes. “Have you?”
