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“I’m serious,” I insisted, my voice harder, dropping a few degrees. “You know how you felt a few minutes ago? When you were staring at my cock and licking your lips?”
She nodded, slow, suddenly interested.
“That’s how I feel about your hot little cunt.” I began lowering my head, keeping my eyes on hers, our connection sizzling. It awed me the way tension continued to stretch between us, even though we’d already broken it to some degree. We’d both already found our release, yet all I wanted wasmore. “And unless you tell me no right now, I’m going to taste it. Because I want you in my mouth so fucking bad.”
Sobad. She had no idea. I was about to fucking lose it if I didn’t get to taste her.
I could see the way Natalie’s breath hitched at my words, and I stilled, waiting, giving her a chance to tell me to stop. But she just writhed beneath my hands, almost like she wanted me to hurry up, and I grinned.
Fuck yes.
Her lips parted as she watched me dip my mouth to her pussy, licking a slow path through it, ending on her clit. Natalie gasped, pupils blown wide, an awed, pleasured expression on her face, and I tried to keep my shit together as the taste of her exploded on my tongue. A moan tore from my lips in response.
So. Fucking. Good.
I forced myself to pull away and check in. “Yes?”
She nodded eagerly, her hips doing a little upward motion that made me emit a husky chuckle.
“Yes,” she said, breathless.
I buried my head between her legs without another word, licking through her pussy for a second time before settling in to lavish her clit with the attention it deserved.
“Cameron,” Natalie groaned before collapsing flat onto the bed again. “Oh—oh my God?”
She said it like a question, like she couldn’t really believe that it could feel that good. Andfuck, did that get me going. I couldn’t believe I got to be the one who showed this woman how good sex could be when it was done properly, with a partner who cared about your pleasure.AllI wanted to do tonight was pleasure Natalie London. I wanted to give her so much she couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted her crying my name until her throat was raw and her body was spent.God yes.
I switched techniques, swirling my tongue around her clit and then dropping lower, exploring her cunt, watching for signs of what she enjoyed, what made her tick.
Natalie loved all of it, but she groaned the loudest when I gave repeated featherlight passes over her clit, the gentle teases working her higher and higher until she was wound tight on the bed beneath me, her body coiled like a spring waiting to be released. She started working her hips, chasing more and more, but I held her down against the mattress, wanting to be the one to give it to her. And as soon as I gave her the pressure she was looking for, she exploded, crying loudly, a sound that washed over my body like a reward. Such a treat. She was such a treat.
“Good girl,” I soothed, lifting my head and licking my lips. “Good job coming for me again, Sunshine.”
Natalie responded with a babbling of whimpers, trying to turn over on the bed.
Oh, did she think we were done?
“No, Natalie,” I muttered, tightening my grip on her hips and holding her in place. “You can take more. You deserve more.”
“Cam,” she gasped as I returned to my new favorite place and speared my tongue inside her, licking the inside of her walls. “Cameron!”
Her fingers splayed over the top of my head, trying to grip my short hair, but she wasn’t saying no, so I kept going, thrusting my tongue in and out. Natalie shivered from the vibrations when I moaned, so fucking obsessed with being inside her that I knew Icould do this all night long without stopping if she let me. But I also needed her to come, and I suspected it wasn’t going to happen with this alone. I couldn’t quite get deep enough, couldn’t quite curl my tongue to scrape the right place.
So I returned to her clit, thinking that it’d probably had enough of a break from my teasing. And I was right.
Natalie sighed in a way that I felt in her whole body as soon as my tongue fluttered back over her clit, like she was relieved that I’d made my way home again.
It was so sweet and hot and perfect.
I loved how responsive she was—the way her body twitched and shook with every touch, how her breaths changed depending on what I was doing, and the little sighs and screams that left her mouth, getting louder and louder.
Starting to feel desperate for more of her, I gave my hands permission to wander, sliding one palm up her stomach, slipping beneath her shirt again. Natalie arched into my touch, encouraging it higher, andfuck, did I wish I’d gotten her naked before this.
I’d been too busy, too focused on bringing her pleasure as quickly as I could, wanting to prove to her what I could do before she slipped out of my grasp again. Consciously, I knew she wasn’t going anywhere. But the pain of having her disappear on me that first night still lingered.
My hands found the gentle curve of her breast anyway, sliding beneath the wire of her bra and cupping her in my palm, enjoying her soft skin, moldable beneath my touch. That, and Natalie’s sounds of delight in response, like she was relieved to have my hands on her.
Every single inch of her was unbelievable.
