Page 164 of Every Silent Lie
“Easy,” he whispers, standing and kicking his jeans and boxers off. He takes the waist of mine and peels them down my legs with my knickers, and I kick them to free myself, welcoming him back to my body. “Touch me,” he murmurs, falling to his forearm and taking my hand, guiding it to his arousal. A sharp inhale pierces the air when I wrap my hand around him, his eyes squeezing shut as I start to stroke him, watching him sustain the pleasure. “Fuck, that feels good.” His head becomes heavy, beads of pre-cum dripping onto my stomach as I work him. He opens his eyes and stares down at me, his jaw tight but rolling, his gaze misty and lazy. Nothing is said as we study each other, but endless words are being tossed into the air between our closed mouths. I love him so much. I want to tell him repeatedly with the hope that he may one day comprehend just how deeply. Show him every day.
On that thought, I bite my lip, rubbing the tip of my thumb across the tip of his erection, spreading the wetness, enjoying the continued strain on his handsome face. “Tell me what you want,” he whispers huskily, his voice doing unspeakable things to my already raging libido.
“I want you inside me,” I tell him, unabashed. “Moving slowing.” Connected. “All night.”
He groans and rolls his mouth onto mine, kissing me with conviction, the hardest he’s ever kissed me, and yet it’s still loaded with so much love and reverence. His body lowers onto mine, forcing my hand away from his length, and I grab his shoulders and moan around his lips, widening my legs and wrapping them around his hips, constricting him as our tongues swirl and dance, dip and retreat. The full, hard length of him pulses against my lower belly, yelling for attention again, and my internal walls scream in response. On a gasp and a curse, Dec tears his mouth off mine and pants down at me, looking dazed and shiny with sweat. “Turn over.” He hooks a hand under my waist and rolls me onto my front, encouraging me farther across the bed, away from the edge to give him room to straddle my arse. “I’ll be inside you in a minute,” he murmurs, dragging a fingertip down my spine, making my shoulder blades pull in. “There’s no rush.”
My hormones disagree. “Dec,” I beg quietly, clawing my hands into the duvet, my cheek squished as I lose myself in darkness. Just feeling him. Sensing him. Smelling him. Tasting him in my mouth.
“Shhh.” He swaps his finger for his tongue and licks down my spine slowly, his hardness skimming my bottom, leaving wet trails of his pleasure across my skin.
“Oh my God.” My eyes cross behind my lids. I’m burning for him, slowly being driven to distraction. He reaches my backside and sinks his teeth into my flesh, then sucks, licks, and kisses it.
“I’ve got to taste you,” he growls, flipping me onto my back. I don’t have a second to brace myself for his mouth’s assault. He shoves my thighs apart and buries his face between my legs, sucking my throbbing clit into his mouth. Pleasure shoots up my spine, cracking my body into a violent arch, and I grab a pillow to stifle my scream as his hot, wet tongue laps through me greedily. I’m going to pass out. Overheating, burning inside and out, I toss the pillow aside and gulp down air, panting at the ceiling, the gathering pressure ready to detonate and wipe me out. I look down my body, reaching for his hand on my stomach and moving it to my breast, holding it there as he eats me alive bit by bit. I don’t want to come on his mouth.
I reach for his shoulders and disturb him, and he comes up for air, his eyes glazed, his mouth shimmering with wetness. He looks a little disorientated as he crawls up my body and shares my pleasure, kissing me deeply for a few brief, wonderful seconds before he turns me back onto my front and blankets me with his body, nudging my knee out with his to open me up to him. He brushes my hair aside, giving himself access to my ear, and nibbles at my lobe. “Bone deep,” he whispers as he rolls his hips and slides into me with ease, dowsing the flames immediately. I go lax from the relief, reaching up to cup his head as he licks my ear, making me shudder as he breathes into it lightly. “Feel good?”
“Hmmm.” I push my arse up into him, welcoming him to the deepest part of me until he can advance no more.
“Oh, fuck, Camryn,” he rumbles, stilling but kicking like crazy inside me. “You’re clenching around me.”
I start circling my hips.
“Camryn, stop.”
I can’t. It feels too good, the pressure back, now with tingles too, and it is out-of-this-world.
“Stop,” he breathes, starting to thrust too, his body defying his mind.
“Oh God,” I whimper.
“Fuck.” He takes a handful of my hair and gently pulls, encouraging my head off the bed and turning it so he can get to my lips. His kiss is manic and fast, his tongue whipping through my mouth as his drives gets harder and faster. I’ve reached the point of no return, urgency now ruling me, only making our kiss even crazier, our tongues plunging as deeply as his cock. I don’t need to tell him I’m close. He doesn’t need to tell me. It gets to the point we can no longer kiss—our bodies are banging too hard to sustain it. He curses and stops for a moment, dragging me onto my hands and knees by my hips, and then he let’s go completely, smashing into me almost ruthlessly. I strain to look back over my shoulder, suppressing my yells of pleasure, watching him, head tossed back, every muscle straining, as he goes hell for leather. My boobs bounce violently, my fists bunch the sheets, my head hangs as he yanks me back and forth onto him, his fingers clawing painfully into me as he yells his ecstasy.
My climax hits like a firework between my legs, and I cry out at the intensity, as Dec pushes high and deep, freezing, a broken moan filling the bedroom, mixing with my cries as he bursts. His cock expands inside me, and he comes in long, rolling surges. “Jesus Christ,” he gasps, his torso collapsing on top of me, pushing me down to the sheets. I can’t find air, my body trembling with the force of my release. And I’m sleepy. So sleepy.
Dec pants above me, kissing my shoulder in between his laboured breathing. “That was unexpected.”
“You’ll never be a man I fuck and forget,” I say, breathless, feeling him smile against my skin.
“You didn’t fuck me,” he whispers. “I fucked you.”
He certainly did. And it feels good to feel my heart beating so wildly.
“I love you,” he says, nuzzling into my cheek.
I start to turn over, making him lift to give me room. He slips out of me with a wince, and I look down between us when I’m on my back, seeing the aftermath of his orgasm twitching wildly. I reach for his shoulders and pull him down onto me, wrapping my arms and legs around him like a bow, my face in his neck smelling the sweat and sex on his skin. “I want to spend Christmas with you and Albi,” I say, feeling him start to move immediately. I tighten my grip, not that it makes an ounce of difference.
He breaks free from my arms, but not my legs, which lock him in a hold. His eyebrows rise as he takes a wrist in each hand and pushes them above my head. “Come and live with us.”
My legs immediately go lax around him, along with the rest of my body. “Come live with you?” I parrot like a fool.
“I don’t want you to be on your own anymore.” Sinking his face into my neck, he kisses his way up my cheek onto my lips, while I stare, struck fucking dumb, at the ceiling. “This is only going one way, Camryn, and that’s toward forever.” He pulls back and scans my face, his expression somewhere between hope and caution. “Let’s not waste time stressing about what’s a socially acceptable timeframe for shit like this.” Another kiss on my blank face. “I love you.” Another kiss. “I want you here.” Another kiss. “Say yes.”
“Get off.”
He stills for a beat then lifts his head to get me in his sights, searching my eyes. “Cam?—”
“Get off, Dec.” I put resistance against his hands that are holding my wrists down, and he instantly lets go, pushing to his knees to free me. I get up, my heart bashing madly, and go to the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I feel like a full-blown panic attack is about to cripple me, my breathing shot to bits, my skin clammy. I go to the sink and splash my face with cold water, patting at it as I lower to the edge of the tub, my legs shaking, partly because I’m still recovering after Dec blew my mind and body, but partly because of his soft demand. And it’s not even because it’s a demand. Honestly, I don’t know why I’ve reacted like this, but I have, and I can’t stop it.
