Page 92 of Cold Feet
I could only nod, my breath coming in quick, desperate pants. He dipped his head between my legs, his tongue pressing against my panties, already soaked through with the want of him. I gasped, feeling every nerve ending spark with anticipation. Cam's fingers hooked under the delicate black lace, slowly pulling it down, the cool air hitting my skin making me shiver. His breath was hot against my inner thigh, every movement slow, deliberate, sensual. He gently peeled my panties off completely, his eyes never leaving mine, the intensity of his gaze sending shockwaves of desire through me.
I was splayed out for him, fully naked except for the mermaid sapphire ring.
He raised an eyebrow at me. "I love what you're wearing." I was just about to respond with some smartass comment when he dipped his head between my thighs again.
I nearly came undone at the first touch of his tongue against my clit. He licked and sucked, drawing out a cry from me as pleasure coursed through my body. His fingers joined the dance, sliding inside me, curling and stroking in a rhythm that matched the movements of his tongue.
Oh my god.
The sensation was overwhelming, and I found myself gripping the sheets, my hips lifting off the bed as I chased the promise of release. But just as I was about to explode, he pulled back, his mouth moving back to my breasts. I groaned in frustration, my body arching towards him, begging for more.
"Cam, please don't stop. I'm almost..."
He chuckled, the sound muffled against my skin. "Not yet, Cupcake Queen," he whispered, his hands, and more importantly, his tongue, moving back to my nipples, pinching and teasing them until I was a writhing mess of need.
"Cam, please," I begged, my voice ragged with desire. "I need you..."
His tongue flicked at my nipples, driving me wild with anticipation. "Say that again."
"I need you."
"That's more like it," he said, obligingly, slowly moving his mouth back down to my pussy. This time, he took his sweet time, licking and sucking in long, drawn-out strokes that had me clawing at the sheets. He relished that I was on the edge and completely under his control. He bit down gently on my clit, the pleasure-pain sending shockwaves through my body. I felt like I was losing my mind, the heat building and building until I was sure I would combust.
"Please..." I pleaded, every nerve on fire.
And then, finally, he gave me what I was begging for. He slid two fingers back inside me, curling them in just the right way as his mouth worked magic on my clit. The pressure built and built and built until it was too much, and I shattered, my orgasm exploding through me like a supernova. I cried out his name, my body convulsing with the force of my release.
As I came down from the high, Cam moved back up my body, his eyes never leaving mine. He kissed me softly, letting me taste myself on his lips. "I adore you," he whispered, his voice filled with awe and satisfaction. "You’re beautiful. A goddess."
"And you're some kind of sex god,"I laughed. "Holy smokes." My body still trembled with the aftershocks of my orgasm. I had never felt so completely worshiped, so utterly consumed by pleasure. No one had ever made me feel like he did. Only Cam. Always Cam.
Spent, I nuzzled his neck, slowly making my way to his lips. We snuggled in the afterglow as I panted to catch my breath. Every brief shift or movement hit me with more aftershocks.
"So,” I said sweetly. “Can I suck your cock?"
Cam let out a low groan, his eyes darkening with desire. "You have no idea how many of my smuttiest dreams have started with you saying that," he laughed softly, but there was a raw edge to his voice that made my heart beat faster.
I trailed kisses down his chest, exploring every ridge and valley of his muscles with my lips and tongue. His skin was warm and smooth under my touch, the masculine scent of him – sex and salt and fucking unfiltered, Grade A virility – making my head spin. I could feel his heart pounding beneath my fingertips as I kissed down his stomach, tracing the lines of his abs before gripping his cock firmly.
His cock was like granite after someone had left a hot pan on it. It throbbed in my hand, warm to the touch. He inhaled sharply, his hips tightening in response to my touch. I looked up at him, meeting his gaze as I began to stroke him slowly, marveling at the way his body responded to mine. His eyes were hooded, his lips parted, and every muscle in his body seemed to tense with anticipation.
Leaning down, I flicked my tongue against the head of his cock, tasting the salty bead of precome that had gathered there. He let out a strangled groan, his hands fisting the sheets as I took him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around his head before taking him deeper.
His breath came in ragged gasps as I worked him with my mouth and hand, the sounds of his pleasure spurring me on. It seemed impossible, but I could feel him getting even harder, his body coiling with tension as I brought him closer and closer to the edge. His fingers threaded through my hair, guiding me gently, the touch both controlling and tender.
"Fuck, Lana," he growled, his voice rough with need. "You're going to make me come."
I hummed around him, the vibrations making him buck his hips upward. His grip on my hair tightened, and I could feel the pulse of his cock against my tongue. He was so close, his entire body trembling with the effort to hold back.
"Stop," he rasped, gently pulling me away. "I want to be inside you when I come."
I released him with a soft pop, watching as he caught his breath, his chest heaving with each inhale. As I kissed my way back up to his face, he slid an arm under me, reversing our positions in one smooth motion. Suddenly, he was on top of me, his strong body pressing me into the mattress. The weight of him on top of me was absolutely fucking delicious.
Our mouths met in a fierce kiss, the taste of him still lingering on my lips. The taste of me still lingering on his. His hands roamed over my body, caressing every curve and dip, making me gasp with pleasure.
He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down my neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin there. I arched into him, my body aching with desire, every nerve ending alive and sparking with anticipation.
"Please, Cam," I whispered, my voice barely more than a breath.
