Page 91 of Cold Feet
"Do you now?" I laughed with flirty anticipation.
He kissed me deeply, hungrily, his hands roaming my body with newfound urgency. I reached for his belt, my fingers fumbling slightly with the buckle. He covered my hand with his own, helping me, his touch warm and strong. As he stepped out of his suit pants, kicking them aside, my breath hitched. His black boxer briefs did little to hide his arousal, which was fine by me. My gaze slid over his body, taking in every chiseled line, every hard muscle. The sight of him, all powerful, masculine perfection, sent a rush of heat through me that rushed straight to my panties, already hot and damp with desire.
Slowly, I let my hands glide up his chest, feeling the ridges of his abs, the firmness of his pecs. His skin was warm under my touch, his heart pounding beneath my palm. I leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin, the heady, pure testosterone scent of him.
His hands found my waist, pulling me closer, his fingers splaying across my lower back. The touch sent a shiver of pleasure through me, my body responding to his like a lens focused on the sun. His lips met mine, our kiss deepening into a dance of urgent need and pent-up desire.
My hands traveled lower, tracing the waistband of his boxer briefs, feeling the curve of his hips. His cock strained against the fabric, thick and hard, a promise of what was to come. A low moan escaped my lips as I imagined him inside me, filling me, claiming me.
I hooked my fingers into the waistband, feeling the heat of his skin against mine. His hands tightened on my waist, his breath ragged against my lips. "You have no idea what you're doing to me, Lana," he whispered.
I looked down at his cock and rolled my eyes dramatically. “Well, I do havesomeidea…”
He laughed, and with a final tug, I pulled his boxer briefs down, revealing him fully. His cock was magnificent – long, thick, and perfectly proportioned. The sight sent a wave of intense desire through me, my muscles clenching in anticipation. I reached out, wrapping my hand around him, feeling the silkiness of his skin, his rock-hard erection, the heat of his arousal.
His breath caught, his hips rocking forward slightly as he pressed into my touch. His eyes found mine again, and there was a raw vulnerability in them that I'd never seen before. It undid something deep inside me, a final barrier crumbling away.
He reached behind me and tenderly unclasped my bra, letting it slip off my shoulders and fall to the floor.
I gasped as the cool night air hit my skin, my body reacting to the sudden exposure. His eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of me, his gaze lingering on the swell of my breasts, the curve of my waist.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice rough with intensity.
I watched the hunger in his gaze as his eyes roamed over my breasts. Cam leaned down and took one nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it until it hardened into a tight peak. I gasped, arching into him, as he moved to the other nipple, giving it the same teasing attention.
I was wet, so wet, and I could feel the moisture pooling between my legs. I wanted him to touch me there, to feel how much I wanted him. As if reading my mind, he trailed his hand down my stomach, his fingers dipping beneath the waistband of my panties.
He groaned when he felt how wet I was, his fingers sliding through my folds, spreading the moisture. "You're so hot, Lana. Is this all for me?" He found my clit and circled it gently, making me gasp and writhe against him. I was so close, so close to the edge.
I moaned my response and he stepped back to take me in, his eyes roaming over every inch of me.
We stood there for a moment, him naked, me nearly naked, the air between us charged with anticipation. Then Cam closed the distance, his hands sliding into my hair, down my back, as he kissed me deeply. The feeling of his skin against mine was electrifying – all heat and strength and barely contained desire.
He walked me backward until my legs hit the edge of the bed, then gently lowered me onto the mattress, following me down. His body covered mine, his weight deliciously heavy, his hardness pressing against my sex. Our breaths mingled, our hearts synced in a rhythm that felt like the pulse of the universe itself. His lips trailed from my mouth to my jaw, then down the column of my throat, each kiss more intoxicating than the last.
"I want you so much," he murmured against my collarbone. "I've dreamed about this... about you... for so long."
His words, the reverence in his touch, made my heart ache. This wasn't just physical attraction. This was something deeper, something that had been building between us for years. Cam's hands and mouth explored my body with exquisite attention, foraging a trail of kisses down my throat, each whisper of contact sending tingles like tiny fireworks inside my body. I arched into him, my body desperate for more, every nerve ending alive and sparking with need. His strong hands roamed my back, pressing me even closer, as if he could fuse us together through sheer force of will.
"Mmmm, Lana" he murmured against my skin, his voice ragged with desire. The sound of my name on his lips was a secret incantation, unlocking depths of longing I hadn't known existed. I couldn't help but let out a soft moan, the primal sound torn from the depths of me.
His mouth found mine again, greedy and insistent. My fingers threaded through his hair, pulling him closer, deeper into the kiss. It was too much and not enough, a clash of sensations that left me reeling. I could taste the salt of his skin, the lingering hint of the champagne we’d shared earlier. It was a heady mix that made me feel drunk on sensation.
His thumb traced the line of my jaw, sending electricity skittering across my skin. I gasped as his teeth grazed my earlobe, a sharp contrast to the gentle sweep of his fingers. My whole body was a symphony of contradictions, each touch pushing me closer to the edge, each moment driving me to crave more.
I reached for his cock, but he gently pushed my hand away. "Lie back," he instructed, "and let me worship you like the goddess you are."
Naked Cam was bossy. And I was absolutely here for it.
I complied, my heart racing as I stretched out beneath him. Cam leaned over me, his eyes locked onto mine as he began to trail kisses down my neck, each touch sending shivers of anticipation through my body. His hands, strong and purposeful, roamed over my skin, making me arch into his touch. When he reached my breasts, he paused, taking a moment to admire them before dipping his head to capture one nipple between his lips.
His tongue was hot and insistent as he teased and swirled around my peaked nipple. The sensation shot directly to my core, making me gasp and writhe beneath him. He moved to the other breast, giving it equal attention, drawing out moan after moan from deep within me as my desire grew more intense.
"It’s always been you, Lana," he murmured against my skin, his breath hot and sensuous. "You like that?” he asked as his hands continued their exploration, sliding over my stomach and down to my hips. Lava pooled between my legs, the slick wetness growing as he expertly built the tension within me.
"Yes," I moaned.
He moved down, trailing kisses over every inch of my skin as if it were sacred ground. When he finally reached the apex of my thighs, he paused, looking up at me with a wicked grin. "I want to taste you, I want my mouth all over your beautiful pussy. I want to feel you come on my tongue," he said, his voice low and husky. "Is that what you want too?"
