Page 45 of Slots & Sticks
But tonight, I’m not going to freeze.
My hand is shaking when I reach out—slow, like if I move too fast, she’ll disappear—and skim my fingers along the swell of one breast. Silence stretches between us. Her chest rises. And I swear I see her bloom beneath my touch—her body saying yes before her voice can catch up.
“I’ve dreamed of this,” I whisper. “Of you. Just like this.”
Her lips part. She doesn’t speak. Doesn’t have to. That look in her eyes—uncertain, glittering with heat, with belief—is the most intimate thing I’ve ever seen.
Lowering myself between her thighs, I let my lips find the swell of her breast. A tiny mewl falls from her lips the moment my tongue traces around her nipple. I feel her legs shift, thighs clenching against my ribs. She’s already there with me, teetering on the edge.
My hand skims her stomach, fingers brushing that sensitive skin above her waistband. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”
“I’ll be mad if you do.” She smiles, breathless.
It takes a few tries to get the button open—mostly because I can’t stop flicking my tongue across her nipple and marveling at how she gasps, back arching, hips lifting.
Then I touch her.
And everything changes.
Her whole body jolts. “Oh!” The sound escapes her before she can catch it. But she tries—claps a hand over her mouth, eyes wide.
“You can make noise, you know,” I say, nuzzling her neck.
“Not here,” she hisses. “The walls are thin and I— I’m— With my vibrator, I, um, I… moan.”
Fuck me.
“I want to hear that. Every time. Every moan, every gasp—mine now. You come, you cry, you scream—you do it for me.” I press a kiss under her ear, then dip my fingers lower. She’s soaked. Slippery and hot and aching for me.
I slide a finger inside her, then another. She gasps again, hands fisting the sheets. I keep my thumb on her clit, circling, teasing, watching her unravel inch by inch.
“You feel…” My throat tightens. “God, Dot. You feel like fucking heaven.”
Her slick heat clamps down around me, tight and perfect, like her body was made to take me and only me. My whole spine bows with the effort not to lose it in the first second.
She moans, and her hips rock up to meet me, her thighs trembling. The scent of her arousal hits me like a drug—rich, sweet, hers. I press my face to her neck and breathe her in like oxygen.
“You’re so fucking wet for me,” I growl against her throat. “You want this—me—don’t you?”
“Yes,” she gasps, voice shaking, desperate. “Camden… Ineedyou.”
And that’s it. That’s the moment I give myself over. “Yes.”
“Camden,” she whispers, like she’s confessing something holy. “I can’t believe this is happening.”
I lean down and take her nipple in my mouth again, suck gently, and when she whimpers, I pick up the pace with my fingers—curl them just right, how I know she needs it.
Her thighs fly open, then snap tight around my wrist, her hips lifting off the bed like she’s trying to climb me, ride the pressure deeper. She’s panting, fingers clawing through my hair, and then—
“Camden, oh my God—don’t stop, don’t you dare—” Her voice breaks on a sob as her whole body bucks up into my hand.
She’s coming apart right beneath me, frantic and helpless and so fucking beautiful, her mouth open in a wordless cry, trembling around my fingers like she doesn’t know how to hold it in anymore.
Her legs draw up, every muscle tensing. And then she shatters. And I’ve never seen anything like it. I’m addicted. Her hips jerk, spine bowing like a live wire’s been lit beneath her. Dot’s thighs trap my hand, and she sobs my name like it’s a prayer she’s never dared say aloud.
“Camden,” she cries, voice breaking as she arches off the bed, writhing. Her climax hits fast and hard, her body pulsing around my fingers. She’s wild, gorgeous, mine.
I don’t stop until she’s shaking.
