Page 34 of Wild and Bright

My giggle fades when he releases my hips and abruptly pulls out of me. I gasp when he pins my arms down on the bed with his knees. After ripping off the condom and tossing it on the floor, he grabs his cock and strokes it up and down. “You want my come? Here you go.”

“Oh my God.” My words are breathless.

It takes only a few strokes before warm liquid spurts all over my tits. My eyes snap to his face, and I see that he’s staring down at my chest. After the last few drops shoot out, he rubs an index finger along the slippery mess, the look in his eyes almost reverent. “I’ve always wanted to do that.”

I swallow. “You’ve never come on someone’s tits before?”

“Oh, I have.” When he lifts his gaze to meet mine, a faint smile twinges his lips. “Just not yours.”

A tingle runs down my spine. My God. He needs to stop talking this way or I’m going to be in serious trouble.

“Alright,” he says, reaching his hand back and patting me on the hip. “Let’s get you cleaned up so I can start working on orgasm number two.”

As he gets up and walks to the bathroom, I smile to myself, the memory of his earlier determination flooding back.

“Cam,” I call out, “it’s going to take me at least another twenty minutes before I come again. I’m literally numb after an orgasm. You really should give up your goal. You’re going to wear yourself out.”

“No.” His tone is firm as he emerges from the bathroom with a towel in his hand. “You will have ten orgasms by the end of the night. That’s a promise.”

I take the towel from his hands and rub the wet spot along my chest. When he reaches into the bedside table and pulls out a small pink device, I roll my eyes. “Seriously, give it up. I don’t like vibrators. My clit’s too sensitive.”

He smiles to himself as he looks down at the bullet. “You told me that years ago, and like any other remotely sexual thing you’ve ever said to me—” when his eyes meet mine, they crinkle at the corners, “—I never forgot it. You’ll like this vibrator. It’s designed for sensitive clits.” His smile fades, those dark eyes growing hard. “Alright, get on your hands and knees.”

My stomach flips over. “Yes, Sir.”

After I get into position, my stomach jolts in anticipation, and I realize my post-orgasm numbness might have faded early. When I glance back at him, he’s still standing a few feet away. “What are you waiting for?”

“Just enjoying the view. I’m fully hard again already. I don’t know how you always do this to me.”

As expected, his praise makes my whole body heat.

I could get used to this.

I inhale sharply when grabs me by the hips and starts pushing his cock into my pussy. His voice grows strained as he speaks. “Okay, we’re going to try this. The lady at the sex shop said it’s a vibrator for people who don’t like vibrators.”

I roll my eyes as he brings his arm around my hips and sets the little pink bullet against my clit. “They always say that. I’ve tried plenty, and I’ve never—Jesus Christ!”

The low rumble makes my whole body grow taut with electricity. I fall forward, my face smashing into the mattress. I’m so lost in the sensation I barely feel the pressure of Cam’s arms as he lifts me up and pulls my back against his chest.

“Do you think maybe they were right this time?” he whispers in my ear.

I’m too lost in my sexual haze to call him out on his smugness. “Yes,” I nearly whimper. “Yes.” My words sound like a plea.

Cam chuckles, and I can feel the vibration of it radiate through my body. When he starts to move in me, I whimper again, and moisture gathers behind my eyes.

“God, Lauren.” His voice is hoarse. “You feel incredible.”

His thrusting sends waves of electric heat from my core to the tips of my fingers and toes, and before I know it, I’m screaming and sobbing and begging for something I can’t name.

Then the whole world grows quiet.

The next thing I know, I’m lying on my back, my body limp and languid. I finally open my eyes at the brush of his fingers against the damp hair on my forehead. Cam is staring intently at my face. He takes one finger and brushes it down my cheek. “You were crying.”

“Yeah.” It’s all I can muster.

A small smile tugs at his lips. “You don’t seem like someone who cries when you come. You didn’t when I went down on you earlier, or…”

That night.

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