Page 52 of All Mine

She turned, and her soft lips found mine like a butterfly landing on a flower. And I responded, greedily taking her in. I needed her and wanted to forget all the reasons she was a bad idea because I didn’t give a damn about any of them. Her floral perfume wafted over me, and her smooth skin beneath my fingertips entranced me. A low moan rumbled from her chest, vanquishing any willpower I had left to hold back.

I stopped kissing her to pull her shirt off and set my lips on a path across her chest. Gripping her hips, I tugged her toward me, toppling her backward onto the couch. Her body went rigid and tense instead of loose and laughing like the night before.

“Did I hurt you?” I asked, pulling back.

“No,” she said, reaching up for me.

“Did I scare you?”

“Don’t be silly, Cam, just kiss me.”

I reached over and pulled her to a sitting position, I couldn’t bring myself to pin her down after a visceral reaction like that. Time for a change of tactic.

“Come here,” I growl, hauling her onto my lap, putting her on top of me to let her set the pace.

She giggled, reaching behind her, unclasping her bra, and sliding it down her arms.

“Kiss me,” she said.

“Where?” I asked, taking in the topless woman straddling me. Her smooth skin inviting.

A big smile spread across her face. “Dealer’s choice.”

Where should I put my mouth first? I threaded my fingers into her hair and pull her toward me, planting a hungry kiss on her lips. My body craved more, but I held back to gauge her response. After a few beats, her hips moved against me, and my dick barely restrained in the pajama pants at attention and ready for orders. Lauren nipped my lower lip between her teeth. She straightened, throwing her head back, and then her glorious tits in my face. I move between them, taking my time caressing and kissing each one.

“Oh god,” she moaned.

I shift, not wanting her to bring herself, or me, to the end of this dry humping each other.

“Shall we move this across the room?” I asked.

“Yes,” she panted, pushing off of me.

I snatch her up again in a fireman’s carry.

“You have got to stop carrying me around,” she laughed.

“I disagree. I’m a caveman dragging my woman back to my cave,” I grunt, depositing her gently on the king bed.

Lauren laughed, grabbing for the hem of my shirt as I crawled up her body. “Take off the shirt, Caveman.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I pushed to my knees and pulled the shirt over my head with one hand. She reached for the drawstring of my pajama pants. “You’re naughty.”

“Yep… Cavewoman is very naughty.”

I snatch her hand and lower some of my weight on top of her. “You remember last night, right?”

“Oh yeah,” she breathed, rocking into me.

“I don’t rush.”

“Not everything has to be a production. Sometimes efficiency works just as well.”

“Yeah, but driving you wild gets me off.”

She rocked her hips into me again, arched her back, crying out.

“You just came.”

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