Page 119 of The Bachelor

Shudder.

“Fuck!” I screamed. “Camden, yes!Yesss!”

He began to move so fast—his hand, his tongue—licking me through the crest and past each swell until I turned still.

“That was so fucking sexy,” he growled, kissing up and down my pussy.

He was soft.

Tender.

Just when I thought he was going to take off the blindfold and release my wrists, there was a new feeling on my body.

It took a moment before I could figure out what it was.

I was far too sensitive to differentiate what, where, and how—my senses getting mixed and jumbled—but after a few seconds, I realized it was the eyelash kisses.

Which, after a few sweeps, I was certain it was a feather.

It went over my nipples, rotating around them, over and under my breasts, moving from one side of my chest to the other until he was brushing it between my legs.

The touch of the feather felt like a whisper.

Light.

Fragile.

All I could do was moan.

“And you thought I was done.” His statement vibrated across me because his lips were on my clit. “Except I’m not. I need to watch you come again.”

He was in my head.

I didn’t know how.

But he knew.

“What are you doing to me?” I said so softly.

His finger was still inside me, having calmed after I came, but it was now moving again, covered in my wetness, sliding with ease.

“I’m giving you everything I’ve been dreaming about.” He licked me. Hard. “Now, give me what I want.”

I no longer felt the feather.

All I felt was Camden.

His hand between my legs, his tongue on my clit, his attention solely focused on dragging an orgasm out of my body.

It wouldn’t take long.

It couldn’t.

Not with the way he was caressing me.

Driving me.

Pushing me forward.

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