Page 45 of Craving

She arched a brow, curling a hand behind her head. Her body was on full display, and she liked it. She had soft bits and jiggly bits and big bits, and Marlon caressed every one of them with his hands and his eyes. He leaned over her and kissed her mouth, his chest pressing against hers, his hand trailing sparks down her side as he stroked her.

He let out a long, shaky exhalation, then kissed her again. “I know you’re a good girl, Camilla,” Marlon said against her lips. “A rule follower. You told me so yourself. So I won’t make you break any today.”

She narrowed her eyes. “You undressed me, teased me, and now you’re going to leave me here like this?”

“Maybe I like knowing you’re needy for me.” His grin was predatory and a little bit evil.

That turned Camilla on almost as much as the way he’d played with her breasts. Whatever was going on right now felt dangerous and dirty and fun. She liked being tortured like this, because she could tell how badly Marlon wanted her in return. He was her safe harbor, and he made her want to take risks.

Marlon must have seen something in her face because he let out a slow breath as his gaze darkened. He shucked off his pants, standing beside the sofa in a pair of black boxer-briefs. His hand squeezed his cock through the fabric, and Camilla felt an answering spasm between her legs.

But his eyes held hers, and Camilla knew in that moment that they wouldn’t have sex today. They’d tease each other. Torture each other. Stoke each other’s lust until they were mindless with it.

The thought made heat spear through her, and she didn’t have the capacity to question it.

They’d opened the door to this game two weeks ago when they’d made their new house rule. They’d tested each other’s interest in the kitchen when Camilla had had an orgasm with her clothes on. And now, they would take it one step further.

The craving was the point.

When Marlon hooked his thumbs into his underwear and shoved them down to the floor, Camilla’s breath caught. She watched him grip himself in a tight fist and let her own hand slide beneath her underwear.

“Are you wet?”

Camilla nodded.

“Show me.”

Her heart gave a leap. She pulled her panties to the side so he could see her, relished the way his eyelids grew heavy, gratified when he stroked himself faster at the sight. Her own hand dipped between her legs to satisfy the ache building there.

She wanted him inside her so badly she was sick with it. She wondered, distantly, if sex had ever been like this before. Had she ever felt a connection to a man without even having to touch him? Had she ever been intimate with someone when the desire itself was the goal, instead of the orgasm?

The answer was obvious: No. Never. She’d never felt this heady buzz before in her life.

Marlon reached down and—without even his fingertip touching her skin—grabbed her underwear and tugged it down her legs. Instead of tossing the fabric away like she expected him to do, Marlon wrapped her pleasure-damp panties around his cock and started stroking himself with them.

When Camilla’s lips parted on a sigh, Marlon’s mouth curled into a smile. “You like being a little dirty, don’t you Camilla?”

“Apparently.” She tried to sound sardonic, but it came out breathless.

“Look at you,” he said almost to himself. “So pretty. But my little rule follower needs to come.” He moved to kneel between her legs on the couch and watched her pleasure herself like he’d never seen anything so mesmerizing in his life. All the while, he jerked off with her panties in his fist. “You need an orgasm to make you feel better.”

Camilla nodded. She did need it. Badly. Every day since she’d entered the front door for the first time, she’d been desperate for release.

“Make yourself come, sweetheart.” Marlon’s voice was quiet, but his muscles were stark as he worked his cock. “Make yourself feel good for me.”

“I want you.” The words slipped out before Camilla could stop them, but they were true. She wanted him more than she’d ever wanted anyone.

“I know you do,” he whispered, his hand sliding over her thigh. His palm against her skin was a brand. “You want my dick deep inside you, but you’re not going to get it today.”

Why did that make her orgasm? Camilla would wonder about it later. In that moment, all she could do was ride the ecstasy that took her body, crying out Marlon’s name as she arched off the sofa, clenching on emptiness. She heard him let out a rough grunt, felt his hand tighten on her thigh.

He swore as he joined her at the peak, fumbling to use her underwear to catch his orgasm. A line of it landed across Camilla’s stomach, and a fresh wave of lust sent a gentler rush spiraling through her core. She gasped through it, mind hazy, no longer capable of wondering why these things were turning her on.

It was because of him. Because of Marlon.

Marlon wiped her off with her own defiled underwear, then tossed the rag aside before draping his body on top of hers. He kissed her, framing her face with his hands, and Camilla decided not to point out that he was trembling.

After all, she was shaking too.

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