Hot Commodity (Banks / Kincaid Family #1)(41)

Olivia licked her lips, suddenly very shy. She’d never been the one to give the commands before. The power was overwhelming, but exciting. "Here," she finally said, and covered the mound between her legs with her fingers.

His eyes followed the move. "How?" he asked next.

She frowned. "How?"

He chuckled softly. "How, Olivia?" he repeated, coming up on his knees so he could lean over her and hover above her with a hand buried in the mattress on either side of her face. His mouth hovered inches above hers,

making her suddenly want to kiss him.

"How do you want me to touch you there," he pressed. "With my hands? My dick? My mouth?"

Her eyes sprang open wide as her gaze shot to his lips. She’d heard all kinds of stories about guys going down on a girl but it had never happened to her before. She figured it was only a myth.

He laughed at her stunned expression. "Guess that answers my question," he said, peeling her underwear down her legs and tossing them over his shoulder. Then, with a wicked glint in his eyes, he lowered his face.

"Cam," she said in alarm and grabbed his shoulder.

He paused to wink at her. "Shh. It’s okay. Like I said, I’ll be gentle."

His gaze stayed steady on her face as he descended until his mouth was inches over her pubic hair, his breath fanning her stomach.

"You’re in charge here," he reminded. "Whatever you want, Livy. I’ll do it."

She nodded. "Lick me," she said hoarsely.

He smiled with approval and dipped his head, his eyes still on hers as he flicked out his tongue and lightly batted at the lips of her sex. She jerked and cried out.

"Oh, God. Do it again."

He lowered his eyes then to concentrate and licked her again, only he didn’t stop stroking this time. Pressure built inside her. She strained, wanting to buck against him, but she kept her body rigid. It only made her want more. She needed something, anything, inside her.

"Touch me," she said again, and remembered at the last moment she needed to be specific. "My breasts, Cameron. Touch my breasts. Cover them with your hands."

She didn’t know if he could hear her. He seemed so intent on his job. But his hands came up and covered the aching mounds on her chest. Her nipples protruded and burned for the contact, but he merely massaged the outer rim.

"My nipples," she moaned and arched her back.

He laughed against her clit, and the sound vibrated through her so that at the very second his fingers clamped around both of her nipples, she came. She flooded his tongue with her juices and pulled his hair with her fingers. Her body rippled as she bucked and arched trying to escape and seek the overwhelming release at the same time.

By the time she’d settled down and was only jerking occasionally with little aftershocks from the orgasm, he took his mouth from her.

Glancing down, she met his gaze.

"What now?" he asked. He looked eager to continue.

She smiled and reached for him.

"I want you inside me."

He slid up her body to kiss her and answer the unspoken demand in

her eyes.

Then he pulled back and asked, "How?"

How? Olivia didn’t know how, didn’t care how, she just wanted him inside her. Now. But getting into the spirit of her control, she instructed, "Roll onto your back."

He grinned and complied immediately, staring up at her expectantly. She crawled over him and straddled his hips. Taking his penis in both hands, she paused a moment to marvel at the swollen shaft. It was soft to the touch but hard underneath. Longer than she remembered, it was so mighty in girth she was amazed she could actually wrap her whole hand around its base, and even more amazed it had ever fit inside her. It reminded her of all the historical romance books she’d used to read, how they were always called swords. Well, this one had her imagining a machete, feral and deadly and slightly curved.

"Livy?" he asked, his voice urgent and begging.

He pushed up into her hand, his stomach muscles quivering at the contact.

"Call me Olivia," she said.

His eyes flared as if he wanted to argue. But when she let go of his shaft and let it flop onto his stomach, he swallowed and nodded. "Okay, okay," he gasped. "I’ll try. Olivia."

When she took him back into her hand, he closed his eyes and sighed. "Olivia."

Olivia lifted her hips and came down on him. He pushed up inside her, making her moan.

"Can I touch you?" he asked.

She said, "No," and his eyes flew open in alarm. "I can only touch you."

Her fingers started at his waist and they moved up over his ribs and to his flat nipples. All the while, she continued to move in a slow, purposeful rhythm. Up, down. Up, down. Nice and easy. When she leaned over to kiss his tiny nipples, he groaned out a strained, frustrated sound.

"Olivia," he begged.

She laughed huskily and lifted her face. "I’ll let you kiss me," she allowed and laid her mouth to his.

He suckled hungrily, eating at her lips with teeth and tongue.

"My neck," she instructed. "I like that thing you do to my neck."

When she tilted up her chin and exposed her throat to him, he immediately leaned forward set to his mouth against her pulse. A single stroke of his tongue and nip of his teeth later, she bowed against him and pounded down faster, ready to explode once more.