Redeeming You (Before You #2)(44)
He groaned. “Tay, what are you doing?”
Trying to silence him, she pressed a finger to his lips. “Shh…don’t talk.”
He tugged her finger from his lips. “You’re not mad?” he whispered, his drowsy crystal blue eyes suddenly alert and questioning.
Smiling, she shook her head. She didn’t know how much time she had with Cam, but she needed to stop worrying about it. Right now, things were good and she’d enjoy the ride. If they crashed and burned, she’d survive. She always did. It wouldn’t be the worst thing that had happened to her.
Pushing him on to his back, she slipped down his body, her eyes never leaving his. When she reached his boxers, she shoved them down over his narrow hips, her index finger tracing the music notes of his guitar tattoo.
He leaned up, balancing on his forearms on the bed and a chunk of blonde hair fell in front of his eyes making him even more devastatingly handsome than a few seconds earlier. “You’re f*cking with my head right now. What are you doing?”
“Says the man who crawled in my bed uninvited.” She rolled her eyes even though she didn’t know if he could see her. Then, she pushed him flat on his back again. Circling her hand around his hard shaft, she slowly guided it into her mouth. Normally she didn’t like doing this, especially since her ex demanded it all the time and it felt like another way to manipulate and control her, but with Cam she actually wanted to taste him, to watch his face as she took him in her mouth.
Groaning as her tongue caressed his rigid length, Cam tangled his hands in her hair just enough to gain her attention, but not enough to cause pain. She let his subtle movements and tugs guide her as she licked, swirled and sucked him into her mouth. He was warm, sweet, and salty, and she couldn’t get enough of him. Some of her friends claimed to enjoy doing this for their boyfriends. She didn’t get it until that moment when every moan or gasp that escaped his mouth added fuel to her already burning arousal.
He lifted his head, watching her movements, his face drunk with desire. “Oh god, that’s incredible,” he said, his words low and barely audible and she reveled in the power of giving him pleasure. His hips arched and she knew he was close. She moved faster, sucking hard and drawing him into her mouth until she could feel him at the back of her throat, filling her. With each stroke of her mouth, her desire increased.
“Not like that,” he said, pulling her on top of him so quickly she gasped. “I want to be inside you tonight. Let me get a condom from my wallet.” He reached for his boxers, but she didn’t want him to leave her, not even for a second.
“No, we don’t need a condom. I’m on the pill and I’m clean.”
He cocked his head to the side considering her offer, and she wanted to take back her words. Maybe he didn’t trust her or maybe he thought being with her without a condom made things too personal and implied some sort of commitment that he wasn’t ready to offer.
“You trust me?” he asked, his voice quiet and contemplative.
“Should I?”
“I’m clean and I’m always safe,” he said, leaning forward to brush a kiss across her cheek. “I promise.”
She swallowed hard, then nodded. “It’s up to you.” She’d never had sex without a condom, not even with Miles. She would have never considered it. She liked barriers too much, but with Cam, she wanted to feel him skin to skin, flesh against flesh, and be as close as possible to him for as long as he wanted her.
“Then, no, I’d rather not.”
Slipping off her panties, she crawled on top of him. “Good,” she murmured against his ear. Bracing her hands on his chest, she rubbed against him back and forth, sliding along his hard length over and over again, luxuriating in every inch of him until her body ached for him.
“Tay,” he said. “That feels amazing, but if you don’t let me inside you within the next few seconds, I don’t think I’ll make it to the main attraction.”
“We wouldn’t want that,” she whispered next to his ear. She reached between their bodies and guided him inside her.
“Ahh,” she gasped, closing her eyes, basking in the sensation of being filled by him. She didn’t think this would ever get old. Every time was better than the time before. He clutched her hips directing her, up and down, back and forth and an ache beyond anything she’d ever experienced built inside her, climbing and intensifying with each passing second.
“That’s perfect,” he mumbled, releasing her hips. Then his hands roamed freely along her sides, cupping her breasts and she was lost to everything but him—no more bus, no more small bunk, just Cam and her and the feel of them moving together, their ragged breaths perfectly synchronized.
The bunk was small and cramped, but nothing could have stopped her from taking this moment for herself, for them. Thank god Alec had assigned her the bottom bunk or there would have been no chance of the other guys staying asleep.
He arched his hips up pushing himself deeper into her and that's all it took. Tension climbed through her body so incredibly deep, so primal, she had to bite her lip to stifle her desire to scream. “I’m so close,” she moaned, leaning into his hands that fondled, taunted and stroked her breasts in a pattern that robbed her of sane thought.
“Me too,” he said, pulling her forward so their noses nearly touched and their air mingled. In that second, she would have sworn they became one. Without warning, he buried his hand in her hair, forcing her mouth against his with an all-consuming passion that she welcomed. The kiss was all teeth, tongue and everything in between and she shivered on the brink of an orgasm as a fog of pleasure clouded her mind. In an instant, she cried out as wave after wave of bliss rushed through every nerve ending. His mouth captured the noise, muffling the sound, and with one more powerful arch of his hips, he groaned, tipping over the breaking point right after her.