Savor You (Fusion #5)(24)

“If you touch me, I’ll have to fuck you now and it’ll be over.” I swallow hard when determination darkens her blue eyes. “I’m serious, Mia, we have an hour.”

“Probably closer to forty-five minutes now,” she says breathlessly.

“I’m not going to rush this.” I kiss her lips gently, and guide her down to the couch. “I want to explore you a bit.”

She bites her lip.

She’s such a fucking biter, it’s going to be the death of me.

“You’re so beautiful,” I mutter and let my fingertips explore her chest, her arms, over the slight swell of her belly and her thighs. “Lie down.”

She complies, and I silently thank her for buying this big sofa, big enough for her to lie down and for me to lie on my stomach, her legs over my shoulders.

I’m not there yet, but I will be very soon.

“I haven’t had a shower since this morning,” she informs me, already guessing what I have planned.

“I give zero fucks about that.” I drag my knuckles over her nipples, making them pucker again; and kiss her belly, right below her navel. She sighs in pleasure when I tickle that spot with my nose. My hands are travelling all over her now, slowly, softly. Her eyelids are heavy as she watches me. “Close your eyes, Mia. And hold on to the cushion over your head.”

Her eyes flash in excitement before she complies. Her skin is white and soft. Tender. Responsive.

I kiss just above her pubis. She’s not waxed, but she’s trimmed, and I can’t help but wonder if she did that for me.

Her legs scissor as my fingertips gently brush over her armpits, and down her sides, setting goosebumps on fire over her body.

“If you want me to stop, you just say the word. Do you understand?”

“For the love of God, please don’t stop.”

I grin and lick the inside of her right thigh, then the left one. Once I’m settled with her legs over my shoulders, I press my thumb against her clit and suck the lips of her pussy into my mouth, making pulsing motions. Her entire body tenses and then releases as she writhes in pleasure.

“You’re so sweet.” I lick one lip, then the other, before moving up to pull her clit into my mouth.

“Jesus, Camden.” Her hips buck. I push my hands under her ass and hold her up, giving me better access to her entire core.

“Yes?”

“I can’t.” Her head thrashes back and forth as I lick, and suck, and nibble every spot of skin. When I press my tongue to her clit and rub up and down quickly, she comes apart spectacularly, crying out, her body flushing and shivering.

I need to be inside of her. Right now.





Chapter Seven





Mia


He’s trying to fucking kill me. Dead. Deader than dead. My body is humming from the intense orgasm he just gave me, and the next thing I know he turns me, as if I weigh nothing, on the couch so my ass is at the edge of the cushion. He reaches for his jeans, protecting us both, and returns his attention to me.

His body is ridiculous. Bronze, as if God made him look permanently tanned. His muscles are toned, his stomach flat. A light, fine spattering of hair covers his chest and thins as it flows south to his cock.

And the cock is something to write home about.

Not that I will.

“In me,” I instruct him, looking down.

“Look at me.”

My eyes fly to his in a heartbeat. They’re deep blue, full of lust, and are pinned to mine as he takes his cock in his fist and drags the tip through my wet folds, over my clit, and makes me fling my head back.

“My God.”

“Look at me,” he says again. I comply, and he slowly slides inside me. When he’s fully buried to the hilt, he bends over and kisses me sweetly. He links he fingers with mine, and kisses the back of my hand. “You’re so fucking sweet.”

I bite my lip and flex around him, silently begging him to fucking move.

“Mia.”

“Love it when you say my name.”

He grins and pulls out halfway, then moves back in. “Do you?”

“Yeah.”

“What else do you like?”

“The list is long.”

His lips wrap around a nipple, making me arch my back and shove my fingers into the hair at the back of his head. “That. I like that.”

With a growl, he pulls me off the couch and onto the white, shag rug I bought two weeks ago. It’s soft against my back. He’s kneeling and my back is still arched, my hips up to meet his. He’s got a death grip on my hips, pushing and pulling as he slowly begins to work his way in and out of me.

I can’t even stand how good it feels. Has it ever felt like this? I don’t think so. I don’t even know if it’s legal in the state of Oregon to feel like this.

It shouldn’t be.

His palm slides from my stomach to my throat in one long, fluid motion and then back down again. He plants the pad of his thumb against my clit, and just like that I start to see stars.

“Camden.”

“Yes, baby.” He’s pulsing inside me, tiny movements that hit that damn spot over and over again, and I’m about to come harder than ever. “That’s it.”

I cover my face with my hands and cry out as the orgasm moves through me, making every nerve ending in my body tingle spectacularly.