Be With Me(51)



Her hands left his c**k and skimmed over his taut abdomen to his chest. She pushed at him, walking him backward until he col ided with the couch and went down with a thump. She went with him, straddling his lap again.

She pressed in close, her lips a hairbreadth from his. Her tongue darted out, running along the seam of his mouth and lingering at the corner. His lips parted, and a ragged groan escaped, swal owed up by her intake of air.

The light stubble on his jaw bristled against her mouth as she slid her lips along his skin toward his ear. She found the pulse at his neck, licked over it once then nibbled lightly at it. He flinched, sucked in a breath then trembled as she worked down the cord of his neck to the curve of his shoulder.

He tasted like comfort. Safety. Smel ed masculine and strong.

She put her hands on his shoulders and slipped her legs from the sofa to crouch over him. She kissed her way over his chest, savoring the taste, the feel. The light hairs in the center of his chest tickled her nose. She swept her tongue out to circle one flat nipple, teasing the nub.

She worked down, lowering herself to her knees as her mouth pressed to his navel. The tip of his c**k brushed the underside of her chin, and she angled her head so that she rubbed her cheek down the length as she settled onto her heels.

She stared up at him as she placed her arms over his knees to lever herself. His hair hung to his shoulders, the strands wild and unkempt. Later she would wind her fingers through it while they made love. Her fingers itched to feel the silky waves.

Her gaze dropped to his cock. It jutted upward and leaned heavily against his bel y. She slid her hand over the top of his thigh to his pelvis before she curled her fingers around the base.

His penis jerked as her hand closed around it.

Warm and thick in her hand, yet soft as she stroked upward to the tip.

“Reggie, you don’t have to do this,” he rasped.

“Let me make love to you. Like you asked. Please.” She rose again on her knees and placed her other hand in the coarse hair surrounding his cock.

Ignoring his plea, she dipped her head until her mouth hovered precariously close to the blunt head.

Then she licked him in one long stroke.

He arched off the couch, and he put his hands down to brace himself.

His warm, musky scent surrounded her as she closed her lips around his c**k and eased him deeper. Her hand moved down as her mouth did, engulfing him.

Soft on her tongue, yet so hard, so strong. The plump vein on the underside cal ed her to play, and she pressed her bottom lip to it, enjoying the subtle give as she moved upward again.

She reached lower, moving her fingers over his bal s, cupping them in her hand as she sucked him deeper stil . She closed her eyes and savored the closeness, the intimacy of her actions.

Silky fluid, just a drop, spil ed onto her tongue, and she lapped at the smal slit as she drew him nearly out of her mouth.

She looked up as she let the head rest on her tongue, and she saw his head tilted back, eyes closed, his expression one of almost pain. Yet there was a peace about him as wel . As though he’d waited a lifetime for this moment. The one where she final y accepted him.

She too closed her eyes and lowered her mouth, taking him al the way, until his crisp hairs tickled her nose. She inhaled, drawing his scent deeper. It surrounded her, danced in the air, fil ed her.

His hands moved up her arms, gripped her shoulders then tangled in her hair. His fingers dug into her scalp, and he raised his hips, sliding deeper into her mouth, thrusting to meet her motions.

“God, Reggie,” he gasped.

She knew he was close, and she certainly wasn’t wil ing to finish things so soon. Not when she ached to take him inside her.

Her pu**y tingled. Tiny little heated pulses thrummed through her groin. Her clit swel ed and ached with the desire for his touch. His mouth. Oh God, his mouth.

No, not now. Now she wanted to take him. As he’d taken her a year ago.

She released his c**k then stared up at him and licked her lips. His eyes glittered, edgy, so close to the breaking point. In that moment, he looked dangerous. Not at al like safe, comfortable Cam.

She stepped over his legs as she moved to straddle him. She bent her knees and slid them onto the couch. One hand curled over his shoulder to steady herself while the other reached down and grasped his cock.

She inched forward and up as she positioned him between her legs. He brushed over her clit, and she nearly came. Sharp darts shot from her pu**y, radiating to every nerve ending in her body.

She moved him until he came to rest at her entrance. She was wet and ready, and rather than delay the moment, she lowered herself, sheathing him in a rush of hot, liquid fire.

They both gasped.

Cam gripped her hips with both hands, and she leaned forward to grasp his shoulders. She rose once, al owing him to slide almost free, and then she fel back down.

Her eyes flew open, and she cried out in shock.

Cam jerked beneath her, and he lifted her up, relieving some of the tension.

“Jesus, Reggie, stop. Don’t hurt yourself. God, I don’t want to hurt you.”

She leaned down to kiss him, taking his mouth in a savage, possessive manner. “You didn’t hurt me, Cam,” she said against his lips. “I want al of you. It’s just been a long time.”

“Take it slow, Reggie darling. We’ve got al the time in the world,” he murmured.

He slid his fingers underneath her ass and lifted, then al owed her to slide back down. Each thrust was an agonizing brush over highly sensitized flesh. Tiny little sparks ignited as her pu**y sucked and clutched at his cock.

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