Carnage: Book #1 The Story Of Us (Volume 1)(89)

“I’m gonna come now Kitten, you feel too good, you’re gripping my cock too tight, and I can’t last any longer. Are you ready, can you come again for me?” I nod my head and wrap my legs around him tighter, he slides his hands under my arse cheeks and tilts my hips up to meet him, all without breaking eye contact.

“Yes?” he asks, I nod. I’m not sure if I’m exploding or dissolving, I nod again, even though he hasn’t asked me a question. “You feel it Kitten, can you f*ckin’ feel it?”

I can feel him jerk and throb inside me as my own orgasm rolls from the tips of my toes to the tips of my hair and then repeats itself over and over again and I cling to him and sob. I can’t help it, four years of frustration, hurt, self-doubt mixed with every other emotion I have held at bay for so long. I don’t know, I’m not sure of anything right now but I can’t stop the tears and Cam is just perfect, he just holds, kisses and strokes me, he tells me how perfect our lovemaking was, how beautiful I am and eventually, I fall asleep in his arms.



CHAPTER 15

I don’t know what makes me wake up, perhaps just the sense that someone was there; I’d been dreaming of Sean, we were driving through the countryside on a motor bike, it seemed so real, I could feel the wind in my hair, I could feel my arms wrapped around him but the most vivid part was his smell. He had started wearing Paco Rabanne the last few months we were together and I could smell it as I rested my head on his back as we rode, every now and then he would squeeze my hands where they sat low on his waist as I held on and when he did that, I would squeeze him tighter and breath him in deeper but something had woken me, something had dragged me from the absolute, perfect contentment I was feeling in my dream and I wasn’t impressed.

I laid curled on my side and remained still for a moment, I could hear someone breathing lightly and I could feel an arm wrapped around me, there was a large hand splayed over my belly and a chest pressed into my back; the scent of Sean that I had woken up thinking was so real was replaced by something else, Cam, Cameron King was in my bed. We had had the most amazing sex last night, just the thought of it made me want to grind my bum into him but I didn’t, I remained still, contemplating how I felt, I felt pretty good actually, I hadn’t used him in any way, other than to achieve a couple of excellent orgasms. I had no desire to make him fall in love with me and then dump him, he was nice, I enjoyed his company, and he was the first man since Sean whose company I enjoyed, purely for the pleasure of his company. The fact that he looked like a Greek God and could f*ck for England were a tip top bonus, he didn’t seem to be looking for anything too serious and I most certainly wasn’t, which meant, we seem to be pretty well suited. And then my belly does a little back flip; he shot someone, I stood in a pub car park yesterday and watched as he shot someone. I roll onto my back and am met with a very handsome face and a pair of golden brown eyes looking down at me; he smiles, ever so slightly and it stirs something deep in my belly, never again will I wait four years to have an orgasm with a man, I feel like I could quite happily lock myself away for a month with this man, let him f*ck me senseless and still be left wanting more. Whore!

“What time is it?” I ask, my voice sounding raspy from sleep.

“Dentist o’clock.” he replies. I lean my head back into my pillow and look at him for a few seconds.

“What are you talking about, what’s dentist o’clock?”

“Two-thirty.”

“What?’

“Tooth hurty… Geddit?” I groan loudly and it has absolutely nothing to do with sex.