Justice Falling (Falling #3)(50)
“Oh…really well.” She exhaled her breath as I explored the hem of her jumper, burrowing my hands under it to cup and squeeze her breasts. She moaned and came at me for a kiss. I pulled away, not allowing our lips to touch, wanting to watch her come undone before my eyes, preferring to wait until the last possible moment to take her succulent mouth.
“Do we have time?” I asked, rolling and twisting her nipples. She trembled and bit her lip. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open. She was completely gone to the sensation of my hands on her body.
“Yeah...” She let her head fall back, arching her chest into my hands.
I lifted her jumper and pushed down the cups of her bra, exposing them to the warm air of my kitchen. Her tits were ripe, reddened like little berries plucked off the vine, only it was my fingers that had done the plucking. A carnal desire to take, to ravage and mark my woman almost split me in two. The need building in my loins, growing stronger with every sigh, moan, and tremble she gifted me with.
I palmed her arse, and pushed her to the counter. A quick flick of the wrist and the button of her jeans was undone. Her jeans were pushed down to her ankles and my hands were gripping bare flesh. Paradise. I nibbled and bit at her tightened peaks. Her breath came in harsh pants against my ear as she kicked her pants away.
In what felt like ages but was really only seconds, I yanked her up by her arse, and set her on the counter top, opened her legs wide and pressed against her center. I took her in a searing kiss I felt low in my back, pleasure expanding out through my chest, arms and fingertips. She clung to me, tilting her hips to rub along the ridged line of my erection.
“Christ, Precious. I’m going to taste you now.” I accentuated my words by trailing my tongue up the side of her neck. “You’ll be my appetizer,” I promised, running my hands up her legs, tugging at her knickers, and pulling them down her long limbs. Slowly, I made my way down her body, kissing each perfect tit, sucking the hardened nubs into my mouth, biting enough to mix pleasure with pain. A glance at her face showed me she was lost in passion. Her cheeks were rosy, eyes closed. Her teeth bit down on her plump bottom lip. I swirled my tongue around her naval and was rewarded with an all-over body shiver and the attempt to close her thighs.
“Ah ah, no closing your legs,” I tsked.
Camille shook and opened her eyes. The green was almost completely black with only a sliver of color remaining. She watched me, her eyes heavy-lidded as I forced her legs open wider, exposing her feminine heat. The lips of her sex were moist, pink, and glistened like a juicy peach. I couldn’t wait to take a bite. Her womanly scent filled my nose and made me salivate, honing me in on my woman’s desire like a fox to its prey. Nothing but Camille and her weeping flesh existed in this perfect moment. I’d remember and revisit it in my memories forever.
I blew on her sensitive core and gloried in the quiver that ripped through her body. She placed her hands on the edge of the counter. Her knuckles whitened with the force of her grip. I pulled the lips of her sex apart with the pad of my thumbs, leaned against her thighs and licked her from the bottom of her tiny rosette all the way up to the tight kernel of her clit. Her body shuddered as I sucked her clit hard into my mouth, swirling around the bump, lapping greedily.
When I dipped into her sex and pushed my tongue as far as it would go, her tangy essence coated my mouth, surrounding me with the pure womanly taste of my Camille. No man had ever gone to this place but me. The dizzy feeling of power and possession roared through me. I growled into her sex, held her arse to my face and ravished her. Licking and lapping, sucking and f*cking until I felt her tighten her thighs. My hands deftly held her in place. Her body leaned out, arching into a beautiful rainbow shape, her mound pressing closer, her lush tits pointing to the ceiling. She was unearthly, gluttonous in her passion. Her need drove her to claw at my back and sink her hands into my hair as she ground into my searching mouth. I loved it. Every press of her hands made me mad with lust as she rode my face, driving her orgasm to the highest peak. When Camille hit that final plateau, I sucked her clit into my mouth firmly planting my lips around the center of her pleasure. Then I surrounded the tight knot with my teeth and flicked at the sensitive flesh with the very tip of my tongue until she broke, crying my name.
“Nate! Oh God, Nate!” she practically screamed her release. Her juices trickled down her thighs and I lapped up every last drop, pressing my tongue deep where her nectar was strongest. Her body tightened again as another orgasm took my sweet Camille into orbit. This one shocked her so much she flung her body back and slammed her head against the cupboard.
I pulled away from her delicious cunt and brought a hand behind her head. “Shite, Precious. Be careful,” I scolded, putting my forehead against hers.
She was dazed and unaffected by how hard she hit her head but she’d likely feel it tomorrow. I licked my lips, still tasting her sweet honey on my tongue. My dick hardened even further at her taste. More. I needed so much more.
“Be careful? How can I?” She took a jagged breath. “How can I when you’re doing that?” Then something changed and she pulled her head away from mine, realizing where she was. “Oh my God. We can’t do this here. Out in the open. Tanner could walk in.” She placed a trembling hand over her lips, her eyes wild.
In moments faced with an extreme case of blue balls, you’re capable of giant leaps in logic and improvisation. I hauled her body against mine. Her legs locked behind my lower back as I walked her right into my pantry. I couldn’t take her to bed. We’d have to walk past Tanner’s room. Tanner’s room? Fuck, I was so gone for this woman and her kid.