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Laughter bubbles through my chest and then fills the room. I feel like I’m floating on air. He may not have said the words, but his trust that I won’t fuck him over has me feeling like I’m riding a tilt a whirl at a carnival. Bring on the cotton candy and snow cones.
“Follow me.” I wink. “If you can keep up.” I run full speed down the hallway, but before I can make it to the bedroom, he grabs me and swings me into his arms as we cross the threshold.
Without asking, he fulfills my wish from the day at the fire station. I so desperately want to keep this man. How am I going to prove to him we’re meant to be together?
Once he reaches the bed, he scans the room. “I expected unicorns and teddy bears.”
I punch him in the upper arm. “Seriously?” I roll my eyes. “I’m not a ten-year-old.”
“Oh, baby, I hope the hell not.” He cringes. “The things I’m going to do to you would land me in prison if you were.” He tosses me in the middle of the bed and kicks off his shoes as I laugh uncontrollably.
When his shirt lands on the floor, the laughter stops.Holy hell. His abs have abs.“Well.” I sober. “All that hose lifting has done your body good.”
He waggles his eyebrows and pops his pecs. “Thank you.”
“You’re ridiculous.” I crawl on my hands and knees to the side of the mattress. “Speaking of hoses. Let’s see what you’re packing.” I grab the edge of his jeans and pop the button open.
My fingers shake as each zipper tooth slides open.Now you get nervous. Hold it together.
My mouth waters as his cock jumps into view.No underwear. Whoa.I lean back and fan myself. Should I tell him I’ve never done this? I bite my bottom lip and make a calculated decision.
I’m not about to do anything that turns him off until it’s too late. I don’t want him to back off because of some moral high ground that states I must save my virginity for some magical man who doesn’t exist. I want Kameron to be my first. And if I’m brutally honest–my only. Forever.
I gulp and lean forward.You can do this. You’ve read books. Hell, you’ve watched porn.I slide my tongue along the head of his dick, and it bobs toward me. My eyes widen.Just stick it in your mouth. It can’t be that hard. Hard.I chuckle and engulf his cock into my mouth.
As I work my tongue tentatively over his hot flesh, I inhale his musky scent. It feels like all the blood in my body rushes out of my head, leaving it spinning. I dig my nails into the flesh of his hips, open my mouth, and repeatedly take in and release his stiff shaft.
When he groans and twists his hands into my hair, I increase my efforts.This is hot as fuck.
He tugs the strands of my hair and mutters, “So fucking good, babe. Suck my cock just like that.”
As I take him farther into my mouth, my clit twitches, and wetness floods between my thighs. I gag and stiffen.Shit.
“Fuck,” he growls.
Huh? Guys do like deep throating. Hell. I figured that was a porn thing. I do it again, and when I gag this time, I don’t flinch. It doesn’t feel dirty. It feels fucking powerful.
I grasp the base of his dick, which causes his thighs to tighten. As I work up and down his flesh with my hand, I wiggle on the mattress. I want his hard length deep inside my core. Pounding into me. I want to experience all the highs of sex because so far this has been lights out amazing.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Kameron
The muscles in my back and thighs quiver as her hot mouth works over my pulsating flesh. The sucking sounds she makes as her small hand jerks up and down my cock has me heaving like I’ve run a marathon.
It’s not just that it’s been months since I’ve had sex. It’s her. She touches a part of my soul I haven’t let another person close to since before my mom left. I don’t want to hold her at arm’s length. I don’t want to expect the worst. For the first time, I want to believe in the good. To clamor for the happy ever after that’s always been out of my reach.
When she clasps my balls, I pull back. “Stop.” I don’t want to waste my first time with her. I want to get lost in her eyes as I make her forget every man that came before me.
“Why?” Her eyes fill with worry, and all the armor I’ve carried around my heart shatters.
“I’ve got to be inside you. Feel your body against mine as I pleasure you.” I snag my wallet out of the back pocket of my jeans, pull out a condom, and lay it on the end table.
Once I have what I need, I kick my jeans off my feet and climb onto the bed. Before I can grab her, she grasps the hem of her shirt and tosses it over her head.
“Damn, I wanted to do that.” I clasp her hands and move them down to her sides.
She smiles as I lay her back and remove her bra. When her perfect tits emerge to the room, I can’t help but taste what she has to offer. The puckered nub tightens harder under my tongue as I squeeze her other breast under my palm. She moans and arches against my touch.