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“Get to blowing my mind with orgasms and woo me with movie quotes later.”
I chuckle but follow her command. Each thrust of my hips toward the mattress is met with a reciprocal lunge of her pelvis as she takes me deeper and harder.
Her mouth is open while she gasps for air, and small guttural moans fill the room. She moves her hands to my ass and grinds against me. “Please.”
“Please, what?” I lean down and clasp my mouth over one of her breasts. As I suck down on the tip, she lurches forward.Fuck, yes.I hold my breath to keep from losing control.
“Fuck me.”
Fu-u-uck.I shudder. Her loss of control has me on edge, but I keep my pace steady as I ride over the tight muscles at the top of her sex.
She wraps her legs around my waist and jabs her heels into my thighs. “Don’t stop. Right there.”
My heart soars as her orgasm nears. I want it to be good for her much more than I care about my own release. Next time will be even better. Holy hell. “Your pussy is so tight, baby. It feels so fucking good.”
“Oh, my God.” Her eyes slam shut as she quakes under me and squeezes her thighs around me like a vice clamp digging into wood.
“That feels so fucking good.”
“Yes-s-s,” she hisses as her pussy sucks my dick, causing me to spill my seed deep inside her. I collapse on the bed beside her and drag her into my arms.
“Holy shit. That was amazing.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Layla
Several hours later, I stretch, roll over, and stare at the dark ceiling. The only light is from my bathroom, but the door is partially closed. I smile as memories from the night before slip through my mind like a beautiful cinema reel.
After making love, Kameron brought me a warm washcloth to clean up, not that there was much blood. The whole experience was nothing like I expected. All the horror stories of pain and blood were way exaggerated. There was some slight pain and then an earth-shattering climax. Next time, there will be no pain–only pleasure.
I twist to study him. His mouth is slightly open as he lays flat on his stomach, sprawled on his side of the bed. He’s gorgeous–all 5’11’’ of him with his dark hair, high cheekbones, and five o’clock shadow.
He groans and reaches out toward me but misses. His eyes open, and then, he glowers. “What’re you doing all the way over there?”
“Watching you.”
“Humph.” He grabs my hip and pulls me to him. “Don’t go so far away.”
“Yes, sir.” I giggle, snuggle closer, and inhale his scent. I’ll never smell the scent of his cologne again and not want to have sex with him. It’s my curse.
He runs his hand over my cheek. “Do you feel okay?”
“Never better.” There’s a small dull ache, but I’m sure it will disappear throughout the day. When can we have sex again? My nipples pucker and rub against his chest, making my breath hitch.
“Doll, don’t go getting any ideas. We need to wait. I don’t want to hurt you.” He places his hand on the back of my head and kisses me with enough pressure to cause the dull ache to spiral into a raging inferno. I slide my knee between his legs, and his fingers fist my hair. “You’re playing with fire.”
“I want you. I need to feel your hard body pressing into me.” I thrust my sex against his thigh, and his cock jumps alongside my belly. “I don’t want to wait.”
He rolls on top of me and ravages my mouth. His tongue grazes mine, and I respond with a ferocity I’ve never experienced. My tongue thrusts against his as if I’m trying to lead our lovemaking, which is a total joke since I have no real idea what I’m doing–yet. But I’m eager to learn.
Seconds later, a beeping sound, vibration, and bright light fills the space around my night table.
I blink. “What is that?”
Kameron groans, rolls off me, and hits his head on the pillow. “My alarm. I’ve got to go to work. I didn’t realize it was so late. Early. Whatever. I’ve got to get to work.”
“Shit.” My bottom lip pokes out.Stop being a baby.I roll my eyes. Adults work. It’s not his fault the station shifts start early in the morning.“Sorry. I shouldn’t be selfish.”