Page 53 of Staying for You

Now I’mstarved.

Scrambling to sit up, I get to my knees and place my hands on his thighs, sliding my palms around the back, up so I get a good handful of his tight butt and squeeze. I lean over, kiss his stomach just below his belly button. His hands find the back of my head, holding me close. I rub my nose against his skin. It’s smooth with only a bit of hair on his chest with a line down the center of his stomach.

Tilting my head back, I look in his eyes, continuing to kiss a path around his waist while sliding a hand around him and wrapping it around his hard length. And he is. Hard, already. And lengthy. And… let’s just say, he’s bigger than I’ve experienced and my stomach flutters in anticipation.

I twist, pump, thumb sliding over the tip and he groans, fingers clenching and tightening in my hair. He allows me to play for only a few minutes before he’s pushing me onto the bed.

“We don’t want this to be over with too soon, now do we?”

“Quick shooter?” I ask, a teasing smile playing on my lips.

“Brat.” He bends low, kissing me on the lips then makes a trail down my cheek, jawline, neck… down, down, down. I can feel him hard against my thigh and it makes me squirm. I want himthereso badly. I know he won’t give it to me yet, though. I know he’s on a mission to show me I’m more than just quick sex. So I give in. Letting him do his thing because, really, it’s not a burden. Not even a little bit.

His tongue swirls around my nipple and his finger and thumb pinch the other.

I’m panting and moaning and crying out words that I don’t think make any sense. Apparently I speak in tongues now. And he’s only touched my breasts.

Now his fingers are curling around my underwear and he’s looking at me for permission. My head might pop right off my neck with how fast I’m nodding.

He chuckles, sliding lower. Before I even realize it, I’m bared to him. He could have spun my underwear on his finger above me and I wouldn’t have known it because I’m so distracted.

“Oh my gosh, Owen. You’re killing me here,” I groan, wanting his tongue on me and not wanting it at the same time. I know. IknowI’ll never be the same after he has me. And not just tasting me. But once he enters me, it’ll be the point of no return.

“Well, we can’t have that now, can we?”

And then he’s on me. Licking and swiping and sucking and fingers curling inside me and… “Oh my gosh!” I cry out then cry out some more because he does this thing with his mouth where he sucks in just the right place and with the perfect amount of… well, suction… and then he adds a thumb on my clit and “OH MY GOSH!” I scream out this time when I orgasm embarrassingly fast.

He lightens the pressure as I come down from the highest high I’ve ever been on.

“Holy crap,” I pant.

“That was incredible.”

“You’re telling me.” I giggle and cover my eyes with my hand. “Holy crap,” I repeat. “That took you like no time at all.”

“Good thing we have all night then.”

“Yeah. Good thing.”

He kisses his way back up my body and rests his forearms on either side of my head. Bends down, kisses me so I taste myself. It quickly turns heated, just like everything between us.

I buck my hips and he gets the picture, rolling to his back and bringing me right along with him.

Because the memory is ingrained in my head, I repeat what he did to me. Well, almost everything. I kiss and lick and play, paying special attention to the fun little grooves in his stomach that are so fascinating that I hang around them a little more than I originally intended. Especially when I notice how turned on it makes him as well.

His hands are fisting the comforter, legs rigid and his breaths are coming in heavy and short.

Best of all, I can feel him growing even harder against my chest. Which reminds me how much I wanted to taste him. Rather than hesitate, I regrettably leave his stomach and wrap my hand around the base and slide my mouth around the tip, suck, slide my lips down and… “ohmygosh,” I mumble because I thought it was fun before and now it’s even better.

My eyes roll in the back of my head when he reaches the back of my throat and his hands move to my hair again, wrapping it around his fist and grips tightly.

“Holy shit, Cami.”

I feel like I could run a marathon from the pride pumping through my veins.

I’m doing this to him.

Me.

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