Page 71 of Staying for You

Her eyes are bright and shining, lashes dark and full and lids shimmery with a bit of eye shadow. Lips glossy and the color of watermelon. She’s… “Beautiful,” I murmur and remove my hands from behind my head and reach out to her.

She bites her lip as she drags her body over mine. Kissing her way up my body, giving me extra attention to my hardness that’s straining for her. When she takes me into her mouth, my hips jerk up and I feel her smile around me.

“Fuck, you really know what you’re doing.”

She amps up her efforts and licks and sucks, using her hand at the base, twisting and squeezing lightly to join in until I’m pounding a fist into the sheets beside my leg. “Get up here, Cami. Now.”

I grip her under her armpits and haul her over me, flipping us over so I can have some control. We’ve learned that we both like to be on top, but I stand by me liking it a little more. As much fun as it is for her to use me for her pleasure, knowing what I can do to her is even more of a turn on.

“I wanted top,” she whines half-heartedly, fingers clenching the muscles in my back and digging in.

“Too bad,” I grunt and give her no warning before I’m inside her. We both moan and I let my forehead rest in her neck. Every time feels like the first time with her and going in bare, with nothing between us, is the absolute best feeling in the world.

“Move, babe. You gotta move.”

I listen and start pumping my hips, lips kissing her soft skin before I lean up, look down at her. Hair fanned out on my pillow and eyes hooded, mouth dropped open, panting.

Her legs are spread wide, knees dropped to the mattress, giving me room and full access to her. She reaches between us and my eyes follow, loving watching her play with herself. How she knows what makes her feel good and isn’t afraid to do it.

“Love that. Rub yourself. Show me what you like.”

“Yes.”

She rubs faster and our breathing gets harsher when I lift her leg and drape it over my shoulder, giving me a better angle to hit that spot I know will set her off.

And it does.

Her head thrashes side to side. “Owen!” she cries out and damn it all, I feel the familiar tightening in my balls already. My jaw clenches and I squeeze my ass cheeks so I don’t come yet. I’m not ready for this to be over.

As soon as she’s through her first orgasm, I start moving faster, harder. The sounds of our skin slapping against each other making it that much harder to hold myself back. My hips thrust and I moan, “Cami.”

“I know.”

She knows. That’s all she has to say for me to get her meaning. That what we have together, in bed and out of bed, is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced with another person.

I lift her hips and I see it coming over her again. “Coming?”

“Mm hmm.”

“Yeah.”

“I want you to come with me, Owen. Come with me.”

And I do. We do. Our cries and grunts sound through my bedroom and then I’m breathing heavy, back arching, hand squeezing her breast and pinching her nipple.

“Oh my gosh!” she screams and I feel it overcome her at the same time mine does.

With one last thrust, I bury myself deep inside her and moan through our orgasms.

After our breathing regulates, I roll to the side and let her get cleaned up while I do the same. We do our thing then come back together, wrapping ourselves around each other in bed, still naked and smiles still on our faces.

“I want a burger.”

“We can manage that.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I picked up some buns the other day when I was in town while you were writing.”

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