Page 63 of All the Drama from New York

Camille pointed to her suitcase. “Give me a moment to search for the box.”

She’d been worried that she was being a little over ambitious in buying a thirty count box, but the way Ryan made her feel, she had an inkling they would be paying a visit to the personal hygiene aisle of the local grocery store well before the end of the first week.

Scrambling off the bed, Camille rummaged around in her case, and retrieved the unopened box of condoms. Turning back toward the bed, she came face to face with the long hard length of him.

C'est magnifique.

Ryan had stripped out of his clothes and now stood completely naked before her. Her gaze took in his proud erect cock mere inches away from her body, and she did the only thing that made sense. She licked her lips, and dropped to her knees on the plush bedroom rug.

“Can I touch you?” she asked.

“Please.”

Her fingers brushed over the soft pink head of his erection, and he let out a low groan. She did it again, then licked the bead of pre-cum from the tip. “Camille,” he whispered.

They both knew what he was asking, but she was eager to hear his command. “What do you want me to do, Mister Collins?”

He bent and kissed her. “I want you to take me into your mouth. And then you are going to suck my cock like a good girl. And as you do, you are going to rub my balls.”

Dirty. Wicked. Demanding. If she’d known that all it would take to find a man like this in New York City was to knock one down with a pile of fabric, she’d have been out prowling the streets with a bale of cloth the first week she’d arrived.

Camille settled on the floor, and did as she was told, working over Ryan’s erection with her lips and tongue, loving every second that she made him groan and beg.

Fingers speared into her hair, holding her in place. He didn’t force the pace; he held back, letting her take what she could. Giving her time to breathe. Ryan was still hard when he finally let go of his grip, and gently pulled his cock free of her mouth. A delightful pop echoed in the room.

“Sorry, I have to stop you there, or else I’ll come. And I want to be inside you when I do.” He lifted Camille gently to her feet, and kissed her on the mouth. “Such beautiful lips, and so fucking hot when they were wrapped around my cock. But now it’s your turn to feel good.”

Holding her firmly by the waist, Ryan turned Camille to face away from him. His teeth nipped at her earlobe as he slowly, seductively lowered the zipper on the side of her dress. The fabric pooled at her feet and as she stepped clear of it, he toed it out of the way. Nimble fingers worked the clasps of her bra free, and the cool evening air kissed her naked breasts.

Camille let her head fall back. Desire thrummed throughout her body as strong, warm hands settled on her hips and pulled her pink thong down. Down. Down. Ryan followed the progress of his handiwork all the way to the floor.

She let out a gasp as he smacked a kiss on each of her ass cheeks. One. Two. “Such a juicy plump peach. I can’t wait until I have my hands all over it. But first things first. How about you turn around and give me a taste of that sweet honey box I’ve been aching to sample.”

Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip. His dirty talk was the stuff of her secret bedroom fantasies. No one had ever said such filthy things to her in real life. She loved that it was well-mannered Ryan Collins who was now on the floor in front of her tracing his fingers up her inner thighs.

Slowly turning to face him, Camille closed her eyes. When it came to sex, she was far from shy, but this was a moment of intimate exposure for her. A thousand thoughts ran wild through her head.

Would he like that her sex was mostly hairless? They didn’t call it the French bikini wax for nothing. Or was he the sort of guy who liked thingsau naturel?

She’d picked the wrong time to give in to her insecurities.

The second the tip of Ryan’s tongue touched her sex Camille’s mind emptied of all sane and insane notions. Hands holding her in place, he dragged his tongue clear up her center. “Oh mon Dieu,” she gasped. She could have sworn she saw stars.

A deep chuckle came from somewhere down below. “I’ll take that as a compliment. Now hold still while I show you how fucking amazing this can be.”

Camille rested her hand on the top of Ryan’s hair, and let him make good on his promise.

And make good he did.

She’d had other men perform cunnilingus on her before, but nothing came close to what this gorgeous man could do. Ryan had serious sex skills. The things his tongue did as it flicked back and forth over her sensitive flesh had Camille questioning her own definition of pleasure.

I think I might just explode.

He worked her with all the precision of an expert. When he slipped a thumb inside her heat and began to stroke her hard and deep, she gritted her teeth to stop from crying out.

This was too much, and not enough. He had her right where he wanted, and they both knew it.

“Ryan please. I want…”

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