Page 149 of Bring You Back

“Hey, wait.” My tone is soft, my touches light but firm as I reach for her, hold her face in my hands, her eyes with my eyes. She’s tired of waiting. I see the frustration, but mostly I see the fear. She’s in survivor mode, trying to grasp the moment before it’s taken from her. But I’ve got her. She’s got me. We’re not going to run out of time. I’m not going anywhere. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“I need you,” she says, the reach in her voice telling me this is more than just physical.

“You have me,” I assure her, drawing in closer. “I’m here. All right? We have all the time in the world.” All damn day if I have anything to say about it. “You can have me any way you need me, just let me do a few things first.” I release a slight laugh through the words that brings out a smirk from her.

I kiss her, take my time lifting her shirt. Her breathing hitches, expecting. I’m moving too slow for her. I almost want to tease, draw this out a little more, but I have the same need for her, so I finish sliding the shirt up and over her head. She yanks it from my hand and drops it to the floor, her arms then coming around my neck. I lift her, and she latches onto me like I’m her lifeline. In this moment, I am.

I keep kissing her as I carry her to the bed, place her down on the edge. Her eyes zone in on the tent I’m sporting, then meet mine with a spark of mischief. I shake my head, a warning.Not yet.She rolls her heated eyes and shifts to the pillows, lying back, relaxing without me telling her to.

I start by removing every piece of clothing from her body, my lips finding each new exposure of skin. She lets me touch her, lets my mouth explore. I kiss her scars—finally—and she gives this to me because she knows I need it—that she needs it.

I taste more and more skin, her breaths growing more erratic the closer my mouth gets to where she needs friction. I don’t want to stop before tasting her there, but I do. I have a different position in mind for this part.

She doesn’t seem to want that right now, anyway, with the way her hands tug up on my shoulders. She let me give her what I wanted, so now I have to return the favor.

I strip quickly, put on a condom, and climb up her body, settle between her already parted legs. She thrusts her hips toward me and I watch her watch me, our breaths becoming more and more ragged as I ease into her, groaning at the feel of her, at the sight of her gratified stare. She digs her nails into my back and slides them downward, eliciting just the right amount of sting to make me harder.Fuck.

And that’s what we do. I take her leg that’s now wrapped around my hip and grip her thigh, squeeze her in place there as I move inside of her, her head pressed back into the pillow, mouth open. Each new part of her I see, hear, and feel makes me thrust faster, hit deeper. Her gasps. Her perfectly sharp nails and the way she uses them. Her teeth in a tight hold on her lip. The bounce of her breasts as I rock against her.

I give her what she needs from me, and I don’t have to go much longer before she’s clenching around me. Her gasps turn to moans, her back arches, her body writhes beneath me. I’m not lost in her. I’m here with her. My eyes are open, watching her release control as she comes for me.Becauseof me. I find myself, like I knew I would.

And I’ve never been more turned on in my life. To see Camille let go, to experience her in this way. . .

One more flex and I’m coming along with her.

“More,” she breathes against my mouth when I lean down to kiss her. I smile, thinking about those extra condoms.

I give her more.

And that’s how we spend the last of the day—taking small breaks in between finding each other again.

Camille

“Let me love you,” Julian says into my ear after we’ve gone through the last condom, catching our breath in the sheets beside each other.

I shift to face him, and he shifts to an elbow, resting his head against a fist. “I did,” I tease, my mind choosing to reference our day in bed instead of acknowledging his meaning to our time outside of bed.

He takes my hand, pushes his fingers through mine, reaching for me with his touch, his voice. “Let me this time.”

I fall into the words, tell myself to fall into him. We’re both there, waiting for the other to tip. For the safety of arms open, ready to catch. “Only if you let me, too.”

He closes his eyes at my words, my promise, breathing a sigh and squeezing my hand before reconnecting his stare with mine. “I never stopped you,” he says pointedly, and I slap the smirk off his face with a kiss. He tries to deepen the kiss, but I snub his attempt with a bite to his lip as I pull back. He laughs, licking that same lip between his own teeth. “I’m thirsty.”

I chuckle, thinking of the hours that have passed. “Same.” I glance over the bed for my clothes, my stare landing on Julian’s shirt with an eye roll at the immediate thought of putting it on. The fictional world has taught us that it’s cute to wear a man’s clothes after we have sex with him. I think it insults our intelligence. You think we can’t tell our own clothes from theirs when we see them? You think we have to try that hard to be cute?

I start to get out of bed when Julian pulls me back, his breath at my ear. “For you,” he husks, shifting to his back when I face him. He points to his mouth and orders, “Get up here.”

I flush as I picture myself climbing over him, feeling his mouth on me in that position, viewing him from that angle.

You’d like that, wouldn’t you?

If he wants all my threats to come to fruition, I’ll start making more.

Julian gives my arm a tug, but that’s all he has to do before I’m throwing off the sheets and settling onto his face, my hands braced against the back wall. I sink down and his tongue sinks in, my mouth popping open on a burst of breath. My eyes close as my head falls back, my hips moving to match his rhythm, steady as I come.

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Pick a Problem

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