Page 65 of Ravage

But eventually, he kisses his way down my neck, and I sigh, closing my eyes and just enjoying the feel of his lips against my skin.

"I wonder if I'm ever going to not want you," he murmurs, gently tugging my head back.

He runs his tongue over that sweet spot below my ear, and I shiver.

"I don't want to find out," I reply quietly.

He slides his hand down my throat before slipping his fingers inside my low-cut top and teasing my nipple through the lace of my bra. A little moan slips out of my mouth, and he pinches my nipple, causing the moan to turn a gasp.

Pulling away slightly, I pull my shirt over my head and his eyes light up.

"Front access bra? Fuck yeah." He reaches over and snaps it open.

My breasts come free, and I toss the bra aside. He bends to bring his mouth to my breast, and I arch my back, silently begging for him to suck hard. While his tongue runs over my pebbled nipple, his hand slides up my thigh under my skirt. He finds my clit and lightly runs his finger over the fabric of my G-string.

"Always so wet for me," he murmurs, reaching beneath the elastic to snap it against my skin. I give a little yelp, and he laughs. "I want you naked."

I bite my lip as I raise my gaze to his. Rising to my feet, I unzip my skirt, and he keeps his eyes on mine as he works the skirt down my hips along with my underwear. Once the last of my clothes fall to the floor, he yanks his shirt over his head before lifting his hips and pulling his jeans down. When he's as naked as I am, he tugs me into his lap, and I laugh, straddling his hips. His erection sits between us as he pulls my head back again and returns his attention to my breasts. I trace my finger over the intricate lines of the tattoo that runs from his pec, covering his shoulder and flowing down his arm. He'd explained that he'd gotten it in his mid-twenties when he'd gone to Ireland to meet his family there for the first time and had fallen in love with the Celtic knotwork that he'd seen everywhere. Usually, once we get naked together, I'm too preoccupiedto do anything more than admire it briefly, but we're in no hurry today, and once I've traced every line, I push him back so I can run my tongue over his pec, feathering kisses along it.

For once, he allows me to control my movements, and I take my time exploring his body with my hands and mouth while he runs his hands up and down my back.

But eventually, our bodies decide enough is enough, and I rock my hips, allowing my clit to slide up and down the underside of his shaft.

He groans, gripping my hips and urging me to move faster. It's not long before I'm coming, and I dig my fingers into his shoulders as I moan, continuing to rock back and forth. He pulls my face down to his and kisses me hungrily as he smacks his hand around on the side table, searching for the box of condoms I've taken to keeping there for easy access when we fuck on the couch. He eventually finds it and rips open the packet. I lean back so he can roll it on, and he grabs my hips to lift me up, then helps me slide down, taking him all the way in.

"Fuck, yes," he grinds out. Whilst he may be beneath me, he's controlling my body entirely as his fingers dig into my hips, sliding me up and down his cock like I weigh nothing. "So fucking perfect."

I allow him to use my body, giving myself over to him fully. When he grows tired of lifting me up and down, he holds me still and thrusts his cock up into me. The new angle has him sliding right along my g-spot and I gasp, shuddering as he hits it over and over. The muscle in his jaw tenses as he grits his teeth, and I can tell he's close to his own release.

"Rub your clit. I want us coming together," he commands.

I moan as I follow his instructions, and the pleasure rolls through me as my eyes roll back in my head.

He groans as his own orgasm starts, his movements becoming sloppy, and he pulls me back down to bury himself deep inside me.

"God I'm going to miss fucking you daily over the next twoweeks," he murmurs as we sit with our foreheads touching while we regain our breath.

He's starting two weeks of night shifts tomorrow, and I've been low-key dreading it.

"Yeah, I'm probably going to explode," I reply, only half joking.

He chuckles and kisses me. "Guess we'll see just how strung out we both are for each other."

28

I AM NOT GETTING INVOLVED

IMOGEN

Three daysinto Cam working nights and I'm craving release. I knew this would happen after we've been fucking non-stop for three weeks, but I'd thought I'd be able to handle it. Since we started whatever the hell this is, I've not played with Sebastian or Annika. But now that he's not around to give me my daily fix, I'm climbing the walls.

Imogen

Any chance of us seeing each other today? What time do you finish?

Cam

Sorry, I ended up doing overtime cause it was a busy night and only just falling into bed. I start at six. When do you finish work?

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