Page 36 of Best Laid Plans
His words ricocheted around her, and she let out a strangled moan, her feet pushing hard against the mattress. “Please lick me, Cam.”
Those were the magic words, Elle laid bare in front of Cam’s face as he pulled her panties to the side. He nuzzled his nose against her at the same time his tongue darted out for a long, leisurely lick up her center. Her legs were already shaking as his tongue started moving back down, her clit finding no relief. He tongued at her entrance, pushing in, her hips matching his thrusts.
“You taste so fucking good.” The words were muffled, Cam’s head still buried between her legs as he continued to lick and suck and devour her.
The heat was threading through her veins. She needed friction against her clit, desperately. Needed something to allay the feeling that she was falling and flying at the same time, like her whole body was in a state of suspended animation.
Cam was worshipping her right now, and she had no qualmsabout letting him know. “Cam,” she coaxed, her voice a desperate whine, “please.”
Grant had never been especially focused on her pleasure, and still, she’d felt so lucky to be with him that she’d wanted to do everything she could to make him happy. It led to a lot of one-sided sex that had left Elle feeling disappointed.
This was not that. Cam was a force to be reckoned with, and as his tongue finally, blessedly flattened and licked against her clit, her body jolted forward and she let out something between a moan and a scream. He wrapped his mouth around her and sucked like it was the only thing in this world he was born to do, his tongue laving focused circles that had her spinning out.
In seconds, there was nowhere for the pressure to go. Her hips were arched upward, straining to keep tempo with him, higher and higher and higher until– “Come for me, Elle. Let me taste you all over my face.”
The wave inside of her broke, and her stomach clenched as wave after wave followed. Cam was there to work her through it, licking her until her body went slack, her legs splaying out to the sides.
She was spent, as little aftershocks continued to ripple through her, Cam’s hands rubbing up and down her thighs as she rode them out.
Of course. Of course he fucked like it was his true calling in life, so easily managing to have her begging for it. She took a few, long seconds to let the endorphins flow through her sated body, appreciating the incredible work he’d done.
No one had ever gotten her off like that, with so much purpose and confidence that they managed to back up with their talent. And she knew, with every fiber of her being, that this wasn’t going to be her only orgasm of the night.
But most importantly, the thought flitting through her orgasm-soaked brain, was that she needed Cam to know that she could give as good as she got.
CHAPTER TWELVE
CAM
There was no turning back. Maybe they hadn’t fucked yet, but Cam now knew something that he couldn’t unknow. He would forever be intimately aware of the sounds that Elle made when she came in his mouth, how his lips had been covered with her wetness. All it did was make him hungry for more.
The damage was done, regardless of what came next, so he was going to spend this night living to his fullest.
Elle seemed to have the same idea, now that her breathing had returned to normal. She pushed at Cam’s shoulder, her legs moving again. “On your feet, sailor,” she said, her satisfaction-soaked voice threading through him.
On his knees, he gripped himself through his shorts, thick with need, the outline clearly visible judging from Elle’s appreciative look. “If you mean my cock, it’s already there.”
He wasn’t especially talkative during sex, but he couldn’t seem to help himself, where Elle was concerned. He wanted to goad her. Tease her. Make her tell him exactly what she was thinking and feeling. The two dimensional sex of his past wasnow taking on a new layer, and he was happily drowning in the enjoyment.
Elle switched her position so that she was on her knees, and she sank down so that her perfect ass rested on the balls of her feet, legs spread so that his t-shirt grazed the tops of her thighs. She looked like something out of a fantasy, her hair mussed, cheeks flushed from the work he’d put her body through.
He was reveling in what he’d done to her when he felt Elle’s hand brush against the seam of his shorts, her palm running up his shaft. The idea of those perfect lips on his cock, finally becoming a reality, had him clenching his thighs in expectation and stifling a groan.
Bending down, he kissed her shoulder, between the collar of her shirt and her neck, her skin soft and warm and so fucking delicious against his tongue. He let out a halting breath when Elle reached her hand under his shorts, her fingertips grazing his swollen tip, already wet with his own arousal. He almost worried that a condom couldn’t hold the load that was building inside of him, knowing that Elle was going to draw every last ounce his body could produce.
“So fucking good,” he said as she rubbed the wetness around her palm before she started working him up and down.
“Are you going to let me suck you?” Elle asked, her reedy, breathless voice full of desire in stark contract with the innocence in her eyes as she looked up at Cam.
He nodded as she was already pulling his cock out of its confines, pushing his shorts and boxer briefs down to his thighs in a deliberate motion. “I’ve thought about this all week,” he admitted. The way Elle was looking at him, his cock so hard that it held itself up in front of lips that Cam desperately wanted to feel on him.
He hadn’t intended to say the words out loud, but his knees buckled all the same when Elle gave him an appreciative glanceand said, “So much better than I even fantasized about,” before taking him in her mouth.
His hands found the way to the back of her head. “Just like that,” he said as she took him in deeper. He wanted everything that Elle could give him, even if it was only for tonight.
He groaned, thinking about how she’d been imagining this, too. Her perfect lips were wrapped around him, and she pulled him in deeper and then licked up his shaft. He loved how she paid special attention to his tip every time it reached her lips again, her tongue swirling around and licking at every drop of wetness he produced.
His balls were so fucking tight, but he didn’t want to come. Not like this. He moved his hands that were fisted in her hair over to her face, running the pad of his thumb across her cheekbones. “I want to come with your pussy wrapped around me,” he said, his voice full and thick with want as Elle looked up at him, her lips just covering the tip of his cock, like it was a lollipop and he was her favorite flavor.
