Page 37 of Best Laid Plans
With no small amount of effort on her part, which he fucking loved to see, and one more swipe of her tongue, she eased back onto her legs. She looked like someone had just taken away her favorite toy. “Do you have a condom?” she asked, her hand finding its way back to him as she started to massage his balls. This woman was going to be the death of him, but even so, at least he’d die happy.
“Fuck,” he groaned, from both the question and how fucking good it felt, the way she was touching him, working him so thoroughly. “There have to be condoms in this apartment. The resident boy scout wouldn’t stand for anything less than absolute preparedness. Give me a second.”
He tucked himself back into his pants and was out of the room quickly. He let out a grateful sigh when he found a box of condoms in the bathroom cabinet behind the mirror. He hadn’t wanted to rifle through Wyatt’s drawers, but he would have.
There was nothing right now that would stop him from burying himself in Elle’s perfect pussy and doing everything he could to make her scream his name.
When he got back to the room, Elle was lounging in the bed, her t-shirt hiked up with her pussy on full display. He pulled his hoodie over his head one-handed, already using his other hand to take off his pants.
He rolled the condom over himself smoothly. His knee was on the bed when she ran her hand against the length of him again, and his abs clenched. “I want to be on top,” she said between ragged exhales, looking at him with so much desire that he wondered how they’d gone a week like this. A week when he’d thought his fantasies were overwhelming, but they paled in comparison to the real thing.
There was nothing he wouldn’t give her right now. Nothing.
Once he was situated on the bed, she threw a leg over his body, her entrance hovering just above his tip. She rubbed herself over him but didn’t slide down his cock, and he was being driven insane with how badly he wanted to feel her.
“If we only have tonight, I need to make it count,” she teased, her dark eyes taking him in.
His hips jerked upward, needing to know what it was like for her walls to clench around him. To be enveloped so fully in her while she rode him hard. “Elle, let me feel you, baby,” he groaned, his head thumping against the back of the headboard.
“You’re lucky I’m dripping wet, or I may not be able to take you,” she said, half-teasing and half-serious, her eyelids heavy with desire. She lowered herself down an inch and pressed her hands solidly against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her back and and splayed his fingers along the sides of her spine. He held his hips in place, exercising immense control instead of pumping into her like his body was begging him to do.
“Get adjusted to me. I want to make sure you get every inch.” He knew that he was on the bigger side, but he cared aboutElle’s comfort more than his own need, and he wanted to make sure that this was just as good for her as it was going to be for him. And he already knew that it was going to be really fucking good for him, so it was a high bar.
Elle leaned down and placed a surprisingly soft kiss on his lips as she sunk another inch, leaning back to say, “And I want you to be able to look at the lips you seem to love so much as they say your name when I come.”
There was an edge of desperation that came over Cam quickly, then. His hands shifted to hold Elle’s hips in place, at the same time she slid down to envelop the rest of his cock. He was engulfed in heat, already close as she started to roll her hips against him.
“Elle,” he growled, and all the sound did was make her work her hips harder.
“I’m close again,” she panted into the air, electricity crackling through it. “You feel so fucking good, Cam. I knew you’d be good to me. Am I being good to you?”
Fire roared through his veins. He’d underestimated how good they’d be together. How in sync, their bodies having no trouble getting on the same page.
He wrapped one of his hands around the side of her neck, helping to anchor the fluid motions her body was making against him. “You’re perfect,” he admitted.
He looked at her lips, wet as she licked them, continuing to ride him like her life depended on it. Reaching between them, his fingers found her clit, and he started rubbing at the sensitive flesh.
“Just like that, Cam. Don’t stop. Please,” she screamed into the room as her hands shifted to his shoulders, and she dug her nails into the muscle.
She came with a shudder, her walls clenching around him, and he lost it. He wrapped his arms around her and flippedthem over, pumping into her as his own orgasm rocketed through him.
“Cam,” she whimpered, his cock pushed into the hilt, drawing out every second of pleasure for the both of them.
He only slowed when Elle let out the most satisfied groan he’d ever heard, the legs that had wrapped themselves around him falling back to the mattress. When he was sure she’d had enough, he eased himself out of her and rolled over on the mattress, laying on his back.
He could feel his heartbeat in his chest, his body spent with how hard he’d come. “That was…”
“If you say a ‘mistake’ again, I will murder you,” Elle said from next to him, her voice already sounding sleepy.
Even if it would have made things simpler, he’d never lie to her like that. Because what they’d just done, how well they’d fit together, was something akin to alchemy. They were the perfect, complementary ingredients in a recipe that had created something truly incredible. Something that should probably be illegal. Cam wasn’t going to say that, either, though.
He settled his arm behind his head, looking over at the soft, content look on Elle’s face. “Not ‘a mistake.’ But you’re a dangerous woman, Elle.”
He loved the little self-satisfied smile that worked across her features, her eyes still closed. “At least we’re finally on the same page about something.”
Elle was beautiful in the morning. It had been Cam’s first thought when he’d woken up five minutes ago, the rising sun streaming through Elle’s bedroom window. Her hair, finally dry, was fanned across the pillow in a wild tangle of darkness. It looked incredibly soft, and Cam resisted the urge to reach out and run his fingers through it. This version of her, peacefullysleeping, was a stark contrast to the hellcat he’d discovered in bed last night.
He smiled and flexed his long legs, feeling the pull in his muscles. He liked both versions. A lot.
