Page 11 of Beyond the Cage
Taking my hand, he leads me to the bed, and I sit. He drops to one knee between my legs, looking up at me with pleading eyes. An apology. Fuck. There goes my resolve. I cradle his face and stroke his cheek with my thumb.Just look at that face! How can I stay mad at him when he’s looking at me like that?
“It’s okay. I’m sorry. I’ve only known you a few hours. I have no right to pressure you.” With a sigh, I rest my forehead on his. “Come ’ere.”
We don’t need words for kissing. Besides, his kisses tell me more than any words ever could. I slip my tongue between his lips and get hit by the taste of mangoes.
“Mm…”
His hands slither up the sides of my thighs, inducing that increasingly familiar shiver. I think I’m going to call it ‘The K.O. Reaction’. What is it about him that turns my brain to mush when he touches me? He grabs my hips, pulling me off the bed, and onto his knee. I wrap my arms around him and lean closer, trailing my fingers along his nape. His breathing changes, coming hard and fast as he slides his hand up my spine, palming the back of my neck. Resting his other hand at the small of my back, he twists his body. Before I can say ‘floor’, that’s where I am, trapped beneath him. His dick is cradled against my pussy and it presses against me, big and hard. Rock hard. He growls like the lion he is and thrusts his hips forward, grinding against me. It’s almost as if we’re skin to skin, my flimsy boy shorts offering no resistance. I’m already wet. All he has to do is… Fuck!
“Wait.”
I’m breathing so heavily, the word is but a mere whisper. He moves down and drops a soft kiss on my stomach, below my navel. Pleasure radiates from the spot through my entire body, and I moan.
“Cameron…”
Slowly, he trails his tongue up my stomach as his hands push my top in the same direction. My back arches and I bury my fingers in his hair. The closer he gets to my breasts, the more my back arches, my nipples anticipating his touch.Yes…yes! Yes? No!
“Cameron, wait.”
He moves back up and looks down at me with hooded eyes.
“I can’t.”
He tilts his head to the side, a curious expression on his face.
“Why? Because I’m not a ‘sex on the first date’ kinda girl.”
His reply is to press his hips down on me, holding the position, and I feel the full impact of his erection bearing down on my pussy.
“Oh, shit,” I whisper. “No fair.”
Great. Now I sound like a whiny five-year-old. With a smirk, he lowers his head. I turn away to avoid his kiss, but his lips only end up on my neck. While his tongue swirls, he flexes his hips, rubbing on my already aching pussy. I don’t know how much more I can take. My breathing is out of control and my pulse is racing. Wrapping my legs around him, I raise my hips and match his rhythm. Oh, God. Look at us, dry-humping like a couple of teenagers. It might be juvenile, but it just feels so fucking awesome!
“Kiss me.”
With a soft moan, I succumb to his total domination of my lips. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, forcefully tasting. When he catches my bottom lip between his teeth, a soft growl sounds from deep in my throat.
“Fuck…”
A shiver runs up the length of my body and back down. That can only mean one thing. He reaches up, cups my breast, and pinches my nipple through my top. That’s it. I’m gone.
“Oh, my God!”
I hold him tightly as my body trembles beneath him. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. I mean, I thought I had orgasms before but apparently, I was wrong.Thisis an orgasm – a mind-blowing, muscle-clenching, tremor-inducing orgasm. I sink my nails into his shoulders as sensations of untold proportions rip through my body. He moans, grabbing my thigh. Returning the gesture, his fingertips dig into my flesh. When I come down from my high and open my eyes, he’s looking down at me with a huge, smug grin.
“Definitely not fair,” I whine. I cover my face and whimper, embarrassment taking over. He pulls my hands away and gazes at me tenderly.
With a half-smile – you know the one where only one side of your lips curls up – he strokes my hair. I don’t know what it is but, lying beneath him, staring up into his eyes, I feel likethisis where I belong. He places a lingering kiss on my forehead and moves up onto his knees. When he stands, he extends his hand to me, pulling me to my feet when I take it. My knees wobble, and I grab his forearm to keep myself upright. He wraps his arm around me, but I wave him off.
“I’m good. I’m good.”Yeah, right. “Yes, I’m sure,” I add when he raises a concerned brow.
He jerks his head toward the door and starts moving in that direction.
“You’re leaving?”
Why do I sound so disappointed? The way he makes me feel, I should be pushing him through the door. No man has ever made me want to toss my morals out the window, yet he’s made me question them multiple times in only twenty-four hours.
“Okay.”
