Page 38 of Beyond the Cage
“Know what else I missed?” I get the raised eyebrow. Leaning forward, I whisper in his ear, “You…inside me.”
With lightning speed, he rolls over, putting me beneath him, then fumbles in the drawer trying to find a condom.
“Yes. Honey missed you.” His brows furrow in confusion. “Honey? Oh, you know her intimately.”
Abandoning his search in the drawer, he rolls onto his side and gives me an even more confused stare. Giggling, I take his hand.
“This”—I place it between my thighs—“is Honey. Maybe you should get to know her a little better. I’ll teach you a little of what I learned in my anatomy class.” I lay his palm flat on my mound. “This is the mons pubis.” Taking his fingers, I move them down, sliding them over my outer lips. “Here, we have the labia majora.” His confused look gives way to something much better. “Here…” I gasp as his fingers touch my inner lips, “labia minora.” I slide his fingers up and he circles my clit. “Clitoris!” I whimper and grab his fingers, sliding them down then placing his middle finger at my opening. “And this…is…the vagina.”
As soon as the word is out of my mouth, he slips his finger inside me. I close my eyes and throw my head back. My back arches, thrusting my breasts toward him. He pulls my nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking. With a groan, he slips another finger inside me. I fist my hand in his hair, writhing beneath his attentions. He moves faster, fucking me with his fingers while his teeth graze my nipple. I’m all feeling right now; every part of my body, my entire being, is attuned to him.
“I want you inside me when I come.”
His fingers slide out of me and he flips onto his back, retrieving a condom from the drawer. When he rolls it on, I climb on top of him. He grabs my waist, lifts me, and lowers me onto his erection. When he’s all the way in, he lies back and closes his eyes. I cover his hands with mine as I begin to move. He clenches his jaw and drags his hands away, grabbing the sheets. Shit. He’s retreating again. He probably wasn’t thinking earlier, but now…
“You won’t hurt me,” I assure him.
His lids snap open, revealing eyes wrought with fear. With what he does for a living, he’s afraid ofme?
“Touch me.” He closes his eyes again, shaking his head vehemently. “Cameron…please,” I beg. I place my hand on his cheek and he slowly opens his eyes. “Last night, during my bath, before you showed up at my door…I thought about you. I fantasized about you touching me…while I touched myself.”
He inhales sharply.
“Please, don’t deny me. Ineedyou to touch me.”
He looks so tortured.What else can I say to him? I’m already begging, for Christ’s sake!
“You think you hurt me. Yes, I had a few bruises, but you know what I saw when I looked at them? Proof that you enjoyed that night as much as I did.”
His grip on the sheets loosens. I take his hand and place it on my hip. “Here? That was the first time…and the first time you made me come. Here…” I move his hand to my arm. “That wasyourfirst…my second.” His expression begins to soften. I move his hand to my wrist. “That’s when you fucked me from the back. I still get chills when I think about that.”
I see the hint of a smile while I trail his hand to my thigh. Good. I’m getting through to him. I give him my best smile. “And here…that’s the second time you came. My third.”
Finally, he places both hands on my waist and I start to move, slowly rotating my hips. I throw my head back as his hands travel up my sides. Yes! Yes to the shiver running up my spine, yes to the goose bumps on my skin. Yes, yes, yes! I move faster, gripping him with my thighs, riding him. He cups my breasts, running his thumbs across my nipples.
“Cameron…”
His fingers curl around the back of my neck and he pulls me down for a kiss. As he sucks on my lips, his other hand slides down my back and he grabs my ass, gently squeezing, massaging. Then, palm connects with my flesh.
“Yes!”
It was tentative, not firm and sure like before, but it’s a start. The next one is better, spurring me on like a jockey’s whip. The third triggers a ripple of current through my body and sends me galloping. I’m close, the finish line in sight. My muscles contract and I grab his shoulders. When his hand connects for the fourth time, it catapults me to the finish line. I press my palms into his chest, my body quaking from the intensity of my climax.
“Cameron!”
He raises his hips off the bed and comes with a grunt. I collapse on top of him, breathing heavily. His chest heaves beneath my cheek as I listen to the rapid beating of his heart.
We’re back.
***
I roll over and reach for him, but my palm meets the cold side of the bed. As I make my way to the bathroom, I wonder where the hell he is. I notice my toothbrush is still next to his and it brings a smile to my face. He may have been avoiding me, but I was still on his mind. He didn’t eradicate me from his life. I grimace as I notice my reflection. Ugh…I need to make myself presentable. I brush my teeth, scrub the makeup from my face, and comb my hair. Back in the bedroom, I grab his gargantuan shirt and slip it on. The moment I step into the living room, he turns toward me and smiles. He’s in the kitchen…cooking…shirtless. Lord, help me. His sexy factor just went to a whole new level.
“Good morning.”
Standing on my toes, I reach up for a kiss. He plants a chaste one on me and turns back to the stove.That’s it?
“Smells good. You’re gonna make a great wife for someone one day.”
