Page 50 of Beyond the Cage
He moans as he moves to my other breast. It’s like he’s in a frenzy! I’ve never seen him like this before. He pulls at the lingerie again and there’s another rip – the bottom half has been easily disposed of. I grab his shirt and he finally allows me to remove it. Matching his contagious intensity, I run my hands down and across his back and massive shoulders. Pushing him onto the bed, I straddle him. When I reach for the button on his shorts, he grabs my wrists. He slips from beneath me, jumps off the bed, and begins to pace the room in frustration.Shit!I watch him, the light of the moon shining through the window, illuminating his path as he moves.Guess I’m not getting what I want after all.
“Cameron…it’s okay. We don’t have to.”
He turns to me, disbelief in his expression.What? Am I such a sex fiend?
“I understand,” I assure him.
He expels a breath of relief.
I do understand…but right now, my body is not listening to my brain. Just because he can’t, doesn’t mean I have to deprive myself.
“I’ll just take care of it myself,” I tell him.
As I lie back, spread my legs, and plant my heels on the bed, I smile deviously at him. I close my eyes and, like before, imagine it’s him between my legs. Reaching down, I slide my finger along my pussy, feeling just how wet I am. How wet he made me. I know he’s watching, and it’s exhilarating. Cupping my breast, I massage it, pinching my nipple as I play with my clit. I take a peek and he’s staring at me, transfixed. His arms are crossed over his chest and he’s breathing heavily. I spread my legs farther apart, arch my back, and expel a moan. Closing my eyes tightly, I lose myself in the sensations from both my own fingers and his hungry stare.
That’s why I didn’t see or hear him move.
I let out a surprised squeal as he grabs my ankles and drags me to the edge of the bed. I stare up at him, my breaths shallow. I don’t understand how it’s possible for me to want him so much. One thing is clear in those silver eyes of his – he feels the same.
Leaning forward, he presses his lips to mine. They’re soft, sweet, moving skillfully and tenderly against mine. My hands find their way around his neck, stroking his skin. He moves across my cheek, down to my neck. My body quivers as his tongue darts out, leaving wet spots on my neck and shoulders, not to mention farther down. My back arches as his tongue glides over my nipple. He continues his journey south, kissing my stomach, sides, and hips. He’s barely touching me; how can this slight contact cause such havoc on my body? I whimper as he moves farther still, gently biting down on the flesh of my mound.Fuck!I prop myself up on my elbows, looking down at him to see his eyes closed. Dipping his head, he inhales deeply then looks up at me with a smirk.
Did he just smell me?“Did you just…smellme?”I can’t believe he just smelled me!
He ignores my question, which I promptly forget about when he spreads my pussy open and licks my clit.
“Oh, shit!”
I collapse on the bed, shaking as he licks me. Why am I not surprised he also has a talented tongue? Jesus, the things he’s doing to me are probably illegal in some states. Reaching up, he curls his fingers around my breasts and sucks on my clit. My hips rear up off the bed, and I grab a handful of his hair.
“Cameron!”
He pushes my legs farther apart and slips a finger inside me.Fuck.Me. As his tongue swirls on my clit, his finger moves in and out, taking me higher and higher. Reaching up once more, he pinches my nipple with his free hand. Now,that’swhat I call multi-tasking!
“Fuck!”
He grabs my thighs, holding me in place as his tongue moves faster, pushing me toward fulfillment. It won’t be long now. I grab the sheets, pulling them from the mattress in the process. His tongue swirls on my clitoral hood, concentrating on the ten and two o’ clock positions.Oh,shit!When it slips beneath the hood, the action pushes me over the edge. A pussy mechanic…that’s what he is. I’m writhing like a demon is being exorcised from my body. Linda Blair ain’t got nothin’ on me. I scream his name as I come violently against his lips, shaking from head to toe. When he leans over me, I’m still twitching, gasping for breath.
“You…you’re…ama…zing,” I manage to get out between breaths.
I tug him to me, hungrily latching on to his lips, tasting myself on him. I reach for his button, and again, he pulls away. He sighs in exasperation, grabbing his crotch. With a shake of his head, he walks off to the bathroom. When the water comes on, I realize he’s taking a cold shower.There’s that discipline Mannie told me about.
Poor thing. I won’t mess with him anymore.I can’t be naked when he comes back. In the dark, I make my way over to his chest of drawers and grab a T-shirt. I slip it over my head, fix the sheets, and climb back into bed. When he walks back in, he turns the light on, and I watch him as he moves around the room, salivating over his perfect physique. That’s when I notice the shopping bags in the corner of the room – Saks, Nordstrom, Neiman Marcus, and Barney’s.
“Someone went shopping! Did you get me anything?”
He gestures toward the bags, indicating I should take a look.He reallydidget me something?I hop out of bed and walk over to them, eyeing the two Victoria’s Secret bags I missed before. Picking them up, I move back to the bed.
“I somehow think the contents of these bags are more for you than for me.” I smile over at him.
While I’m rummaging through the Vicky’s bags—a mass of panties and bras in different colors, styles, and fabrics—he places the others on the bed. I glance at him out of the corner of my eyes.
“They’re all for me?” I ask in disbelief.
All I get is a smile and a view of his back as he walks into the bathroom.I guess Christmas came early this year!I dump everything onto the bed. There are jeans, tops, skirts, shorts, casual dresses, jackets, sexy nightgowns, sandals, and a pair of Nikes. How much did all this cost?
Feeling his gaze on me, I look up and find him watching me from the bathroom door. He moves toward me with a concerned frown.
“What’s all this for?”
