Page 70 of Beyond the Cage
“Oh, God. Yes!”
When he eats, he eats! He goes for seconds, thirds, licks the plate clean then smacks his lips. I wouldn’t have it any other way. He trails his tongue along my lips and curls his arms around my thighs, getting comfortable. Then, he closes his mouth around my throbbing clit, sucking, and swirling his tongue simultaneously.
“Fuck!” I clutch at his hair to keep him where he is. “Right there!”
His arms tighten around my thighs and he sucks harder. I think I would hover above the bed if he wasn’t holding me down. My hips are engaged in a futile fight against his grip. He laps at my clit like a thirsty dog laps at water, and it’s just too much. I can’t…I just can’t…
“Cameron!”
Before the spasms overtake me, he slides inside me. He moans as my body explodes. With a grunt, he leans forward and sinks his teeth into my shoulder. That sends another ripple through my body and triggers a second, smaller orgasm. He starts to move, and I don’t know if it’s because of the greatness I just endured but…he feels different…better different…amazingdifferent! He slips out of me and I reach down to quickly return him to his rightful place. That’s when I feel it – no condom. He watches me, waiting for my reaction.Fuck it.
“Pull out.”
He nods and I guide him back inside me. He moves slowly, pulling almost all the way out then pushing deep.Oh, God. That fucking piercing! That does it. Only pierced dick for me from now on. Fuck!Calling on what I’ve come to refer to as his signature move, he goes as deep as possible, burying himself completely, and presses against me. I arch my back and grab his shoulders, feeling absolutely, delectably full. I smile up at him when he makes no attempt to move.
“Feels good, doesn’t it? It’s all yours, baby. This pussy is all yours.”
He growls, scooping me off the bed, and I wrap my arms around his neck, my legs around his hips. As he moves around the bed, he sucks my nipple into his mouth, clamping his lips around it as he slowly releases it. He positions himself in the middle of the bed, his back against the headboard.
“Oh, you want me to do all the work?” I ask with a grin.
The corners of his lips curl up into a smile, and he smacks my ass. I scramble off him and turn around, straddling him reverse cowgirl-style. As I slide down his dick, he moans. Pulling me against his chest, he cups my breasts as I move back and forth. He massages them, tweaking the sensitive peaks while his teeth graze my back. His hand slides down my stomach and his fingers seek out my clit, rubbing my poor flesh into submission.
“Cameron…”
I take his hand and guide it to my lips, licking and sucking my juices from his fingers. His arm tightens around my waist and, without warning, he jumps off the bed. Shit! I must be a sight, dangling in front of him, but I know what’s coming. Doggy style. I position my legs so I end up on my hands and knees when he places me on the bed. His strong hands slide down my sides and grip my hips as he begins to move. He finds a wonderful rhythm, going to the left, right, top, and bottom. My vaginal walls delight in the sweet assault. Pushing me closer to the bed, he angles down, hitting my G-spot.
“Oh, God!”
I reach around and grab his wrist as I come, tightening my muscles around him as my pussy spasms. He pulls out and I collapse on the bed, feeling his warm cum jetting onto my ass. Wrung out, I watch him as he walks to the bathroom and returns with a wet washcloth. After he cleans me up, I crawl under the covers and wait for him. He climbs in behind me and pulls me against him. His arm around my waist rests on top of mine, and he toys with the ring on my finger.
“Cameron?” He squeezes my hand in acknowledgement. I turn in his embrace and peek up at him. “Do you think…you’ll ever talk to me?”
He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. When he opens them, they reflect an overwhelming sadness.
“I’m not trying to pressure you or anything but…I just want to hear your voice. I want what all women want.” His brows knit together in confusion and I gather the courage to move forward. “I want you to…tell me that I’m beautiful… to…whisper sweet nothings in my ear when we’re making love. I want you to tell me…”That you love me.“How you feel.”
He turns away from my gaze, lies on his back, and stares up at the ceiling. I can see this is hard for him, too. There have been many moments when he seemed as if he wanted to say something but held back. It only intensifies my curiosity as to why he doesn’t talk. What could have happened to cause it? Did anything even happen, or is it just a personal preference? With a deep sigh, I lay my head on his chest.
“It’s okay. I’ll wait until you’re ready.”
CHAPTER 18
The rules for parents are but three…love, limit, and let them be. – Elaine M. Ward
Nervous as hell, I sit and drum my nails on the table. Where is Cameron? I hope he doesn’t show up late. That wouldnotbe good.
“Jasmine, stop that.”
“Sorry, Dad.”
That’s right. Dad. It’s the night before my graduation and my parents are here…and we’re waiting for Cameron. My dad is watching TV and my mom is sitting at the other end, her feet in his lap. Her hair is loose around her shoulders, her smooth, milk chocolate skin glowing. She turns to me with eyes like mine.
“Don’t mind him, he’s just grouchy. Now, David, behave.”
As usual, he calms down. Mom always knows how to deal with him. Don’t get me wrong; she doesn’t control him, she just knows how to appease him. I don’t think I’ve encountered two people more in love. She’s always called him her ‘white chocolate’, which caused me a whole lot of embarrassment growing up. But I see why she was drawn to him. He’s a handsome man. I can only imagine what he was like back when they met. He’s six feet tall, lean, and has the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen. His brown hair has a habit of falling into his eyes in a boyish way, but with a jerk of his head, he’ll toss it back into place. I walk around them and sit on the coffee table facing them.
“Before he gets here, there’s something I should tell you.”
