Page 96 of Beyond the Cage
I quiver as he presses his lips to my skin, moving at a snail’s pace down to my sternum. Sliding my hand through his hair, I try to urge him along, but he’s not having it.
“I love your skin, your scent…” Moving to the curve of my waist, he growls and bites into my flesh. “I fucking love your body.”
He buries his face in my neck once more, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine.
“Since I took that vow, I’ve never met anyone who made me want to break it. Not until you.”
I moan, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“Every time I got inside you, I wanted to shout every compliment I could think of.” Sliding his way back down my body, he parts my thighs. “You’re always so wet,” he says, gliding his thumb across my clit. “Your taste…” He slips his thumb inside me. “‘Honey’ is the perfect name, because you have the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted.”
“Oh, God…” I clench around his thumb, needing him inside me.
When his tongue swipes at my clit, my entire body trembles. “Cameron…” I grab a handful of his hair, pressing his lips into my pussy. As his tongue swirls, his thumb pumps in and out, intensifying the sensations racing through my body. He moans, pulling my clit into his mouth, sucking on my tender flesh.
“Fuck! I’m –”
He halts, ripping my orgasm away from me. I groan like a petulant child, and he leans over me again.
“Not yet. You’re going to come on my dick.”
Fuck. I thought his sex was great before, but add in that heavenly voice of his? Fucking amazing. “Yes, I need you in–” I moan as he enters me with one, smooth stroke. “…side me…”
“So fucking tight,” he groans.
“You’re really making up for lost time, huh?”
“I am. Before the night is over, you’re going to hear everything I’ve been holding in since I met you.”
“First things first.” I wrap my legs around his hips, pulling him in to me.
“You got it, beautiful.”
He starts to move, and I get lost in him. The events of the last few days fade away and all that’s left is this – us, in this moment. Just two people in love, expressing it in the most basic but also most profound way. My moans and whimpers mix with his groans and grunts, the sound of our bodies colliding playing a song as old as time. I grab at his back, dragging my nails against his skin when sound is not enough to express my pleasure.
Cameron curls one arm around my thigh, planting the other on the bed by my shoulder, working his hips in a circular motion. Gripping him with my muscles, I match his movements.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans, increasing his speed.
Standing upright, the hand from the bed splays on my stomach, and his thumb presses down on my clit, making tight circles.
“Cameron!”
“I love when you scream my name.”
Yeah, well, I’ll be screaming it again pretty soon.Feeling my orgasm quickly approaching, I clench around him, gripping the sheets. “I’m coming. I’m coming…Cameron!” I cry out, my body convulsing beneath his.
“Jasmine!”
He grunts and, for the first time, I think we came together. The fact that he came with my name on his lips makes it even more earth-shattering.
Breathing heavily, he leans in and pulls my nipple into his mouth, circling it with his tongue before collapsing on top of me. When his breathing calms, he picks me up, throws the covers back, and climbs in, cradling me in his arms. I pull the covers over us and settle against him once more, my head on his chest.
“Want me to shut up yet?” He chuckles.
“Never.”
He sighs in contentment, tightening his arm around me. “I love you, Jasmine.”
