Page 42 of Beyond the Cage
“What took you so long?”
He reaches into his pocket and hands me two slips of paper. They’re tickets to one of his matches this weekend.Ugh. I don’t really want to, but obviously he wants me there.
“Okay…but only for you. Chels will be back by then, so she’ll be thrilled.”
Wrapping his arms around my thighs, he buries his face in my stomach, inhaling deeply. I run my fingers through his hair and smile as he raises his gaze to mine.
“I smell like you. I like it.”
He steps back, raises his hand, and sniffs his armpit. I can’t help but laugh when he turns up his nose.
“Youdo notsmell!”
Waving me off, he heads for the bathroom.
“Silly.” I giggle, shaking my head.Hmm…another side to Mr. Jackson. Who would have guessed?
When he walks back in, there’s a towel wrapped around his hips. I watch him move across the room, my mouth gaping. Shit. Using the back of my hand, I check the corners of my lips for drool. Okay, I’m good. His body is simply…divine. My eyes rove over his protruding pectorals and down to the perfectly formed ridges of his abs. The desire to run my tongue in the grooves of his V-line boils inside me. He turns away, and I watch the muscles play in his back as he moves. Lying on my stomach, I place my palms on either side of my face and observe him. Every movement is like a touch to my most sensitive parts; that’s how strong his effect on me is. How can putting on deodorant be sexy? I don’t know, but the way he does it…
Our eyes meet and he gives me that knowing smile of his.
“I think I’m obsessed with your body.”
The smile turns into a smirk and he sticks his finger into the towel, letting it fall to the floor.
Fuck. Me. The perfection continues.He’s not aroused at all but still totally impressive. My breath catches and my pussy twitches. As he moves, his dick swings between his powerful thighs. Yeah, I have to check for drool again. Still good. This dude…he’s just walking around like he’s not completely naked. I know he’s aware of what he’s doing to me, the havoc he’s wreaking on my body. It’s only when he’s dressed in boxers and a T-shirt that I finally find my voice again.
“We match.”
After scrambling up the bed, I wait for him to settle in next to me. Cuddling up to him, I place my head on his chest, my arm around his waist, and throw my leg over his. His arm curls around my shoulder just as I bury my nose in his chest. He smells clean and fresh, and his skin is cool from his shower.
“Mm…” I moan. I swear there’s no better feeling than being in his arms. If only I didn’t have to move. “I have to leave soon for work.”
His arm tightens around me.
“I know. I don’t wanna leave.”
I move into my preferred position—on top of him—and nestle my face between his neck and shoulder. “You feel…sogood.”
Leaning in, I press my lips to his neck. His hands slide under my shirt and up my back. Oh, God…The Reaction. As my body shivers, I kiss him again and run my tongue along his neck. He moans and the sound urges me on. I increase the intensity of my kisses, sucking on his flesh. His palms press into my back, crushing me against his hard body. Switching sides, I trail my tongue up to his earlobe. It induces a sharp intake of breath. I kiss my way across his cheek and to his lips, a moan escaping from mine as he covers them with his. Palming the back of my head, he pulls me in to him, deepening the kiss, his tongue storming into my mouth and taking no prisoners. I fist my hand in his hair, rocking back and forth on his now-hard dick. Fuck, I need him inside me.
Reluctantly breaking away from him, I pull the shirt over my head. Biting his bottom lip in the sexiest way, he sits up, taking a breast in each hand and pulling my nipple into his mouth. I whimper as he moves from left to right and back again – massaging, licking, nipping, and sucking. It’s a sensual cycle that leaves both nipples taut.
What little patience I had runs out and I grasp the hem of his shirt, eagerly pulling it up. Lifting his hands, he allows me to drag it over his head. With it out of the way, I wrap my arms around his shoulders and pull him close. A shiver runs through my body as my tender nipples brush against his chest. The need to feel his skin on mine has intensified instead of being fulfilled. With my legs still wrapped around him, he pushes me backward onto the bed. His fingers curl into the waistband of my boxers and he slowly slides them down my thighs. I raise my hips to aid him, pulling one leg out, before he rids me of the garment. Breathing heavily, I stare up at him, anticipating his touch. I still can’t believe how strong our chemistry is. Without ever uttering a word to me, this man has captivated me in a way I never could have imagined. Maybe this is what I needed – an older, mature man who knows what he’s doing in and out of the bedroom.
He’s staring back at me, eyes intense, wrought with desire. Then, he touches me, skimming his fingers over my body – stomach, breasts, sides, thighs…featherlight touches that make me quiver. The need builds inside me with each caress. When his thumb brushes my clit, I cry out, yearning for more. And he gives it to me. As he continues to massage my clit, he slips a finger inside me. I grab the sheets as my hips thrust upward. Still, I want more. I don’t want to come like this. I want to feel him…feel the way my muscles contract around him.
“Stop.”
He regards me with a confused frown. Taking my outstretched arms, he pulls me up, and I cradle his face.
“From now on, I don’t want to come unless you’re inside me,” I tell him, staring into his eyes.
He turns his head to the side, kissing my palm before reaching into the drawer. I slide back to the bed, watching as he removes his boxers and rolls the condom on. He kneels between my legs, sliding inside me as he pushes them back toward my chest. I close my eyes, crying out as he stretches me. He pulls out and pushes all the way in with a moan. My breath catches and I bite my lip as he tests the limits of my body.Poor Honey. Wait, what am I saying? Honey loves it!He touches my cheek and I open my eyes, searching his face. With his index and middle fingers, he points to his eyes. He wants me to look into his eyes. I’ll try, but I don’t know how long I can last. He starts to move slowly, grinding against me, and I hold his stare even though my eyelids are fighting against me. The passion in his eyes is so intense, it causes my breathing to accelerate. I whimper as each stroke becomes harder and faster than the one before.
I can’t do it anymore. Closing my eyes, I throw my head back and grab the sheets.
“Cameron…”
