Page 62 of Hard Rock Sin
"Shut up," I said, flustered both by his words and by his touch.
"It's cute."
"It was on sale."
"I didn't say I didn't like it." He stroked the bare skin of my back, skimming over the elastic of my bra, up and down. "But I think I'd like it better if it was off."
He traced a circle around the clasps with a questioning noise. I nodded. With deft fingers he unsnapped the bra.
I shrugged out of the straps and let it fall to the floor. I fought to ignore the reason why he was so experienced at undoing bras with one hand.
With my breasts exposed, I felt even more nervous than I had before. Cameron didn't give me time for the anxiety to kick in full force. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the exposed skin of my cleavage. Shivers ran through me.
He kissed my left nipple, then my right. They tightened and peaked under his lips. He sucked one into his mouth and I gasped from the unfamiliar pleasure. Eyes squeezed shut, I buried my hands in his hair and tugged him closer.
Moving from one to the other, he sucked and licked with his lips and tongue. My hips began to rock unconsciously as the sensations went straight to my core.
His hands moved from my hips to my thighs, brushing the bare skin below the hem of my skirt. I trembled, anticipating.
But he didn't move his hands further up. He returned his attention to my breasts, using his thumbs to stroke the soft skin of my inner thighs.
The combined onslaught was enough to have me squirming and panting. My panties were becoming even more soaked. He had barely done anything yet.
Cameron was as affected as I was. His hardness pressed firmly against the zipper on his jeans. I rolled my hips, grinding down against him.
Cameron groaned.
"What did I tell you about taking it slow?" he murmured against my skin.
My only answer was to take his hand and press it between my legs, under my skirt.
He inhaled a sharp breath as he found my wet panties. He bit out a muffled cursed.
"You're killing me," he said.
"Touch me. Please."
He traced the valley between my legs with the knuckles on the back of his hand. I squeaked, an embarrassing sound.
"Have you ever—?" he began to ask.
"No. Not even this. I mean, by myself, yeah…" I flushed but continued on. "But not with anyone else."
"I'll go slow."
With the speed of a melting glacier, Cameron slipped a hand under the elastic of my panties. The tips of his fingers found the small bud between my thighs. I gasped loudly as he pressed down with a thumb. I nearly orgasmed from that touch alone.
"Oh fuck," I choked.
Cameron hummed a pleased sound and repeated the motion. I rocked back and forth unconsciously.
As his thumb played with me, his fingers continued their search. They slipped between my lower lips and found what they were looking for. I nearly flew apart when one finger traced my entrance.
"Is this okay?" he asked.
The bucking of my hips urging him on was the only answer I could give. I was incapable of words.
Slowly, ever so slowly, he slid that finger inside me. I moaned. The rasp of his rough skin against my inner walls was a revelation. I felt myself throbbing around him, muscles contracting in waves.
