Page 48 of Challenge
My perfect, redheaded, innocent distraction who feels pretty fucking great pressed up against my backside.
I roll over so we’re facing each other, trying to be smooth and not ruffle the bed too much. She sighs with a little hitch in her voice and nuzzles into my chest, still completely out of it. It’s way too adorable, so I decide to sex up the moment.
I shift out of her grasp, propping myself on my hand to gaze down at her. Her face is relaxed as she moves into the fetal position, exhaling peacefully and tucking her hands under her chin. She’s completely on my side of the bed, and I didn’t have much room to begin with.
Biting my lip, I peel back the sheet and feast my eyes on her gloriously naked body. She’s curled into a ball so it’s mostly just creamy skin and curves; however, her sculpted legs tucked up into her evoke a flashback of them wrapped around my face last night. Plus, that arse…good God. I immediately fantasise about cupping it in the shower, in my kitchen, in the streets. Hell, anywhere she’d let me.
It’s all more than enough to get me excited.
I lower my head and blow a cool stream of air along her ribs. She squirms just as I place a soft kiss on her shoulder.
“Cam?” she whispers, her eyes fluttering open. She rolls onto her back, and her face brightens when she sees mine. Her makeup is smudged around her eyes and there are still hints of her red lipstick on her lips. She looks back over her shoulder and frowns at the rest of the empty bed. “I moved in my sleep, didn’t I?”
A laugh escapes me. “You could say that.”
“Did I wake you?” She looks insecure.
I want to wipe that emotion off her face, so I lean down and nuzzle her breasts. She cradles my head in her hands, and everything about her feels so good.
I turn and place a kiss to her palm. “Wake me any time you want.”
I shift myself over top of her, and she opens her legs to allow me room to tuck in. Her lip slips between her teeth as she watches me tilt my head and pull her soft nipple into my mouth. It hardens against my tongue. I look over to see the other one has also perked up and reach out to roll it between my fingers.
“Oh my God,” she groans when I roll my hips and press myself into her centre. Her body waves beneath me as her fingers slice through my hair, ruffling the length on top.
“Does that feel good?” I ask.
She nods eagerly.
I shift to the side of her and trail my fingertips around her nipple before cupping the heaviness of her breast in my hand. Her nipples are paler than any I’ve ever seen before, but perfect in that angelic way she has about her. “Does that feel good?”
She nods again, so I continue moving my fingers down inches of creamy white skin and stop right at the top of her thighs. I teasingly skirt my touch along the top of her slit. “Does that feel good?”
Her hips pump into me and she sighs heavily while nodding her silent answer. I begin to palm her, massaging her smooth swell without slipping inside her folds. She inhales sharply as her feet squirm against the sheets.
She wants more. No more questions necessary.
I slide two fingers inside of her and connect our lips just as she lets out a throaty moan. She grips my head, firmly kissing me back, making no mistake of her gratitude.
My dick throbs against her thigh, and the ache is almost unbearable as she reaches down and grips me in her hand. I need to take my time with her, prep her, prime her, tease her. But then she does that thing with my balls that makes every drop of willpower I have evaporate.
“You need to stop touching me, Indie,” I groan.
“Why?” she gasps.
“Because there are things I need to do to make sure you’re ready.”
She stills instantly now that she knows my full intentions. Swallowing and nodding, she moves her hands away from me to grip the sheets. I make my way down the bed and position my face between her thighs. I am more than pleased to find she’s already damp; however, I need to make absolutely certain she’s prepped. I press my tongue to her opening and she begins groaning with needy desire.
As my tongue begins moving, her hands find my hair and comb through it in perfect sync with my rhythm. After last night, I already know the places that get her there the fastest, so there will be a lot less teasing this morning.
I slide two fingers back in, massaging her from the inside, relishing in the feel of her on me. She responds loudly and that encourages me to push a third finger in. I pause my tongue assault to focus on widening my touch inside of her. Watching her face, I crook my three digits to hit that special spot that sends most women over the edge.
“Camden,” Indie gasps loudly. Her hands fly into her hair in uncontrolled raptures. “I’m going to—”
I bring my thumb up and press hard against the area I know will set her off.
She screams my name again as she reaches down and holds my hand in place like she’s terrified if I move it, it’ll all stop. My face breaks into a proud smile at her desperate reaction to my touch.It’s fucking hot.
