Page 29 of Stitch
He caught my wrist just before I touched him.
“I told you. I’m not normal down there now. I’m…” he swallowed hard, “…less than a man now.”
“Bullshit. You’re all man, Stitch, and even if you are different down there than you were before, you’re still hard as a rock for me, and I want you inside me. Are you really going to let me down?”
He let out a curse and lifted both hands, threading them through my hair, holding me in place.
“You’re a fucking temptation, Camille, but I’m losing the will to keep resisting.”
“So don’t. I want you, regardless of anything except who you are, and who I am. Touch me, Stitch, I’m wet. I’m wet for you.”
He let out a low growl, and turned us, pushing me against the wall, as his lips came back down on mine. He wasn’t gentle. He was all aggression. All frustration. All intensity.
One hand slid between my legs, and his fingers slid easily inside me. I groaned and writhed against his fingers, trying to ride them, trying to get the friction from them that I desperately needed.
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She was so fuckingenticing, and I was weak, so holding back was suddenly impossible as she writhed about on my fingers, and let out those ragged moans. I’d heard them on the phone, but it was nothing like hearing them in the flesh. I trailed kisses down her neck, and buried my face there, breathing in the sweet scent of her, before I sank my teeth into her skin and pinched on her clit.
She came undone right there, pinned between the wall and my body, with my teeth still grazing her shoulder and my fingers buried deep inside her.
“Oh god, Stitch…”
I grinned, and kissed her shoulder, her throat, her jaw, and finally her lips again.
“I like how it feels when you come on my fingers, Camille. I think I want to feel it with my tongue next.”
She shuddered, and gripped my wrist, as I withdrew my fingers.
“Stitch, please, come to bed with me.”
I glanced at the window, where light was starting to tease the darkness away.
“It’s morning.”
She lifted my fingers to her lips, and ran her tongue over them, tasting herself on my skin, while I ached to feel her tongue on my dick, on my…fuck… I backed away and she let me.
“Something hits you sometimes, when you seem like you’re into me, you suddenly seem to kind of, slump. Stitch, tell me. In fact, tell me in bed. We’re going there for a while, until the sun’s fully up. We’ll decide which bucket list things todo first.”
She towed me up the stairs to her room, and I wasn’t fighting anymore, because I wanted just something normal and real, and not death-related, like holding a fucking woman in bed.
Camille reached up and helped me out of my cut first, laying it carefully, almost reverently on the bedside table. Next she tugged my t-shirt from my jeans and lifted it until I took over and lifted it over my head.
“See? Isn’t that better already?” Camille pressed her hands against my bare chest, and dragged her nails lightly over my skin, making it tingle beneath her touch. She hadn’t even gone for my pierced nipple, which surprised me because she’d shown such an interest in… oh hell…
She leaned closer, and ran her tongue around the piercing, teasing my nipple, then lightly tugging on the piercing with her lips.
“Jesus…”
She lifted those gorgeous big eyes to mine.
“You said you like it touched, and licked, and oh… what was the third one… oh right. Sucked.” She wrapped her mouth around the piercing and sucked on my nipple, and I couldn’t hold back the groan of pleasure that time.
“You keep doing that, and I’m gonna make a schoolboy mistake.”
“That’s all it’d take to make you come, Stitch? I thought I’d have to work harder than that.”
She sucked on my pierced nipple again, but one of those sneaky hands started stroking me through my jeans. Fuck me… it was everything I could want, and yet…
