Page 59 of Building Romance
“It’s…enormous,” she whispers as she stands in the middle of the room and spins with her arms out.
I feel my lips twitch but I’m too desperate to be inside her right now to be distracted by her amusing antics.
I walk up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist. We stare at each other in our reflection in the mirror. I splay my hand possessively over her abdomen and for a flash of a second I imagine an entire life with her. Children, a home, vacations, a shared bakery, late-night laughing, and passionate sex.
I blink away the thought faster than it emerged from the recesses of my mind.
“What?” Cam asks, raising her face to peer up at me from beneath her lashes.
“Nothing,” I lie as I lean down to kiss her, hoping it will make us both forget whatever it was I just did or thought.
She turns in my arms and I decide we need a distraction. I pull her top off over her head. She kicks off her shoes. I unbutton her jeans and push them and her underwear down her creamy thighs until they fall to the ground and I’m on bended knee. She undoes her bra and it falls next to us. She puts a hand on my shoulder as she pulls her foot from her socks, jeans, and underwear and then does it with the other foot, kicking the clothing to the side.
I look up at her. She watches me with a smirk and I return it while kissing her between her legs. Her skin pebbles telling me that no matter how calm, cool, and collected she pretends to be, she’s not immune to my touch.
I continue to lick and suck the wet flesh until her hands grip my hair and her body trembles.
“Fletcher,” she groans. I grin against her. She needs more.
I stand and she tugs at my buttons on my shirt. I assist and we slowly remove my clothing.
When we’re both standing naked, I lift her and set her on my bed. I decide I want a show tonight. Instead of crawling up the bed, I sit behind her and pull her back against my front. I hook her legs over mine and spread them wide.
We both stare at our reflection in the mirror in front of the bed.
I reach down separating her folds, running my finger up and down, and coating it in her wetness. My skin glistens with it as I skin two fingers into her. Her mouth falls open but her gaze stays locked on the erotic scene in front of us.
I lean my mouth to her ear. “Look how fucking perfect you are,” I whisper as I start moving my fingers in and out of her heat.
It’s like my personal wet dream. I’ve done things like this before, but somehow it feels different tonight.
She moans as I stretch her, so I can penetrate deeper. I begin to work her harder and faster until I feel her muscles clench around me and her eyes squeeze shut as she cries out my name. I watch her release coat my fingers. Slowly, I pull them free and bring them to my mouth to taste her again. Fuck, this is hot and I want so much more with her.
I flip her over and we stare at each other as I sink inside and then remember I need a damn condom. Shit.
I pull out and her brows furrow.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, her legs wrapped around me.
“Condom,” I say as I look down and see my wet dick.
Her eyes search mine. “We probably should, but…” Her voice trails off and I look down at her.
“What?” I ask.
“When were you last with someone?” she asks and I roll to the side, so I’m not on top of her.
“About three or four months ago,” I admit. It was a hookup with a woman I used to see periodically when I was in London.
“And did you have any checkups since then?” she inquires.
“Yes. I had a full annual exam and bloodwork about a month ago,” I answer still confused as to why we are discussing this.
She nods and presses her lips together. “It’s been a long time for me. But I’ve had some health stuff that requires I take birth control,” she says.
“Health stuff?” I ask.
She nods. “I get really bad cramps and some other issues surrounding my period. There’s not a lot doctors could do for it, but taking the pill does help a bit, so I do it.”
