Page 92 of Feeling the Heat: Part One
Is she going to make me watch her get off while I can’t do anything? Damn, I kinda want that.
To my relief and disappointment, she removes her hand after a moment and brings her slick-coated fingers back to my cock. When she strokes me again, it feels so fucking good that my hips buck up into her grip.
Camille removes her hand again, glaring at me. “Behave.”
Fuck me, I almost come right then and there.
“S-sorry. I’ll be good.” I have to grit my teeth as she goes back to fisting my cock, pausing occasionally to gather more of her slick to lube me up. I desperately want to suggest she take her underwear off and apply her slick to me directly, but I stay silent, begging her for more with my eyes and low groans.
When her grip tightens and she brushes the sensitive underside of my cockhead with her thumb on each stroke, the telltale tingle at the base of my spine starts to form.
“Fuck, Cami, I’ll come if you keep doing that.”
The heated grin she gives me as she looks up from my cock and into my pleading eyes is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. “Don’t come until I tell you to.”
She doesn’t change her strokes at all, letting out a giggle when I grunt and tense to keep my orgasm at bay. Camille watches my face as it twists, her lips parted and cheeks bright pink with excitement.
I’m seconds away from coming when she abruptly lets go.
“Fuck,” I groan, panting as I try to regain some of my composure before she starts again.
“I understand now why you enjoy doing this to me,” Camille says with a soft, slightly cruel laugh. She unclasps her bra, letting her gorgeous breasts spill free, cupping them with a soft sigh. Daring me with her ardent gaze to move my hands.
Fuck, I want to. Ineedto. But my desire to be good wins out.
She takes her underwear off next, and the scent of her slick is so potent I groan.
I clasp my hands together tightly to keep from moving them. “Goddamn, Cami, you’re so sexy.”
For once, she doesn’t shy away from my compliment. She just gives me another filthy smile as she palms her breast. My mouth falls open as she moves down off the bed, kneeling between my spread thighs that dangle off the edge.
My muscles tense as she leans forward so those perfect tits brush against my weeping cock.
“How long do you think you can last?” she asks, cupping her breasts with her hands and wrapping them around my dick.
“I… Fuck, I don’t know. Not long. I’m really close.” My voice sounds raw as I stare down at her.
Her little pout at my answer makes my cock pulse. “Hmm, I guess we’ll have to work on that.”
It takes all my willpower not to thrust up as she moves her tits up and down my shaft. Fuck, they’re so big that they wrap around it easily and her slick makes the soft flesh feel almost as good as her pussy.
Barely thirty seconds pass before I’m on the edge again. When Camille sticks her tongue out and hovers it above where the tip of my cock juts up between her breasts, I lose it.
“Please, please can I come?” I pant, the need for release almost painful.
Camille’s eyelashes flutter like she’s the one on the edge of orgasm, and she nods, letting my tip slide into her mouth on the next downstroke of her tits.
“Fuck, thank you. Thank you, omega.” I erupt, cum splashing in hot jets across her tongue and chin, and spilling down onto her breasts as she works me through my release.
When she’s wrung everything from me, and I shudder from overstimulation, she pulls back and hurries up beside me to undo my cuffs. Our eyes meet as I sit up and test my wrists now that they’re free, and Camille wipes at the cum on her chin.
A grin forms on both our lips, followed by her delighted laughter and my own deep, slightly stunned chuckle.
“Well, that was fun,” I say, glad she doesn’t feel weird after trying something new for both of us.
“It really was.” Her eyes soften and my heart flutters. “I’m not surprised, though. Everything with you has been wonderful.”
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