“Good, weird?”
He considers and then nods after a moment. “Yeah. Good weird.” He hesitates another second, like he might say more, but then turns around and walks into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.
I quickly strip off my jeans and tank top, then rub a little of my warm vanilla sugar lotion onto my skin before sliding under my covers.
This turn of events seems so surreal. I feel my heart beating with both excitement and nervousness, and yes, also the hum of desire that's running through my veins from the kiss just before. I can still feel the tingling on my lips from the pressure of his mouth and the stubble lining his cheeks and jaw.
A few minutes later, Cam comes out of the bathroom. I happily watch as he goes and turns off the lamp in the living room for me and then comes in and turns the bedroom light off before taking his pants and shirt off and getting into the bed beside me, shifting over to wrap an arm around my waist.
And then, he freezes.
“Jaz.” His voice comes out strained.
“Yeah?”
His fingers lightly trail over a section of my skin, checking. “Why are you naked?”
“I'm not. I have underwear on.”
The puff of air he lets out tickles the back of my neck. “Why are you naked except for your panties?” he asks, now gripping my hip.
“This is how I sleep,” I answer. “You're only wearing boxer briefs. What's the big deal?”
Groaning, he rolls onto his back. “You're killing me.”
I can't help the smirk that pulls at my lips. “You've turned me down while drunk. I think you can handle it.”
He has me on my back in one swift move, his lower half pressing into me while he uses his forearms to hold himself up above me. “That was the beginning of the end for me. Ever since my mouth was on yours the first time, every second in your presence has had my willpower crumbling away.”
His body is radiating such heat that I'm surprised his skin doesn't burn my fingers when I touch it.
Our breaths mingle together in the space between us. And it just feelsright, having him here like this with me. This is the type of intimacy that I've been craving with someone, withhim.
The moonlight is shining in through the window, so I can make out his features now, the sharp definition of his jaw, the straight nose, his unfairly full lips, even the little scar through his eyebrow. But my eyes hadn't adjusted to the darkness before he slipped under the covers, soIwasn't able to see the rest of his body.
I can surefeelit pressed against me, though.
His dick is nestled perfectly between my legs, thick and hard, placing pressure right on my clit that causes it to pulse.
I keep thinking about those words he said to me earlier, and it seems to have sent my mind into a dirty place that it's not ready to come out from yet. I consider myself to be a reasonably average sexual person, at least before these last few months, but I've never had anyone talk so crudely to me the way he did. And I have to say, I think I really liked it.
Looking into his heated gaze, I lift my hands to run my fingertips down his muscular back. It causes a shiver to run through him that has his hips jerking in response, rubbing over my sensitive bud.
“Again,” I whisper, closing my eyes. And surprisingly, he does it. I'm so incredibly turned on right now. Just the slightest friction has my clit throbbing with a need that demands to be satisfied. “Again.”
A quiet, tortured groan rumbles out of him as he drops his forehead to mine. “I'm not going to fuck you,” he repeats his earlier statement, although this time, it seems to be directed more so to himself.
His declaration still doesn't stop him from grinding against me again and then again, increasing in pressure each time he does it. My legs open further, and our breaths quicken.
How is it that this feels so good? It hasn't beenthatlong, has it? Thepleasure buzzing through meishow I imagined it could be with him, but we're not even having sex.
“That feel good?” he whispers, to which I nod almost deliriously.
He lowers his head, capturing my lips without letting up on his thrusting, and I can feel the pressure building within me. Our tongues move and tangle together in a desire-filled kiss. I grip at his back, his arms, his ass, anywhere I can reach as the overwhelming sensations continue, settling finally on threading my fingers into his thick hair.
I can feel a light sheen of sweat forming on my skin as we continue grinding together over our underwear like we're teenagers. His lips leave my mouth to trail open-mouthed kisses down my neck before he bites into my flesh. The sudden slight sting sends tingles down my body, shooting straight to my core and almost sending me over the edge.
A soft moan passes my lips as I drop my hands, now gripping at the sheet below me.
