“What do you need, beautiful?” Releasing my hair, he curls his body over mine again and uses one arm to hold me against him while the other snakes down the front of me to rub over my clit. “Do you want my fingers as well?”
“Yes,” I breathe out.
Back and forth, his fingers dance while he continues thrusting from behind. Our slick bodies move together, and it only takes seconds more for me to be hurled over the cliffs of pleasure, already having been primed before his fingers joined in.
Blinding lights cover my vision despite it being dark in here. Pure ecstasy pulses through my veins, taking me to what feels like another existence, and I cry out. Every one of my nerves shakes and spasms, almost like an electric current is running through me.
“That's a good girl.” I hear the whispered words from Cam, but it's almost like they came from far away.
I'm vaguely aware of the erratic breathing coming from behind my head and the jerky movements of Cam as he begins to come undone. When I finally come floating back into myself, Cam is grunting out his release, his grip on me like iron while his head drops between my shoulder blades. I feel him shaking against me while his dick throbs inside me. I clench tighter around him, trying to heighten his pleasure, and then feel his body shiver.
“Fuck.” He pushes in a few more times before holding still, making sure he's completely milked dry before pulling out.
Our sweaty bodies collapse over the back of the couch and Cam pulls me to him, burying his head in my hair while our harsh, heavy breaths fill the apartment.
A moment later, once we've calmed down, I feel Cam's hand stroke gently up my spine, and then I hear the whispered words from his lips that were so quiet, it was as if I wasn't meant to hear them. Like he thought speaking them into my hair would keep them buried, hidden from my ears and from the world. But I heard every single one of them.
“I don't ever want to lose you.”
CHAPTER 27
JASMINE
Warm fingers lazily make a trek from my shoulder down to my elbow and then back again. Twenty-three times I've counted it. And still, I pretend to be asleep, keeping my eyes closed and enjoying the sleepy caresses.
I have to be at work in a couple of hours, but I have no intentions of getting out of this bed any time soon. I no longer get up early just to clean or run errands. I'm also not working as much as I did before, and I couldn't be happier about it. I was evenlateone morning, which had never happened to me before.
Cam started working with his cousin two weeks ago, and although he appeared to have a rough couple of days – especially the day after he turned up at my place at three in the morning, which was also the day I was late – hesayshe's enjoying it. I'm not sure if I believe him entirely, but until he says otherwise, I'll leave it.
He seems to be better about communicating things and generally answers when I ask a question, but I haven't quite worked up the courage to ask about his parents or family. I feel like that's a touchy subject.
My thoughts are interrupted by the ceased movements on my skin, and then an arm is snaking around my waist to pull me flush against his body. “I know you're awake,” he whispers in my ear, causing a trail of goosebumps to shoot down my arm. When I don't respond but continue to keep my eyes closed, he nips my earlobe. “Hmm, I guess not.”
Trailing his fingers over my body, he circles around a nipple before giving it a squeeze. The pinch shoots straight to my core, and I have to bite back a moan at the sensation. He circles it a few more times before his fingers continue on, barely touching my skin as they make their way down to my sex. I can feel my body heating, a flush spreading from the inside at the anticipation of him stroking me there, yet I still don't open my eyes.
He only teases me, though, purposely leaving my clit alone while he touches the rest, not letting me get even close to being satisfied until I acknowledge him.
Finally, with a frustrated growl, I reach down and push his fingers to where they should be.
A quiet chuckle vibrates against my neck, confirming he was indeed just messing with me. “What do you want, Jaz? My hands, my mouth, or my cock?”
A breathy moan escapes me as he rubs over the sensitive ball of nerves with his thumb. “All of the above.”
He chuckles again, low, sexy. “Greedy girl.” Then he's pushing two fingers in, pumping them slowly. “But that's okay. I'm greedy for you, too.”
His erection is already pressing into me, but he jerks his hips further into my ass for emphasis, increasing the pressure of his fingers at the same time. Desire courses through me, my heart rate along with my breathing increasing in speed.
This guy.
It was never just about lust or scratching an itch for me. Something about him intrigued me from the beginning, and although my heart attached itself to him without even knowing him fully, I feel the more I've gotten to know him, the stronger those strings tethered to him have become.
I'm falling for him.
He pulls his fingers out a minute later and draws them into his mouth, licking them clean, and then he pushes me onto my back, laying kisses all over my body as he crawls down between my legs.
Just as he gets settled, my phone starts ringing.
We both ignore it, him running his nose along my inner thigh, inhaling as he goes, while I try to keep my eyes open and focused on him.
