“But?” she prompted. He didn’t know if he imagined the hope in her voice, or if he was just projecting.
“But...” He sighed, at last letting his gaze trail over her body the way he constantly wanted to. “Damn it, Cami, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to touch you.”
Saying it aloud was like shucking a weighted vest. He could breathe without struggling, stand straighter. And unless he was further gone than he thought, something similar was happening to Cami. She inhaled, her stance wavering like she was struggling not to lean into him.
“Des,” she breathed. “Please.”
When his mouth found hers, a flood of warmth drenched his insides like a tsunami striking shore as if his blood rose up inside of him, bubbling with the heat of her lips. His fingers found her hip and gripped her. The other hand, he threaded into her hair. He held her flush against him, and for a long moment, he didn’t try to deepen the kiss. Instead, he savored the feel of her lips, soft, damp, and pliable. Then he shifted his thumb, only slightly, but enough to slip under the hem of her shirt and press against her skin. That was all it took, that barest of touches, for her to gasp against his mouth.
His restraint snapped. He curled his fingers in her hair into a fist and the ones on her hip squeezed. She didn’t pull away, didn’t stop him. She wanted this as badly as he did. He only held her so close because he’d wanted to touch her for so long. Now that his hands were on her, it would be hell to let her go.
The ferocity of his need stunned her at first, but she seemed to come back to herself quickly enough. She threw her arms around his neck, arcing her body against his so much she almost bent backward over the couch. Her tongue swept through his mouth, and when he pawed her ass in response, she groaned like she had when he’d fucked her with that godforsaken dildo. She was as frantic as he was, hiking her leg up to hook her knee on his hip.
They didn’t part to breathe. Their kiss only broke for seconds at a time, just long enough to pant in enough air to keep them going for another taste. It was only when she rocked against the throbbing ridge of his erection that his attention shifted, lipsdrifting down her jaw to mouth at her neck. “Let me fuck you, Cami, please.”
“God, yes,” she gasped, her voice shredded, “Please, Des, I need?—”
She cut herself off, unable to articulate what she wanted. She told him instead with hot puffs of air against his ear, with the dig of her nails into his shoulders, and with the demanding grind of her body across his lap.
It was artless and desperate, the way he pushed her butt onto the back of the sofa and her skirt over her hips. He just shoved her panties to the side, unable to pull away far or long enough to take them off. When he slid his fingers between her thighs, he wasted a moment to test her wetness on the pads of his fingers before he slid them into her, as deeply as he could manage. Her breath hitched against his mouth, the sound punctuated with a squeak that shouldn’t have been as sexy as it was.
She was hot and slick against his fingers, and for a moment, he was dizzied by the realization that he was touching her at last. He’d seen her come before, relished the whiny little gasps she made when something felt good, but it had always been one of his goddamn toys. What a stupid idea that had been. How stupid he’d been to think he could keep his hands off her.
“Cami,” he breathed. He felt more than saw her nod, took it to mean she knew how misguided they’d been to try to avoid this. When he crooked his fingers up, swiped his thumb over her clit, her hips jerked toward him. Her wordless encouragement rushed another swell of need through him, and he pulsed behind his zipper. Avoiding this so long had been his stupidest mistake. Now that he knew what she felt like inside, he’d never be able to control himself again.
He cursed against her lips, was barely able to summon the willpower to pull his fingers from her lush body to delve them into his back pocket. He fumbled his wallet open, spillingneedless bullshit over her floor in an attempt to free the condom he’d stowed there. The wallet fell away, too, when he found the foil packet, one hand moving to unzip his pants and unbuckle his belt. She had the same idea, her fingers tangling with his, and she smiled at their mutual eagerness.
Like an overzealous high school kid, he shoved his pants out of the way and to the floor. “Hurry up,” he heard, and he had to stifle a laugh at how spoiled she sounded.
“Don’t rush me,” he scolded, but he did slide the condom over his shaft with a bit more haste than usual.
“Finally.” It came out like an exhale as she reached for him, grabbing him by the hips and pulling him firmly between her legs. She took hold of his shoulders for balance as he hooked his hand under her knee, the other taking hold of his cock.
Once he was in place, the blunt head of him brushing the lips of her pussy, her grip flexed, nails digging into his shoulders. Even through the latex, the damp warmth of her seeped into his skin.
When he couldn’t take the wait any longer, he pushed into her, one long thrust straight home. Like it had the first time he’d slid that dildo into her, a high-pitched, needful noise escaped her throat; this time, though, it was punctuated with something deeper. Her hips shifted, like she couldn’t get him in far enough, like she needed him to consume every inch of her. His heart thudded in his chest, swelling with fondness for the pure, undiluted way she craved his touch.
He settled into a rhythm, quick but thorough, never pulling all the way out because he’d spent too much time not inside of her. His mouth landed on the sweet curve of her neck, his free hand shoving up under her shirt to find her breast. He pushed the satin cup of her bra out of the way and laid his hand over her, to feel her nipple pebble against his palm and the racing thud of her heart against her chest. She made the sweetest little noiseswhen he fucked her, noises he swallowed when she steered his mouth to hers with delicate fingers on his jaw.
“You gonna come for me, Cami?” he asked against her mouth. For a brief, confusing moment, she tensed but that melted away when he began to rub her clit again.
“Yes,” she breathed, her fingers skirting from his jaw to the back of his head, entwining in his hair.
“You feel so good.” His thumb moved in tight decisive circles over her, his speed picking up in time with her panting. Her other hand, hanging onto his shoulder as hard as she could manage, shifted until she could dig her fingernails into him. It stung even through his shirt, damp with sweat and sticking to his chest, but he relished the pain because it meant she, too, was having trouble containing the immensity of the pleasure coursing through her.
Finally, she came, clenching around his shaft so tight that it was all he could do to hold back long enough for the waves of her orgasm to subside. He fucked her all the way through it, doing his best to keep his pace even, and it was only when the nails in his shoulder unclenched that he let himself go. With his hand splayed between her shoulders, his face buried in her hair, he spilled into the condom, burying himself as deep inside her as he could get.
When the orgasm passed, his body went lax. He leaned on her, using her soft, sweet embrace to keep himself upright. Then, as soon as he was sure he could stay standing, he pulled back just far enough to kiss her again.
17
“Well,” Cami said, trying for levity, though she was still too breathless to manage it. “That was an experience.”
Des smiled against her cheek, and a pleasant tingle dripped down her spine as the pads of his fingers sifted through her hair.
“It certainly was.”
He waited a few more moments, allowing her to savor the bubble of afterglow around them, before he withdrew and stepped back to dispose of the condom. Now aware that she was still clothed and uncomfortably damp, she slid off the sofa.
