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‘Good girl,’ he groaned against me.
I expected him to stop, but he didn’t. He deepened his motions, shifting from my clit to the area around and below it, giving me a few moments to catch my breath while the intensity died down. My clit would be too sensitive for direct action, but he knew to give it a break while he wound me back up.
As I relaxed into his mouth, letting the sensation of his tongue beckon forth another wave of arousal, I touched his face. We were a far cry from the first time I’d tried, back in paradise after we’d shared the bed for the first time. After we’d started pretending. But when had the pretending turned into wanting him for real? Was it seeing him with his sister? Realising he wasn’t completely stone. Was it when he cared for me, even though we were at odds? Was it in the way he looked at me, like I was precious and wondrous and perfect?
I gasped as he slipped his finger into me, lancing me deep. He curled it forward as he took my clit fully into his mouth, leaving me fighting for breath. I was warned about the enemy’s slick tongue and how they’d use it against you. I always thought they were talking about manipulation, but riding the enemy’s face would be my downfall. The tingles he sent through me were delicious. I could live right there on his face had I the choice.
‘More,’ I groaned as he slowly fingered me, kissing and licking at me and making me desperate for him.
‘My dirty girl wants more?’ He slipped a second finger in as I let out a breath between my teeth. Fuck. I’d only just cum, how could I be so needy for him already?
‘Yes... Please...’ I shifted forward on the counter, wanting more, and more, and more.
When a third finger joined the others, giving me that slightly wonderful stretchy ache, I shuddered. As he pulled back and filled me again, I came to the edge once more. I tensed around his fingers, but much to my derision, he stopped.
‘Don’t stop!’ I looked down at him, only to see a smirk cross his face.
‘I told you I want you desperate before I’ll give you my cock.’
‘I am desperate.’
‘I want you to need it as bad as I do. I want every nerve in your body at bursting point when I fill you. I want to see you take me in like a starved woman.’
I whimpered at his words, inhaling sharply as he speared me on his fingers once more, his tongue setting me alight.
By the time he’d started and stopped me a handful of times, denying my orgasm every time I got close, I could barely speak. I quaked with need, my pulse quickening with the intensity of it all.
Cam slipped his hands beneath my ass as he stood, pulling me up against his chest as I wrapped my legs around him. I kissed him, pouring all of my desperation into his mouth. I could taste myself on his swollen lips, and it only made me all the more wanton.
‘My room or yours?’ he said against my mouth.
‘I don’t care. Anywhere.’
My mind felt almost addled with lust. I wanted him inside me. Immediately.
I devoured his lips as he walked through the apartment, flinging open a door. It was his room. I’d never been in it before, never even seen it.
He deposited me on the bed, the smooth sheets crumpling beneath me. His room was immaculately clean and filled with glass, chrome and dark colours. It was luxurious, but sterile. Much like the cool demeanour Cam showed the world.
Cam stripped off his clothing as I watched, practically salivating. His muscles bulged as he dropped his trousers and pants, leaving him gloriously naked. Both of us naked. At last. I stood up from my spot on the bed, wanting to see him before he was on me.
When he reached for me, I took his hand, but shook my head.
I ran my other hand up over his stomach, enjoying the hills and valleys of his abs. His cock jumped as I touched him and it made me grin. I wanted more than anything to climb on it and take my pleasure, but held off, knowing that it would come soon enough and be another dam forever broken between us.
His skin was smooth beneath my fingers as I walked around him, staring once more at the patchwork of large scars that criss-crossed the entirety of his back. Harold would pay for them. Even if it cost me. My hatred for him deepened as I pictured the young Cam, and the man who Harold tried to turn him into. He’d been punished for caring, for loving, and Harold had turned him into the icy, cruel man I’d feared. But he hadn’t diminished that flame deep down. Beneath the scars and the hate, there was a man so ready to love and be loved. And as much as I’d tried to fight it, I was falling for him.
He shivered as I placed my lips on his back, kissing my way over each stripe of scarred flesh. I ran my tongue over them and moaned against them.
‘Fuck Maeve. You’re killing me.’
He let me explore his body, despite his taught muscles and clenched fists, letting me know he was holding himself back from throwing us on the bed.
‘Tell me you hate me,’ I whispered against his back.
‘I hate that I’m not inside you.’
‘I hate that you’re not inside me too.’
