Tease (14 page)

I slid my leg between his while he gently caressed the exposed skin of my waist and then I easily drifted off to sleep.

11

Every hour he woke me.

With kisses.

I never even tried to hit him.

When he would pull away, I would clutch him back for more.

Each hour upon hour, the kisses lasted just a little bit longer.

Every hour upon hour, seduction grew thicker, wrapping around the room like a heavy fog just after a twilight rain.

It was a delicious game of foreplay, kisses stretched into touches, and touches stretched into caresses. His hands began to linger on the inside of my thighs and the hollow between my breasts. Every time he touched me, my entire body quivered. It got harder and harder to fall asleep because I wanted the sweet torment to go on and on.

I don’t know what time it was when need began to overpower everything else. The curtains were drawn and the room was still dark. My hands grew bold as he lay back and tried to sleep.

I was tired of sleeping.

I started with his chest, grazing my fingers across his collarbone and down his defined chest. The pads of my fingers explored his nipples, which puckered tightly whenever I touched them too long. And then my hand dipped lower, trailing in a straight line past his belly button, and snagged on the waistband of his shorts.

There was a string there for adjusting the waist. I played with that string, occasionally brushing my knuckles across his belly. Every time I did, his muscles contracted.

Keeping my body still, lying against his side, I gently released the string and began to slip just a little bit lower.

The ridge in the center of his shorts told me he definitely wasn’t asleep. Using two fingers, I brushed down the length of him.

He moaned.

Then I came back up, once again exploring the shape and hardness of him. A little bolder, I cupped ay hand around him, sliding back down toward the base.

He caught my hand.

“What are you doing, Harlow?”

“Waking you up.”

“Oh, I’m awake.”

“Good. I wouldn’t want you to miss this.”

He sucked in a breath and I smiled in the darkness.

I pushed up off the mattress and leaned over, kissing him softly and then pulling away and kissing down his neck and chest. Because I wondered what he would do, I flicked my tongue across his nipple and he groaned again.

So I did it again. And again.

And then I started to kiss lower, heading toward the waistband of his shorts.

He moved fast, catching me under the arms and dragging me back up his body. “Not so fast,” he whispered. “You’re not the only one who gets to play.”

A little wave of thrill shot through me, and my toes curled against the mattress. He rolled me over gently, making sure there was a pillow beneath my head. And then he reached for the straps of my tank top, peeling them away, slowly lowering the shirt until my entire chest was bare.

Cam stretched the shirt down over my hips, past my legs, and then tossed it away. His skin was warm when his body came over mine and we were skin to skin, chest to chest. My nipples hardened instantly and the friction of him against me made me gasp.

His mouth claimed mine in a kiss that was more aggressive than the gentle ones that pulled me from sleep. Whatever desire was left dormant inside me came roaring out of its cage. Our tongues stroked each other with a secret kind of song that only they knew. My limbs hummed with pleasure and his chest vibrated like he was a giant cat.

His kiss traveled lower, latching onto one of my breasts and suckling the oversensitive skin until the inside of my legs tingled and began to lift off the mattress. I gripped his head as he kissed lower across my abdomen, and when he pulled at the waistband of my boxers with his teeth, my knees began to shake.

He pulled the shorts away and paused. I could feel his gaze on me. “You’re not wearing any panties,” he rasped.

“I never wear any to bed.”

“I’m going to touch you now,” he whispered. “You’re going to like it.”

He began in the juncture where my legs met my body, drawing a finger up each side along my vagina and making my tongue slide over my teeth. A small whimper escaped my mouth and he chuckled low.

Gently, Cam slid closer, each hand parting the folds and dipping into my most sacred place on my body. He groaned. “You’re soaked.”

His finger slid back and forth, up and down, and every once in while it would brush against the little bud nestled between the folds and my body would spasm involuntarily. “Not yet you don’t,” he said and pulled his fingers away.

When I thought I couldn’t take any more, he lowered, pressing my thighs wide.

I whispered his name, unsure about what he was doing.

“It’s okay, baby. I got you.”

Yes. Yes, he did have me.

In fact, I was pretty sure somewhere along the line, he collected another piece of my heart.

His fingers were replaced by his mouth, and his tongue was very skilled at pleasure. His tongue was slightly rough and it built this kind of pressure inside me that just begged for release. He sucked, nipped at parts, and smoothed his lips over it all.

Cam latched onto my clitoris, at the same time slipping two fingers inside me and crooking them forward.

“Cam,” I moaned, but it sounded more like a prayer.

The release came quickly, absolutely, all encompassing. My body arched off the bed like I was a graceful ballerina and I opened my mouth, but no sound came out.

The inner muscles of my vagina flexed around his fingers, and he milked it, claiming every single last drop of pleasure as his own.

I collapsed onto the bed, utterly boneless, as he covered my body with his, the rock-hard manhood held hostage beneath the fabric of his shorts strained forward and rocked against my core.

A moment ago, I thought he took all my pleasure.

I was wrong.

New desire swept me along, right into his arms, and I wrapped my legs around his hips, urging him closer, inviting him in.

He chuckled in my ear. “You are fucking amazing.”

“Please don’t make me wait,” I whispered, grabbing him by the face and kissing him with a desperation that only a starved woman could possess.

“What do you want?” he whispered.

“You. Inside me.”

He sucked in a breath.
Did that just come out of my mouth?

Yes. Yes, it did. I wasn’t about to take it back.

I ran my hands down his back, my fingers diving beneath his shorts and pushing them down. He sat up on his knees and pushed them farther, his hardness springing forth, the proof of his desire.

I wrapped my hand around it, wanting to feel it, wanting to explore it. It was the softest thing I think I’d ever touched, yet it was the hardest. My other hand came up and cupped his balls, weighing them in my palm.

Tentatively, I leaned forward, licking my tongue up the side like it was a lollipop.

“Whoa,” he said, pulling back. “You can do that later.”

Gently, he pressed me back into the mattress, giving me a quick kiss, and then he stood, yanking off the shorts the rest of the way and then moving around to the foot of the bed.

“What are you doing?” I asked, wanting him there with me.

I heard the sound of a zipper and then the crinkle of something.

“Just getting something to protect you with,” he said, his voice completely raspy.

Several seconds later, he was back, settling between my legs and staring down at me through the darkness. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll stop right now.”

“Please, don’t stop.”

He came over me, wrapping me in his embrace. I could feel the head of his erection at my entrance and I tried not to be nervous. When I thought he would slide in, he didn’t. Instead, he smoothed the hair away from my face and kissed me slowly, thoroughly, passionately.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered, kissing along my hairline. “So fucking beautiful.”

His lips came back to mine and he joined our bodies with one long stroke. My body tensed at the slight sting of pain, and he held himself still, even though I felt the tremor in his arms, the effort in his entire body.

He kissed me again, sweeping his tongue inside my mouth and letting it linger. After several moments, my body completely relaxed and I felt a new surge of wetness between my legs. Only then did he begin to move, languid strokes at first, staying deep and stretching me out.

Then he pulled back, almost leaving me completely. I was about to protest when he surged back, filling me up totally as sensation rocked my body.

I couldn’t do much but grip his biceps and moan. It was the single most stunning feeling I’d ever experienced. And he did it over and over again. Until I was panting and my hips started moving, demanding something of their own.

Up and up we went—his body carrying me higher until we were both poised at the very edge of a cliff, staring down at the endless drop.

“Together,” he whispered and then with a final thrust, we both fell, plunging into never-ending bliss.

I could feel him pumping inside me; every single movement he made extended my pleasure even longer.

He collapsed beside me with a soft curse, reached for me, dragging me over his chest, and held me tightly.

“Sweet Jesus,” he said. “That was…” He paused. “I don’t even know what that was.”

“Does that mean it was okay?” I asked, hoping it was at least half as good for him as it was for me.

He lifted me off his chest. His eyes stared at me through the early morning light. “Please tell me you loved that. Please tell me you want to do it again.”

I giggled. “I loved it. I really hope we do it again. Lots of agains.”

He groaned and clutched me against him. “Don’t bother thinking you’ll find better,” he said, palming my butt. “Because you won’t. That was incredible.”