Teasing Hands (20 page)

“Camden, I believe you.” The sincerity in his voice, accompanied by the pure love in his eyes, told me the truth. This man loved me and was scared beyond all measures of what he felt. Maybe I was being naïve by giving in so quickly, but he had no reason to lie.

“You are never far from my mind, and the mere thought of touching anyone else repulses me.” My heart and mind were in accord for once, and believed him. Pulling his lips down to mine, I kissed him with everything I had. The anger and yearning he created overwhelmed me. I needed him to make me forget with his actions not just words.

“Make love to me.”

He froze above me and pulled back. “Are you sure? We don’t have to—”

“Take me,” I commanded and his eyes darkened. He bit his lip before looking down my body. It was then he noticed how little I had on—a simple white string bikini to cover the areas of me I needed him to touch the most.

21

Rough, yet gentle, were the hands that pulled the tiny strings of my bikini bottoms until they gave way, and I lay with my bottom half bare to him.

“No foreplay, baby. I’m so wet for you.”

He attacked my mouth then, his tongue roughly parting my lips and swallowing the moan I released.

His taste invaded my senses.

They took over and made me slick with want.

“Fuck, you are a goddamn thing of beauty.” His reverent words warmed me to the core, but it was his fingers parting my wet folds that ignited the passion I’d withheld before. Camden was mine now. No more holding back.

A single finger entered me, then two. My hips bucked up on their own accord, and I quickly untied the single knot that held the top half of my bathing suit in place.

The warm night’s sky bathed us in its moonlight, and the waves crashing against the shore was our backdrop. It was beautiful and beyond fucking hot to see him losing control with every inch of skin he touched.

“Should we head inside?”

I could tell the question was for my benefit alone; the thought of moving didn’t appeal to him either.
“No, we’ll be fine.” Camden let out a loud grunt as I pushed him onto his back and his finger slipped out of me. He was caught off guard by the sudden buck of my hips, but the complaining didn’t last long.

“What the fuck…shit, yeah.” I’d mounted him. My slick folds settled over his clothed-covered solid abs, each indentation flexing as I rolled my hips over him. Abs slick with my wetness, he groaned and held me still. “Goddammit, Amanda…anyone could walk through here and catch us. No one sees you but me. Every part of you is mine.”

“Private beach.” Those words settled him; he wasn’t completely convinced, but tough shit. It was my turn to have control, and I wanted him like this—under me, hard, and with the water as our personal soundtrack.

Camden wore a simple white tank and a pair of board shorts beneath me. He smiled up at me as I eye fucked him. With his hooded eyes set on mine, he gripped the collar of his tank and pulled. The fabric tore straight down the center, and I gushed atop his now naked flesh.

Needed him now.

There was no need to untie his shorts; they were loose enough around the waist that I pulled him out. Camden hissed at the contact, and his hand anchored themselves on my hips.

“Tell me what you need, baby,” I crooned and fisted his hardened length. With my thumb, I spread the bead of liquid over the tip and watched as his eyes rolled back.

“Ride me.” It was a simple enough demand.

“Not yet.” The hands at my hips tightened, and he began to lift me up. If that happened, I was fucked and my control of the situation over. Twisting in his grip caused him to let me go, and I took advantage.

I slid down his body and settled my pussy lips over his swollen cock. Swiveling my hips, I bathed him in me. My juices covered his length.

With him distracted by the feel of me, I grabbed both his hands, brought them to my lips, and kissed each fingertip. The softness of my tongue running over each digit caught his attention.

“Pay attention, because I’ll only say this once.” Camden’s lust-filled orbs met mine, and he nodded. “Good boy.” That earned me a warning growl that I ignored. “Your hands,” I said, nipping his thumb, “stay above your head. You move them…I stop.”

“
Gatita
, you’re pushing it.” He had no idea just how far I’d push. Sliding down his body, I settled my ass over his knees and leaned forward. Stormy greens looked at me with so much hunger I whimpered. “I dare you to stop.”

“We do this my way.” The fingers of his hands twitched, and I saw the intent to grab me a mile away. Before he could, I leaned forward and licked him from base to tip and down again. “Feel so good on my tongue. Soft and salty sweet.”

“Amanda, please,” Camden pleaded, and it was music to my fucking ears. His hips bucked and abs clenched as I parted my lips and licked them. “Are you going to behave for me?” I asked in the sweetest tone I could muster at the moment with him in my hands.

“Yes. Fuck, just—” I didn’t let him finish. Instead, I opened wider and took him all the way to the back of my throat. “Shit!”

“Yum,” was my mumbled response around his dick. Camden pumped his hips slowly, pushing his cock deeper with each forward motion. The hands that were above his head were now tangled in my hair as he held me in place and took over.

It was such a turn-on to watch him as he took his pleasure from me. Something I so willingly gave.

“Love the way you take me. Looks obscene the way I fuck your mouth.” He pushed in deeper than before, and I gagged. My mouth watered around his flavor, and the spit dribbled down onto his balls.

Cupping them, I rolled and tugged on his testicles—which he loved, if the grunts above me were anything to go by. His hands tightened in my hair as he pushed all the way back once, and then pulled off. A line of saliva connected from his tip to my bottom lip.

“Dirty little
gatita
,” he moaned and smeared the wetness across my cheek, “enough of that baby. The next time I come, it’ll be inside that tiny pink pussy of yours.”

“Yes,” I cried out and scrambled to sit atop of him once more. The swollen head of his cock sat at my entrance. All it would take was one thrust from him, and he’d be inside. “Move those fucking hands above your head.” Fucker
only smiled and flexed his hips so just the tip entered me.

My walls gripped the swollen tip and pulsed. The wetness that seeped out of me dribbled down his length and ball sack. Still, he didn’t budge.

Camden held my hips in his hands as I undulated above him. He smirked as the frustration mounted with each second he denied me.

“I swear to God,” I yelled into the empty beach, “fuck me or—” He released my hips and entered me in one fluid motion. The words died on my tongue as a silent scream lodged itself in my throat. Goddamned beautiful feeling to be stretched by him.

“You were saying?” the man below me taunted. Wrong move, buddy.

Eyeing the tattered pieces of his tank still wrapped around his shoulders, I grabbed the pieces and held on tight. Camden followed my movements with his eyes and raised a brow. Cocky son of a bitch dared me to take what was mine.

With my feet firmly planted in the sand, I rose up and stared him down. “You are mine.” His smirk turned into a grunt of pleasure as I dropped all my weight back down. My pussy swallowed his cock and gripped him tight. There was no denying that I was close to coming. The taste of his cock was still fresh on my tongue, and our surroundings enhanced every sigh and moan he released below me. “It will be my pussy you crave…that you’d kill for a taste of.”

“Only you.” He needed to be rewarded for that answer. Placing his hands on my thighs, I gave them a squeeze and placed my own on his chest, supporting myself
on those defined muscles I loved so much.

With him buried to the hilt, I leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss over his lips. “Hold on,” was all the warning I gave before I rode him hard. The swivel of my hips matched the angry crashing of the waves on the shore. The slap of our skin sounded lewd in the dead of night.

“Fuck,
gatita
, squeeze me. Like that!” His hands left their spot on my thighs and grabbed onto my ass, pushing me down harder with each flex of his hips. “Going to come…your pussy feels too good.”

I smirked down at his words. “Thought this wet little pussy was yours?”

This incensed him in the best of ways; I found myself with my back in the sand and his cock pounding away at me. He was ferocious. Merciless as he brought me to the edge with just the second stroke of his cock.

“Never doubt my ownership of you, Amanda.” He snarled and pulled my legs up and over his arms. Camden bent over me, pushing harder. The head of his cock rubbed along that spot, and I seized up. “Motherfucking come.”

“More,” I demanded.

“Is there any doubt in that little head of yours over whom you belong to?” Shaking my head from side to side, I wrapped my arms around his neck and hung on. There was nothing else I could do, but take what he gave. “Good girl.”

Camden dropped his weight on me, fully covering me from head to toe. He ground his hips with each push in, and his pelvis rubbed my engorged clit. I shuddered beneath him and sunk my teeth into his neck.

“Holy fuck,” he grunted through clenched teeth, neck strained back as my teeth dug in a little deeper. It sounded animalistic, like a caged beast reaching the peak of pleasure.

It felt instinctual to do this. As if it was the right thing to mark him.

His body shuddered, and his fingers held me tightly against him as he ground
into me. I felt as the first spurt of his come coated my walls. That feeling of bringing this man, who seemed larger than life, to his proverbial knees was euphoric.

Camden had been hard to obtain, and to now see him losing control because of me, the knowledge threw me over the edge.

“Oh God.” My moan was loud, a wail of pleasure so brutal I choked on my next breath. Every fiber of my being pulsed with satisfaction, the highest of nirvanas.

“Can feel each pulse
.” He groaned and kissed my sweaty brows. “The way you tremble and those walls grip me tight. Fucking strangle me to the point of pain.”

Camden never stopped his movements; the difference was that now they were unhurried, languid as he drew out the pure bliss we felt.

“I really do love you,” he whispered against my neck and pulled out. Our combined juices dripped out of me, and I blushed. The feel of his come and mine sliding down my ass crack aroused me. Camden smirked but didn’t comment. Instead, he released my legs from his arms and moved back enough to massage my sore thighs.

“Love you, too.” And it felt incredible to admit it, to say it without concern for how he’d react, because I knew he felt the same. After a few minutes, I missed his warmth—needed that emotional connection as much as the physical.

Camden gathered me in his arms after he was satisfied that my thighs were fine. Laying down with me draped half over his still naked body; he kissed the top of my head and sighed.

“What?”

“Just thinking about how much can change in the span of a few hours.” His answer was vague, but made me think. How did he find me? No one but my parents and friends knew I was here.

“How did you find me?” I asked while the tips of my fingers drew small figure eights along the part of his chest I didn’t cover.

“Your mother.” That snapped me from my half-dozed sated state.

“Are you kidding me?” He shook his head and pulled me again to lie down. Why would she help him find me?

“Susana came to see me at work today. She looked a mess. Sad.” Nodding, I waved him on to continue. At this point, I was at a lost over what to say. “We sat down near the small café by the spa entrance and talked. Apologizing was not easy for her, but she did. She’s the one that sent me here…to find you.”

Speechless and thankful would be the only way to describe me. Mom sending him to me meant more than words could describe, and while I was still dead set on moving, at the least it wouldn’t be under anger and disappointment.

As soon as I was back, I’d talk to her and make things right.

Camden tipped my face up to look at him. “Can you forgive me?”

Smiling, I reached up and kissed his chin. “Already have.”

“So, does this mean you’ll be back next Wednesday at three?” Those fucking sea-colored eyes hid mischief behind the look he gave me, and I quirked a brow. “With that tiny white bikini I nearly tore off you…please?”

“Pervert.” I snorted and lay back down. His arm squeezed me to him once and then reached down to pat my ass.

“Your pervert,” he deadpanned; his hands wandered and explored the naked flesh beneath his fingers. This right here was all I ever wanted. To be loved and be able to love wholeheartedly in return. To find someone that understood me and was just as content to hold me close as they were to give me pleasure.

Camden was that man for me.

“Only mine as I am yours.”