15. Riley

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Riley

My senses were heightened to a painful level. Even the throb of my pulse in my ears was borderline offensive. I wanted to scream, push his hand lower, beg him to undress me. I wanted things I'd never let myself think about.

Because I'd never met Cam.

And when he told me what he wanted to do to me, it was like having hot whiskey poured all over me. Sticky, warm, and intoxicating.

"Please."

With that wicked, provocative grin, he propped up on one elbow and pressed against my side. He pulled his hand from where it left heat at my cleft and licked his finger.

The lingering guilt vanished when he pressed that digit against my clit. I wanted this, didn't care what happened after. My journey didn't end here, but there wasn't any reason not to enjoy myself. I deserved that.

Besides, Cam brought me to life.

I closed my eyes against the sensation of the slow, gentle circles he made. I thrust my hips against his touch and gripped the sheets. Each time I moved, his erection rubbed against my thigh. Proof his desire matched mine.

"Cam." The word broke off as my body heaved, pleasure filled pressure building inside me.

Faster and faster his finger moved, then he stopped, slid one digit inside me and massaged the core of my pleasure with his palm. He stroked me inside with his finger, before turning his mouth to mine, sucking my bottom lip between his when I moaned. The combination of his sexy kiss and intimate touch was delicious torture.

It was too much. Sensations warred with each other. The taste of him was potent, consuming. And then he shifted his hand again, so that his finger made rapid, feather light movements on my clit.

My body pulled tight and I jerked from his kiss, gasping. "Oh. Oh. Cameron ."

Everything inside me exploded, warmth flooded from the core of me and toward his hand, my entire body wracked with the shocks of my first orgasm.

Nothing had ever felt so good.

He chuckled against my ear, the sound vibrating through me while I trembled with the aftermath.

"Told you so," he whispered as he rolled away to sit on the edge of the bed.

I had come saying his name, and everything had felt so completely right I couldn't help but want more.

"You say the word and this is as far as this goes." His voice was sleepy, his tongue thick with arousal. The sort of sound that forced me to roll toward him, run my fingers between his shoulder blades and down his back.

He'd touched me, but I'd not yet really touched him. The idea was more thrilling than anything ever had been.

He turned on the bedside lamp. "When I take you, I want to see you."

Sitting up, I tugged off my shirt. I could be shy, but not now, not with him. Whatever he wanted, I'd give him. Anything. My bra came next and there was a crinkle of plastic.

Cam stood long enough to slide off his boxer briefs. This time I didn't look away.

"Nice ass."

He snorted a laugh and turned to me. Then everything stopped. I held my breath as his blue eyes went dark, his mouth parted softly, and he bent to grip the edge of the bed. It was like he was drinking me in, memorizing every part of me.

My hands itched to pull the blanket up, cover myself. Instead, I laid back and pulled my knees up, parting my legs for him.

"Fucking hell," he growled and climbed on the bed with me. "Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?"

I glanced down at his arousal, straining against the condom, and my heart raced. Desire swallowed whatever fear I had.

As Cam crawled between my legs, he kissed me. There was nothing soft, nothing gentle. This kiss was fierce and scalded all the way through me. He broke the kiss as he slipped two fingers inside me, then back up to the source of pleasure that still hummed from his touch.

I gasped as he pulled one nipple between his lips, sucking it until it swelled taut and ached, and then moved to the other. I moved beneath him, grabbed his sides, and clung to him.

"I want…" I gasped as the tip of him pressed into me, opening me. "More."

Cam groaned and shifted, releasing my nipple and raising over me. He gripped beneath my knees, pushed them back against my chest, then slipped inside me.

I cried out, not from pain, that was momentary, but from the overwhelming clash of sensations. The muscles in my thighs pulled taut, tightening me around the width of him.

"Riley," he murmured and moved inside me.

The sound of skin on skin, the feel of him inside and the friction that built, consumed everything. Nothing else mattered but Cam and the way he made me feel. Every inch of my body was on fire, each thrust pushing me further into oblivion.

I don't know how long it lasted, but wave after wave came, pleasure and sensation continued to build as my body grew damp and I couldn't do much more than moan.

I came again, gripping the sheets as he thrust faster, until he released my legs and collapsed with a moan on top of me, his face buried in my neck.

It was several long minutes before I could form a coherent sentence. "Does it always feel that good?"

"Darlin." He half choked on a laugh, rolled his weight off me, and curled at my side. "If it doesn't, I'm doing something wrong."

"What about me?" I traced a finger down his chest.

"Fucking perfect."