Our lips connect and he holds himself over me, resting on his elbows. His hips push forward and he grinds his cock up against my stomach. Oh dear God. My eyes close in pleasure. His lips drop to my breasts when he bites and, as if not being able to get enough, he sucks his way down my body. He nips my hipbone and I jump, but he grabs my legs and pins them to the mattress.
His dark eyes hold mine, ablaze with desire. I can honestly say I’ve never seen a man more aroused. This is off the hook.
“Dinner time,” he whispers as his tongue swipes through my flesh.
Holy shit! I convulse with pleasure and he smiles against me. His tongue laps at me, softly at first, and then deeper and deeper until I begin to lift off the bed to meet his mouth.
His eyes close in pleasure.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he purrs.
“Oh.” I sigh as my body shudders and I grab the back of his head with both hands. Please don’t come… please don’t come already. Show some restraint, for God’s sake.
What chance do I have? He only has to look at me and I nearly orgasm on the spot.
His tongue dives deeper and deeper, and the grip he has on my thighs is almost painful. His eyes are closed and I watch him with my hands tenderly on the back of his head. He nibbles and sucks in a rhythm that can only be called practised technique, and I begin to grind underneath him.
Oh God. I writhe beneath him, and my body starts to really work on his face.
Fuck, this feels so good. His hips begin to circle against the mattress to try and relieve some of the tension he’s feeling.
“Cam…” I breathe. My hips grind into his face and I can feel the stubble burn between my legs.
He pushes a finger in and we both groan in pleasure.
“You’re so tight,” he whispers.
My eyes roll back in my head as he adds another two fingers.
Ouch! I jump and my legs close around his head on autopilot.
“Open.” He growls as he rips my legs apart and pins them again. He sits up and really starts to work me with three large fingers. He works me so hard that the bed begins to rock.
My body begins to lurch forward. “Cameron…” I whimper.
He pumps again.
My body lurches forward as an almighty orgasm rips through me. He drops his mouth again and licks me, and I nearly jump off the bed.
“Give me some cream, baby. Show me how you taste when you come?” he whispers into me.
Holy fucking dirty talking Heaven.
I writhe on the bed as I try to push him off me. “Cameron, no, stop.” I hold his forehead and try to push him off, and then he slowly rises above me.
Dear God, help me.
His dark eyes are locked on mine and my arousal glistens on his lips. The muscle between his legs is so hard. I’ve no doubt I’ll need to be hospitalised after this.
“Spread your legs, Bloss,” he whispers.
I pry my legs apart as far as I can, and he gets up and walks around, opens his bedside drawer and retrieves a box of condoms, as well as a bottle of lube.
I swallow the lump in my throat. Lube… he thinks he needs lube.
Fuck.
He walks back around to the side of the bed and kneels next to me before he pours some lube onto his fingertips and watches intently as he glides it through my flesh.
Arousal dances like fire in his eyes and I hold my breath as he concentrates on the task at hand.
“How long has it been?” he asks with a raised brow.
“Two years,” I whisper.
He smiles a satisfied smile, bends, and gently kisses my inner thigh. “I’ll behave,” he whispers darkly.
Oh man. That’s his way of saying he will try not to hurt me. I watch on intently as he removes a condom from the box and carefully rolls it on. His eyes then rise to meet mine and he licks his lips as his fingers drop to my sex again, and he glides them in and out of my body.
“Fuck. I want you,” he whispers, deep in concentration, and I feel grateful for this break in passion to give me a moment of clarity.
This is special. He is special and he makes me feel special.
I smile up at him.
“Do you know how beautiful you look all messed up with an orgasm afterglow?” he breathes.
“Why don’t you show me?” I whisper.
“Excellent idea.” He crawls over me and kisses me softly as his cock slides up against my stomach. “Open your legs, Bloss. Let me in.”
I smile against his lips and his tip nudges my opening.
His kiss turns desperate and he lurches forward.
Pain shoots through me and I tense instantly. Fuck!
“Shh, Bloss. Relax, baby,” he whispers into my mouth. We kiss again and he slowly pushes forward with force. My eyes close as I try deal to with him. God, he’s everywhere. The way his body is overtaking mine is overwhelming and I whimper.
“Here we go, Bloss. Relax, baby,” He whispers again as he kisses me and drives home hard. I cling to his back tightly and he stays deep and still to let me adjust around him
“Kiss me,” he breathes, and our lips crash together as he slides out and pushes back into me slowly. I smile against his lips as the first glimmer of enjoyment flickers through the pain. As if sensing the opening, he circles slowly to stretch me out and my mouth hangs open in pleasure as I moan softly.
Fuck, I can’t even pretend to act cool when he is doing this to me. He kisses me again and again, and I am so grateful for his patience. I can hear his breath quiver as he holds back from going hard. He’s stalling. He doesn’t want to hurt me. He pulls out, then pushes back in, and I smile. “When did you get so fucking big, Mr. Stanton?” I whisper.
He smiles down at me. “When I turned fifteen. My father and brothers all suffer from the same affliction.”
I laugh and he pumps me hard and steals my breath. “Well, I like it,” I whisper.
He fucks me hard again and I cry out. “I know you do. I can feel you clenching around me.”
He starts to lose control quickly. His mouth hangs slack as he pumps me harder and harder, and it’s all I can do to hold on.
Holy shit.
“Lift your legs.” He growls.
I lift my legs and he really lets me have it with deep punishing pumps that make the bed rock and hit the wall. His mouth is ravaging my neck, his cock is ravaging my body, and I have absolutely no idea how to deal with this level of possession.
He completely steals my body as he takes it as his own. He lifts one of my legs and I cry out as he hits the exact spot. Holy hell. I pant and I scrunch my eyes shut as I try to stop it, but I can’t, and after only a few hits, another orgasm rips through me and I scream out.
Cameron sees that as a green light, and that’s when he starts to really fuck me hard.
And this is fucking. Unbridled, animalistic fucking. He starts to moan, his mouth hanging slack as he picks it up to piston pace, and I don’t think I can take any more.
God help me.
He pushes deep and then shudders as he comes silently inside my body.
His eyes are closed and he breathes heavily. I wrap my arms around his perspiring body and he holds me close. He kisses me softly and we pant as we try to catch our breath. Eventually, he rolls over and reaches down, takes off his condom and drops it onto the floor.
I sit up and smile broadly, suddenly aware that I have a sex god naked in bed with me. His tanned body is rippled with muscle and his dick is still hard. Semen is leaking out and, unable to help it, I bend down to lick it off.
Hmm, tastes salty. Tastes good. His eyes hold mine and I lick him again. His hand drops to the back of my head tenderly and suddenly this becomes the most intimate thing I have ever done. His dark eyes watch me as I take him completely in my mouth and smile around him.
“You owe me fifty bucks,” I whisper.
He smiles sexily. “Best fifty bucks I’ve ever spent.”
I glance around the luxury bathroom as I sit on the toilet.
It’s early morning and the sun is peeking through the side of the drapes. My eyes roam from the oval stone bathtub sitting in the center of the room, then over to the three-nozzle shower with the bench seat. I have never been in a bathroom like this before. In fact, I don’t think I’ve even seen one this exotic in movies. The more time I spend in this house, the more uncomfortable I become. I don’t know rich. I’ve never had money. So how could I ever fit in to Cameron’s cultured lifestyle? I blow out a deflated breath. This is a lot to take in. My body is tired. Cameron and I stripped each other bare last night. We couldn’t get enough and finally fell asleep with our arms wrapped around each other. The last time we made love in the shower was surprisingly intimate, and to be honest, I kind of wish it hadn’t happened. I now have a super high bar of what lovemaking should really be like. He was tender, soft and loving, and kept whispering beautiful things in my ear as his body slowly brought mine to orgasm. It was great. It was better than great. It was mind-blowing
But now I’m ruined forever.
I finish up, wash my hands, and stare at my fucked-all-night reflection in the mirror, a goofy smile crossing my face.
I look a total mess and Cameron Stanton is frigging perfect. From his body to his mind, to his… I look around at my surroundings… to this house. There isn’t a thing I would change about him. How many men have I met in the past and thought to myself, he would be perfect if only he was funnier? Or he would be perfect if he was smarter? Never have I had a guy who ticked every damn box. I blow out a deflated breath. All this box-ticking is freaking me the hell out, and I know that this is one high that’s going to be hard to come down from.
I don’t want to rain on my own parade, but I really do need go out there and tell him I have a son.
“It’s no big deal,” I murmur to my reflection. But I know it is a big deal. Who am I kidding?
Just go out there, say it and be done with it. The longer I leave it the harder it’s going to get, I remind myself.
Maybe he won’t care and things will just be the same? But I have this annoying, nagging voice in my gut, warning me that he could be so disgusted, he’ll cut all ties with me immediately.
The problem is that I’m not going to know how he’s going to handle it until I actually get it over with, and it scares the hell out of me that he will end it. I should have told him before I slept with him. I brush my fingers through my just-fucked, rat’s nest hair as I contemplate his reaction. It could be the best thing I ever do, or it could turn sour instantly. I blow out another deep breath. I guess I’m about to find out.
“Just go out there and tell him,” I mouth to my reflection in the mirror. Just do it. I drop my shoulders as I prepare myself.
Just fucking do it.
Right.
I open the door and walk back into the bedroom to find Cameron lying on his back with his hands folded behind his head. His dark skin and rippled abdomen are contrasted against the crisp white sheets. He smiles sexily and holds his arm out to me. I smile and drop down to sit next to him on the bed.
He pulls me down and kisses me softly. “Good morning, Blossom.” He smiles as his dark curls hang down over his forehead.
My stomach flutters at the sight of him naked and smiling up at me.
“Good morning, Dr. Stanton.” I smirk. His hand snakes around to cup my ass and I notice a book opened upside down on his bedside table. “What are you reading?” I ask as I pick it up.
He puts the back of his forearm over his eyes as if embarrassed.
I read the cover and my mouth drops open as my eyes meet his. “Pride and Prejudice?” I gasp. “You’re reading Pride and Prejudice?”
He shakes his head. “You weren’t supposed to see that.”
I smile broadly.
He takes the book from me and places it back down. “I was carrying out some market research.”
My eyebrows rise.
“I wanted to see what was so special about this three dimensional man you were so enamoured with.”
“Mr. Darcy…” I smile broadly, this is without a doubt the best news I have ever heard.
He purses his lips. “Don’t see what the fuss is about to be honest. He definitely wouldn’t sweep me off my feet.”
“Mr. Darcy could sweep anybody off their feet. If he can’t do it, who can?” I smirk.
He smirks. “Ashley Tucker is doing a pretty good job of it,” he answers.
“Is she?” I murmur with a raised eyebrow.
“She is.”
“Well, Ashley Tucker told me that it’s her feet being swept off the ground,” I add.
He smiles as he pulls me down and kisses me softly. “You tell Ashley Tucker that I haven’t even started to sweep her off her feet yet. She should probably prepare herself.”
“Ashley Tucker has her force field on to protect her from such things,” I whisper as I smile against his lips. We kiss, and he flips me so that I am on my back and he has my two hands pinned above my head. I smile up at him.
“Let’s go to New York.”
My face drops. “What?”
“I want my date.”
I frown.