“I’m going to taste you now, Kitten, all of you. I want to hear you moan and call my name. I want you to tell me when you can’t take any more and then I’m going to slide inside and fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”
He kisses me, from my lips, to my chin and down my throat, he kisses down my cleavage and then takes my boobs in each of his big hands and pushes them together. His tongue, his teeth and his thumbs, lick, bite and stroke each of my nipples. He then works his way down, flicking his tongue inside my belly button. His hands hold on to my hips and he tilts them up towards him. His thumb brushes over the small round scar on my left side I have from the surgery for my ectopic pregnancy. He looks down at my belly. He kisses the scar and then plants little kisses all the way along the long thin scar that crosses my bikini line left by my other surgery. When he finishes with his kisses, he looks up at me.
“I wish I could kiss away the pain, Kitten. I wish there was a way I could make this better for you.” I let out a small sob as I stroke his face because I know that he would. I have every faith that this man would do everything in his power to make things different. “The best I can do is make you forget for a little while.” He moves further down and flicks his tongue over my clit. He tilts my hips higher and pushes his tongue inside me, and my fingers claw at his scalp.
“God, Cam, fuck.” His tongue switches from inside me to twirling and flicking over my clit before he spears me with it again. He bites me gently on the inside of my thigh and I let out a sound that’s almost a growl as I pull on his hair. He laughs and looks up at me.
“Fuck, Kitten, I love those noises you make.” The light from the lamp causes the whiskers on his chin to glisten where it’s wet with my juices. It was something I used to love to see and nothing’s changed. He licks and sucks me again as I rock my hips into him. I try and move so his fingers slide inside me, but he moves them away, which just makes me move more. My toes are curling, I need him inside me desperately and I know the only way that’s going to happen is if I ask. He bites and sucks on my thigh again and looks up as he says, “You taste so fucking good, Kitten, so fucking good.” I push his hair back off his face and look him in the eye. I don’t know what he sees as he looks up my body and into my eyes, but he gives his head a small shake and says very quietly, “I love the fuck out of you, Kitten. You have the power to destroy me, please don’t?”
I shake my head. “I fucking love the fuck out of you, Tiger. I want and need you inside me. Please make love to me.” His eyes close for a long moment and then he slides up my body. He covers me with his big frame, cocoons and cages me in his big, safe arms as he slides inside me. Our bodies are damp and slick with perspiration. We glisten as the light from the lamp catches us at the right angle, and as I look over his face when he looks over my body, I feel a sense of peace come over me. I’ve no idea what causes it. I don’t know if it’s because Cam has always had the ability to make me feel safe or if it’s just the fact that I feel so comfortable and at home with him. Either way, it feels good and it’s not something I want to lose, ever.
He slides and rocks his hips against mine, slowly at first, but as I respond and wrap my legs around him tighter, his thrusts grow with more urgency. I claw at his back and bum cheeks.
“Fuck, Kitten, I love watching your tits move as I fuck you.” He leans down and captures my right nipple in his teeth. I’ve never thought my nipples were that sensitive, but the sensation of his teeth and the little spear of pain are apparently enough to have me reaching for my orgasm, and once again, so many emotions come to the surface as I arch my back and cling on.
“Love me, Cam, please. Forgive me and just try and love me. Even though I don’t deserve you, I want you. I need you so much.” I throw my head back, making a loud “ahhhh” sound as I do, followed by another noise that comes from deep within my chest, possibly directly from my heart. I have no control over it. My limbs feel heavy, too heavy for my muscles and bone to hold up as my orgasm rolls through me, over and over again. My insides spasm as my internal muscles tighten around him. He pushes himself up on his arms and looks down at me.
“We’ve got this. We’ve got this, Kitten. We’ll make this work if it fucking kills us.” All I can do is nod, incapable of speech as I feel him throb and release inside me.
Chapter Nineteen
I wake to a dark bedroom and an empty bed. I stretch and look around for a clock so I can see what the time is. My body clock is all over the place still from the jet lag and I’ve no idea if it’s morning or night. I get up and head for the shower. I feel like I’ve spent a week working out at the gym, even my fingernails ache.