Leisurely, they looked down the other's body, which was as intoxicating as actually touching.
Want and need sizzled in the air, transforming her small bedroom into a harbor of sensations and waves of excitement.
Lucas pulled Camille against him, his hands sliding down her sides, then up her back. She reveled in the newness of how skin against skin felt. Although she'd been with a man before, it had never been like this.
Every place Lucas touched tingled. His fingers left trails of heat while she became lost in his kisses. As much as she needed him to lay with her, there was something so wonderful about the time of expectation.
Finally, he lifted her and carried her to the bed. They lay side by side facing each other. He placed his hand on her breast and leaned forward to take her into his mouth.
"Oh!" Camille was lost as he continued to taste, nip and lick different places on her body until, moments later, she cried out as a wave of passion swept her away.
Lucas rose over her sliding his hands up her sides as he settled between her legs. He was magnificent. His broad shoulders and his chest muscles took her attention with every movement. Darkened eyes met hers and she became lost in them.
They were no longer a light shade of blue, but a dark, midnight color. His sensual lips curved just as he lowered to take her mouth again.
Neither too fast nor too slow, but at the perfect tempo, he caressed while moving his hips, the sensation of his hardness rubbing her just at the right spot until she could barely breathe. There was still so much more to explore, yet the intimacy between them was so deep that she wondered if she could withstand any more.
"You are so beautiful," he whispered into her ear. "I want you so much."
"And I, you." Her voice sounded throaty in her ears, sensual. He responded by taking her mouth with so much force she gasped. His tongue delved into her mouth, sliding over her own and she suckled at it. At the same time, he cupped her face with both hands as if afraid she'd stop.
Her center throbbed with need and Camille lifted her hips from the bed to collide harder against his sex.
Lucas grunted, the sound almost animalistic, raw and so very appealing. He was all she could smell, taste and hear. His presence took her away from reality. As he moved, lifting just enough to reach between them, she held her breath in anticipation.
When he slid a finger between her folds, Camille arched into his hand. Her yearning climbed higher with each stroke of his hand until she dug her nails into his back. "I need you now. I can't wait any longer."
Instead of replying, his tongue licked a trail down her throat. It was hot and wet, each stroke of his tongue taking her closer to cresting.
She clung to him as he moved down her body, his tongue still forging a trail until reaching her breast. He took the tip into his mouth with greedy abandon and she cried out when, at the same time, he slipped a finger into her body.
Unable to hold back, she let go and called out his name as she climaxed. Through it, he continued to touch and caress her, his mouth moving from one breast to the other, his fingers playing a devilish game between her legs until she began to shake.
"I can't wait." His mouth was suddenly at her ear. Lucas took himself in hand and guided himself to enter her. He was thick and hard, so very hard. Camille took a breath and relaxed when he pushed her legs further apart and penetrated.
She let out a cry when he pushed in, filling her completely. For a few seconds, neither of them moved. He was sensitive enough to allow her time to become accustomed to his girth. Finally, he slid out just a bit and then back in until setting a delicious rhythm.
Camille took his bottom with both hands and pulled him deeper each time he moved in. They rocked together, the sounds of their lovemaking joining their exclamations until both cried out as they fell off the cliff and floated down ever so slowly.
It could not be helped; Camille continued to shake, not wanting him to stop moving, as she could not bear to let go of the wonderful bliss she was cushioned in. Tears fell down her cheeks as he continued to thrust into her, seeming to understand her need.
He guided her as he rolled over until she straddled him. "Take me," he said, holding her hips in place. "Take all you need."
Camille lifted and lowered onto him. She placed both palms on his chest and took all of him deep. Continued lifting and lowering harder and faster, needing more and more, it was never enough. A crest formed and it scared her.
It had never been like this, so all consuming. Alarm slammed into her, but she was powerless to stop. In the fog that surrounded her, she heard a deep guttural moan as Lucas spilled into her and still she could not stop. He slid his thumb pad over her throbbing center several times until Camille screamed in release.