He stands up, holding me tight in his arms. I feel safe and secure as he carries me upstairs to our bedroom. I make sure to lock the door behind us.
As soon as he lays me down on the bed, I pull my T-shirt off. Cam manages to get naked in the few seconds that it’s taken me to undress.
I lean back on my elbows and watch him as he watches me from the end of our bed.
“Bend your knees and open your legs. I wanna see you,” he orders.
I do as I’m told, never taking my eyes from his.
“Are you wet?” He stares between my legs as he asks.
Is he serious right now?
He’s Cameron King. Of course I’m fucking wet, but I won’t be telling him that. I nod my head.
“Rub your clit for me, baby. Lemme watch.”
I slide my middle finger into my mouth and suck on it, hard. Pulling it out, I twirl my tongue around the tip before dragging it down my throat and through my cleavage.
“Fuck, Kitten,” he whispers, taking his cock in his hand and stroking.
“Dim,” Cam orders, and like most other things in this world, our voice controlled lights obey him, leaving the perfect amount of lighting for us to be able to see each other but not the room around us.
He winks at me.
And I melt.
Fuck, my husband is hot.
I watch him bite his lip as he watches me drag my finger down my belly and past my belly button, until I reach my clit.
I let out a breathy uhh sound as I press on the little button of nerves.
“Wider, George. Open your legs wider. I wanna see how wet you are. Slide your fingers down lower, I wanna hear your juices.”
I do as he orders. The noise that action makes would leave even the hard of hearing with no doubt as to how turned I am.
“Fuck,” he groans before climbing onto the bed and burying his head between my legs.
He assaults me with that big, wide tongue of his and I love it. He bites the inside of the top of first one thigh and then the other as I moan. I haven’t even come yet, and I already feel boneless.
Then he pulls what we call his “master stroke” on me, scissoring his fingers, he presses his thumb onto my clit and flicks his tongue around it. His index and middle fingers slide inside where I’m wet and so desperately waiting for him and his ring and little finger sink slowly into my arse. When he works the whole lot together, I see stars.
The groan that escapes me is so much louder than I intend and I cringe in case it wakes any of the kids. Cameron chuckles.
“You like that, baby?”
“Yes, fuck yes.”
He kisses up my belly, making me shudder as he sucks my right nipple into his mouth. My fingers rake through and grip his hair, pushing his head down into my chest harder.
He kisses a path across to my left nipple. Capturing it between his teeth, he looks up at me with soulful, dark eyes. I witness my whole world reflected back at me.
“I love you Tige—” His mouth is on mine before I even finish getting the ‘r’ sound out of it.
His lips are soft but so demanding, forcing my mouth to open for him. His tongue darts inside, and I gladly welcome the assault, giving back as good as I get the whole time. He rains kisses down on my face and then moves his lips to my neck and behind my ear, where he licks, sucks, and drags his teeth, making me groan and rake my nails down his back.
I tilt my hips, trying to gain friction, or better still, access to that big dick of his so I can guide it inside me.
“You want me, Kitten?”
“Yeah.” Is all that I have.
“Tell me. Tell me what you want, baby.”
“You, T. I want you.”
“Where, baby. Where’d ya want me?”
“Inside. I want you inside me, over me, on me. I want you everywhere, Cam. Fuck me, please.”
He slides inside me, joining us together. United.
He stops moving his hips and pushes himself onto his elbows so he can look at me.
“I love the fuck outta you, Kitten.”
Overwhelmed by the moment, the emotions, our conversation, and admissions, I can’t stop the tears that roll from my eyes and down towards my ears.
He moves his soft lips to mine, but this time, he’s gentle. His tongue flicks along the seam of my mouth as he moves his hips, pushing himself deeper inside of me. It isn’t enough. I dig my fingers into his tight arse cheeks and pull him, closer, harder, tighter towards me.
He’s buried to the hilt, and I’m only too beautifully aware of it.
Cam does this thing. He has this way of moving that I love. He rolls his hips, pulling his dick out of me, dragging it first up and then down over my clit before burying himself back inside of me. Over and over he repeats the move. I can’t even make a sound. I just lie there and take what he gives me until he switches it up and continuously grinds himself inside and against me. I move to meet his movements, and soon, I’m seeing solar systems, not just stars.
“Ahh,” The only communication I am now apparently capable of.