by S. Van Horne
Her brown eyes soften on me before fire begins to slowly burn in their depths. “I’m not going to change my mind.”
She opens her door and slides out of the truck, leaving me at a loss for words. The timid Cami I know is suddenly a smoking-hot vixen. I scramble out of the truck, quick to follow her lead. We stop on her porch as she fishes through her purse for her keys. Her bright yellow door glows in the dark of the night, its color reflecting her friendly personality. I like it.
She opens the door, and I follow her inside, kicking it closed behind me. I’m no longer able to keep my hands to myself. I reach for her and press myself against her back. She responds by pushing her ass harder against my cock, moaning loudly when my hands cup her breasts over her dress. Her nipples harden under my touch.
“Fuck, babe, you’re responsive.” I slip my hand into the top of her dress, finding her nipples instantly. She arches into my touch. My lips find her neck, and I run my tongue along the column up to her ear.
“Ben…” she purrs, letting me hear the need in her voice. She grabs my thighs tightly. Her fingernails bite through my slacks, making me harder. “More…”
I grip her shoulders and turn her quickly before pinning her against the nearest wall. Pictures fall from the force of our bodies knocking into them, but we ignore it. I push her skirt up and lift her, cupping her ass. She wraps her legs around me like a vise, and I press my throbbing cock against her core.
I nearly come in my pants. The heat of her body makes me spin. Having her like this, sandwiched between me and the wall, is a dream come true. Everything about her—her scent, her taste, the feeling of her body pressed against me—is better than anything I can dream up. Our lips meet in a hurried but deep kiss. I send up a silent prayer of thanks to whatever fate put us together tonight.
Her hands are warm on my chest, and her fingers push and pull at the buttons on my shirt until it’s open and off my shoulders. Her hands touch my bare skin, sending a bolt of electricity shooting through me, making my cock throb.
“Babe,” I pull back, holding onto her like my life depends on it, “as much as I want to fuck you against the wall, the first time I have you, I want to take my time.”
“Ben,” she moans, her eyes half-lidded with desire. She snakes her arms around my neck, kissing and licking along my jawline.
“Bedroom?” My hands grip her ass tightly when I move away from the wall, and I carry her down the hallway.
“End of the hallway,” she murmurs. Her heels hit the floor as we go, and her legs tighten around me.
I push open the door at the end of the hall and enter her bedroom. The scent of vanilla and lavender surrounds me, and I note the neutral tones covering the walls, her furniture, and bedding. After laying her down on the bed, I push her skirt up around her waist, and I groan loudly at the sight of her blue lace panties. They barely cover her pussy. I’m not a man who likes lingerie, but for this woman, I’m willing to change that aspect, especially if her closet is filled with items like these.
Looking up at me with lust-filled eyes, she reaches for me, but I grab her wrists and pin her hands above her head.
“Don’t move, Cami.” I capture her lips with my own and swallow her husky moan. My hands travel down her body, and when I reach her legs, I brush my fingertips along her inner thighs.
“Please,” she begs, thrusting her hips up, but I continue on course, teasing her soft, silky skin. I trail my lips down her neck and pull her top down with my teeth, revealing two dusty pink rosebuds just waiting for my mouth to claim them. I flick my tongue over one of the sensitive buds, once, twice, before sucking it into my mouth. She arches her back, giving me better access to them.
I slip one hand in-between her legs, and I trace the line of her pussy through the delicate lace, groaning loudly at the way my fingers slide along the material. She’s fucking soaked. I kiss and lick her creamy skin, stopping at the top of her panties. I pause and meet her gaze. She’s holding her breath, waiting and watching me. I breathe in deeply, inhaling her sweet scent.
Mine.
She opens her legs to me, the anticipation too much, and she thrusts her hips forward. I know what she wants.
“Patience, beautiful, I’ll get there.” I chuckle and kneel on the floor beside the bed, pulling her to the edge and spreading her legs even further. After hooking a finger in the delicate material of her panties, I pull at it, ripping them from her body. Her pretty pussy glistens up at me, and I lower my head and kiss along her inner thigh, biting her flesh.
“Ben,” she pants, tensing each time my lips move and don’t make contact where she needs them most. I smile, loving the power I hold over her. It’s intoxicating.
I pull back for only a moment before placing my mouth over her clit, flicking it with my tongue before sucking the swollen bud into my mouth. Her body quivers from the pressure, and she lets out a hiss as I release it from between my teeth. I slide a finger into her tight warmth and continue to lap and tease her bundle of nerves, until she’s gasping for breath.
“Don’t stop,” she pants. Her fists grip the sheet above her head like it’s her lifeline. Sensing how close she is to the edge, I slip a second finger inside her, stretching her tightness. I groan, wishing I was already plunging balls-deep inside her.
CHAPTER EIGHT
CAMI
HE SLIPS IN A THIRD finger, filling and stretching me, until I don’t think I can take any more. I welcome the feeling, knowing soon I’ll take more. I felt the size of him pressed firmly against me in the parking lot. My guess is, I’m going to feel him for days.
Ben nips at my clit, grazing his teeth against it. The sensation winds me tighter. I’m desperate to come. Flattening his warm tongue against me, he thrusts his fingers in and out, driving me to the point of no return.
“Please,” I beg, needing him to push me over the edge. He smirks up at me before granting me mercy and clamping down, sucking my bud into his mouth. I shoot off like a rocket as my orgasm hits me full force. He replaces his fingers with his tongue, assaulting my clit with a slippery finger. The sensation is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
“Ben,” I yell, convulsing around his tongue. Our eyes connect, and a new wave hits me. This time, I relax, my body tingles, and my breath hitches. It makes me question why I waited so long to be with someone.
Never again, I vow, my brain barely able to function. He begins to slow his assault on my clit, letting me gradually come down from the intense pleasure. My body feels reenergized, and as satisfying as that was, it wasn’t what I want most.
I curl forward and reach for him. He follows my lead and climbs up the length of my body, briefly settling over me. I kiss him hastily, tasting the remnants of my orgasm on his tongue.
“You’re glowing,” he whispers, looking down at me with awe.
“It’s been a while since I’ve felt like this,” I laugh, pushing at his shoulders and shoving him onto his back. I straddle him and pull my dress over my head, tossing it somewhere behind me. “You ruined my panties.”
“I’ll buy you new ones.” His voice is husky, filled with need.
I make my way down his chiseled chest, kissing and nipping as I go. It isn’t until I reach his belt buckle, and I slowly release him from the confines of his clothing, that I truly understand the sheer size of him.
Holy shit, he’s huge. At least eight inches, but it isn’t his length I find most shocking. I reach down to wrap my hand around him, but my fingers are nowhere near touching.
“Don’t worry, I’ll fit.” I look up to find him staring down at me. He chuckles because my wide-eyed stare gives away my thoughts. He lifts himself, allowing me to pull his jeans and boxer briefs down past his hips. I remove his shoes and finish pulling off the rest of his clothing.
Shaking off my initial shock, I move closer to him and run my tongue over the head of his cock. Wound tight like a rubber band, ready to snap at a moment’s notice, his body shudders from the sensation. I place a soft
kiss over the same spot, watching his cock twitch from the sensation.
“You don’t have to do that, Cami.” His voice is strangled, like he’s having a hard time focusing. I love seeing him this way.
“I want to taste you.” My voice is a whisper. Opening my mouth, I swipe my tongue along the underside of his cock, sucking him as far down my throat as I can. When he hits the back of my throat, I adjust myself, taking on more. He groans, hands thread through my hair, and he grips it at the root, stopping me from going any further.
“Babe, I’m not going to last.” I snicker, wanting him to lose control, so I can swallow every drop of him I can get. “We have all night. As much as I want to come from that sweet mouth of yours, I need to feel you milk my cock with that tight pussy more.”
Smiling inwardly, I comply, rising up from my position to straddle him. I place him at my entrance, but before I can move, he grips my hips.
“Condom.” The word is like a bucket of ice, but his brown eyes never waver, keeping me in the moment.
Shit, what was I thinking almost taking him bareback? He lifts me up and settles me off to the side. He grabs his jeans, and takes out a silver foil packet from one of the pockets. I lean back on the bed, watching as he rips it open with his teeth and slides the rubber down his large shaft. I swallow hard and wetness surges between my legs.
He moves, hovering over me for a moment, catching my eyes. He lifts a hand and caresses my cheek with such tenderness, it leaves my heart aching in my chest. I see warmth in his eyes, behind the need, and I let myself embrace it. His hardness presses at my entrance again. I open for him, wrapping my legs around his middle.
“Ben,” my voice is gentle, dripping with need I’ve never felt before. He lowers his head and catches my lips before slowly surging forward with his hips. I’ve never experienced a slow burn, but this has to be what it feels like. He shifts, holding one hand at my hips, keeping me from moving and the other hand supporting his weight. He slowly fills me, stretching me so tight, I feel desperate for more. “Please, more…”
He ignores my plea, holding my hip tighter, refusing to let me speed up the moment. His sac hits me, and I know I’ve taken all he can give. He starts to pull out, just as slow as he started. I try moving, pushing forward, but he doesn’t let me.
“Been dreaming of this moment for too long, Cami. Want it to last as long as I can make it,” he tells me, reading the tension in my body. Slow and steady, he builds me up.
I moan loudly. The sensation of his cock pushing in and out of me is almost more than I can handle. He doesn’t relent, keeping pace and trapping me in a slow burn.
CHAPTER NINE
BEN
EVEN THOUGH I’M THE HOT link on the menu, I prefer a slow and steady burn. Spicy doesn’t always mean hard and fast.
The way her pussy grips my cock hard, it takes everything in me to keep it slow and steady because all I want to do is pound away at her sweetness. If she hadn’t told me it’s been a while for her, I would throw caution to the wind and have my way with her. But I can tell by the way her greedy pussy sucks me in, she’s telling the truth. The further I push into her, the tighter she gets, and the last thing I want to do is hurt her.
“Fuck, Cami, you feel like heaven,” I mumble, slipping a hand between us to find her clit. She purrs in the back of her throat, clearly approving my efforts. “Need you to come.”
“Need you to speed up, so I can.”
“You first,” I challenge, increasing the speed and pressure I hold over her sensitive bud. Her body tenses, trying to hold out, but the moment her eyes fly open, I know she can’t fight me anymore. She explodes around my cock, clamping down on me so hard, it takes all of my restraint not to come.
My name on her lips never sounded so good, but while she’s flying high, I gradually pick up speed, adjusting my position to hit her g-spot, prolonging her pleasure. I release my hold on her hips, finally allowing her to move with me, and she does, urging me to push faster and harder.
“Ben,” she breathes, her nails scraping the length of my back. Stuck in the limbo of her orgasm, she can only feel what I give her. “Faster…harder…”
“Come again for me, baby,” I gasp as my body tenses, the ache from my balls reminding me I don’t have much longer until I lose control. Fighting off my own pleasure, I focus solely on the woman underneath me and give her what she asks for.
Harder and faster. The slow burn is gone, replaced with need unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
The need to claim her.
The need to make her mine in every way possible.
Her body twitches underneath me, and she lets loose a scream of satisfaction, signaling her third and final orgasm. I continue to give her what she wants as pleasure tears through her body, drenching my cock with her sweet nectar.
My fucking goddess.
I know I’m close when the familiar tingle deep in my balls begins. She’s clamped so tightly around me, I’m surprised I can move.
But I do move.
Harder. Faster.
One stroke.
Two.
“Fuck…” My body jerks uncontrollably, and I finally find my release. Wave after wave crashes around me, until I no longer know where she begins and I end. Connected as one, we only have each other to hold onto as our pleasure runs its course.
I begin to slow my jerky movements, and she wraps her arms around my neck, placing gentle kisses along my shoulder.
“Cami…” I lower my face to her dark hair, filling my lungs with her scent. Theres so much I want to say to her right now, but words elude me as exhaustion seeps in. I’ve never felt this sated, this fast, in my life. But I know it won’t last long. I’ll never be able to get enough of her.
“Ben,” she sighs as I pull out of her and collapse beside her. She rolls, places her head on my chest, and drags in a deep satisfied breath.
Holding her, I get the sense that whatever it is I want to say will have tota wait because I feel her sated body relax and exhaustion consume her.
Once she is asleep, I slip out of bed and discard the proof of our love-making.
When I finally crawl back in beside her, I cover us both up, loving the fact that I’m falling asleep with her in my arms.
How did I get this lucky?
CHAPTER TEN
CAMI
LIGHT FILTERS INTO THE ROOM, waking me to the gentle snore of someone beside me. My body freezes at the sound, but the delicious pull of used muscles reminds me of the events from the previous night and who I’m in bed with.
Ben.
His large warm body stirs next to me, and I close my eyes, pretending to be asleep. Once he settles, his breath deepening again, I turn my head to take in the sight of him. But instead of finding a sleeping giant, I’m met with a large smile and sleepy brown eyes.
“Good morning,” he drawls, and his deep voice sends a thrill through my body.
“Morning,” I respond, turning the rest of my body to face him. He lifts an arm, and I snuggle into the crook, placing my hand on his chest to trace the hard lines of muscle. He wraps his arm tightly around me.
The sound of his stomach fills the awkward silence growing between us.
“Someone’s hungry,” I laugh and snuggle into him.
“My date made me skip dinner last night. She couldn’t wait for her dessert,” he teases. I can feel the smile on his lips as he presses a kiss against my head. “Would you like to get some breakfast?”
“I can’t.” I look up at him, wishing I could spend the day wrapped in his arms. “I have to work today. Dinner tonight?”
“I’ve got my girls tonight.”
“What about Sunday night then? I’ll make dinner.” I lift up and settle on his chest, looking down at him. I lean in to place a gentle kiss on his lips. Usually, I’m a stickler for oral hygiene, but I want to feel his lips on mine more than I care about my morning breath.
“Sunday is no good, babe.” He tenses against me, but hi
s arms reach around me, holding me close. It’s all I need to know the reason why Sunday is a no-go.
“You have a date,” I state. My heart squeezes in my chest, telling me I might have invested more than my body during our time together.
“Yes,” he says, squashing any hope that I’m wrong. “I can come by afterwards, if you want.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” I shake my head and try pushing off him. Does he really believe he can go from his date’s bed to mine like that?
“Why not?” he asks. His reluctance to let me go makes me push harder, and he finally releases me. Staring up at me, he seems to be trying to figure out what’s happening. I slide off him and onto my back, covering myself with the sheet, trying to shield myself from him. Not that it matters, he’s seen every inch of me. “What’s going on in that head of yours, Cami?”
“Nothing. Sundays are usually pretty busy for me anyways, prepping for next week and all. I shouldn’t have asked.” I sit up and look around the room for something, anything, to put on. I need to get out of this bed before I hurl all over myself. The thought of him being with another woman, the way we were only hours ago, makes me sick. I need space to think, to sort out the mess in my head and my heart. His arms snake around my middle, pulling me into the hard nakedness of his chest.
“Are you upset because I have a date?”
“It’s okay, Ben. I get it. I’m not your only client.” I take a deep breath. My chest hurts too much to keep everything inside. “I just thought after last night…”
He waits for me to continue, but the courage I felt disappears. The reality of who he is and what he does comes crashing down on me. He’s an escort, of course there is going to be other women. One night with him doesn’t give me claim to him. Besides, I paid for our night together.
“After last night, what?” He nudges me, tightening his hold on me. I lean into him, swallowing the hurt itching to spill out of me, remembering I’m just like the others now.
