Instead, he lifts me up and places me on the table. My stomach clenches as he positions himself between my thighs, my sundress curling at my waist. I ring my legs around him, pulling him so close that the soft cotton of his sweatpants rubs against my opening.
He looks down. “You aren’t wearing panties.”
“Nope.”
When his gaze flips back to my eyes, it’s so heated I think he’s going to combust. “You’ve run around all day like this?”
“Maybe.”
“Damn it, Camilla,” he growls, placing his hand in between us. A finger slides through my slit easily, dragging the wetness around my opening. “Tell me you’re fucking with me.”
“What’s it matter?” I moan, letting my arms dangle off his sculpted shoulders.
“Cam.”
“Fine. I took them off in my car and shoved them in my purse when I got here. I wanted to be ready for you.”
He sinks a finger, then two, inside. A gush of breath escapes my throat, a soft moan on its tail. Pulling them out, he thrusts them inside me again. “You’re ready for me. There’s no doubt about that.”
“Dom?”
“What, beautiful?”
“I need you inside me.”
Smirking, he works his fingers in a torturously slow circle. “Now?”
“Yes, fucking now,” I pant.
My eyes are closed as I place my hands behind me and lean back, giving him as much access as he wants. His thumb sits heavily on my clit, putting gentle pressure as he works me into a heated frenzy.
“Dominic,” I groan before yelping as he slides his long, hard cock into me. “God!”
“Is that what you want? Now?” he laughs, slowly withdrawing before pushing hard inside once more, until he hits the wall of my vagina. “You want this now?”
“Yes,” I hiss. “No, actually I don’t. I don’t want this. I want you to fuck me.”
He growls, the intensity of his actions building steadily. “Say it again.”
“Fuck me, Dom.”
My hair swishes against the table, my legs burning with an orgasm that’s been waiting to release since I saw him at the bar. His hands are all over me—cupping my breasts, holding my shoulders, squeezing my hips—as he finds the rhythm we both love.
When I open my eyes, he’s watching me with an expression I can’t quite put my finger on. He smiles.
“Harder, please,” I say, the words bouncing with every thrust.
His smile widens, grows cocky, and pushes me that much closer to the edge. “Your pussy can’t handle my cock. Feel that? That’s me hitting the back.” He slams into me, his girth stretching me so far it almost burns. “You’re. So. Damn. Tight.”
With each thrust, I’m brought to the brink of undoing. Every grin, every whiff of his cologne brings me closer and closer to the climax I crave.
I lean forward and grip his arms, his biceps sweaty and flexing under my touch. He growls, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swirls his hips as he’s deep inside me.
“Either we stop or I’m gonna be done,” he says through gritted teeth. “You have about two seconds to decide.”
“Come,” I say, letting my legs fall to the sides and drop onto the puddled tabletop. “Ah,” I shout as he drives mind-numbingly hard into my pussy. “Dominic!”
“Cam,” he mutters, powering into me one final, heavy time as I topple around him.