How to Misbehave (Camelot 1)
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“Tony,” she whispered.
“Yeah?”
“That feels good.”
“Good. Keep talking to me.”
He pressed his finger along the front wall of her channel, looking for her G-spot, and when she bucked about a foot off the bed, he figured he’d found it.
“That!” she said. “I like that.”
He worked her clit, worked that spot until she was straining off the mattress, tossing her head from side to side. Just fucking desperate to come.
But she didn’t, and he didn’t know how to push her over the edge.
“Tony,” she pleaded. “I need …”
“Tell me what you need.”
“I don’t know.”
“All right. We’ll figure it out.”
He left his fingers inside her and moved his mouth back to her nipple, sucking hard. “Oh my gosh,” she said.
“Oh my God. When you’re in bed with me, you say ‘Oh my God.’ ”
Amber smiled, radiant as an angel. “Oh my God, that feels fucking amazing.”
“That’s my girl. You tell me what to do.”
He put his mouth back on her breast, licking and teasing until she spoke up and said, “Harder.” When he sucked, she said, “Can you … Will you bite me again? Not too hard?”
So he nipped her, and she tossed her head back and moaned. “Holy shit. Why do I like that?”
“Don’t worry about the why. Get out of your head and focus on the way it feels.”
He found a rhythm, and she chased it with her hips.
“Tony, I want …”
“Tell me.”
“I want your mouth again.”
“You want me to go down on you.”
“I do.”
He was already moving in that direction, but he pushed her anyway. “Say it.”
“I want you to go down on me.”
“Good girl.”
This time she opened wide for him, and he flicked his tongue over her clit and worked her with his fingers until she was moaning his name, over and over. “Tony, I want to come.”
“I know you do, honey. What do you need?”