Tequila, Tequila

I arched my back into him as I returned the kiss. His skin was hot to the touch, and I had no doubt that mine felt the same.

He returned to his exploration of my body with both his hands and his mouth. His lips were soft, his touch firm. His fingers probed every inch of my upper body, culminating with him snapping the front clasp on my bra and pushing the cups aside.

He took his time exploring those, too, with his tongue and his fingers. His tongue swirled around my nipples, one after the other, sending desire shooting right through me.

I didn’t want him to stop, but at the same time, I wanted more. I wanted to feel more because the throbbing of my clit was getting close to unbearable.

It was like he knew that, too, because he moved to the side and slid one hand between my legs. I was completely wet, so much so that he could probably move inside me right now without touching me again, but the way he moved his fingers told me that wasn’t going to happen.

I gasped and bucked my hips as his finger found my clit. He smiled against my skin, kissing back up my neck as he circled it. Once again his lips covered mine, but his hand didn’t move, except to tease and rub my clit.

I was going to come, and he knew it.

I grabbed the sheets with one hand and held his mouth to mine with the other. The pleasure quickly built inside me and slammed into me just as fast. It was a quick and furious orgasm that wracked my entire body with a series of shudders.

Cameron’s chuckle into my mouth made me blush before I realized how ridiculous that was. “That was easy.”

“Clearly you have better things to do with your mouth than talk,” I snapped back, slightly breathless.

“I do, but I’m not giving away all my secrets right now.” He dropped another kiss to my lips, dragging his teeth over my lower lip as he released me.

He reached into the nightstand, and I propped myself up on my elbows to see what he was doing.

All right, I was looking at his abs.

Still, that didn’t stop my gaze from wandering as he pulled down his pants and his boxer briefs.

And then I coughed and blushed, looking away.

His laugh was deep, and it tingled over my skin, making me shiver. I heard the rip of a condom packet, and a few seconds later, he was leaning over me again.

This time, his hand was on my good leg, lifting it to hook over his hip. His other was on the side of my head, and his lips claimed mine as he released my leg to reach between us.

The head of his hard cock moved through my wetness, making me twitch when he brushed over my sensitive clit, and slowly, pushed his way inside me.

My chest arched again, and that made his lips brush over my neck once more as my head went back. He moved so slowly, almost testing it out, easing his way into me. Each movement sent a thrill through me, making my heart beat until I didn’t think it could go any faster.

I kept one and around his neck and kissed him, then used my other hand to grab my bad leg and hold it up. He hummed his approval into my mouth and moved faster until all I could hear was the mingling of our labored breathing and the slapping of skin on skin.

I clenched, and he groaned, moving into me harder. I tilted my hips and got lost.

Lost in the movement of our bodies, in the sweat that coated my skin in a sheer sheen, in the way it felt when he kissed me as I came. He grunted as he joined me a few seconds later, and when he dropped his forehead to the bed next to my head, I let my legs fall.

He snuck one arm under my body and held me, and I wrapped mine around his neck. And we stayed like this for a few minutes, just being, just breathing, and I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I was falling for him.

***

“Are you ever not hungry?”

I put another fry in my mouth and grinned.

Cameron shook his head and adjusted his boxer shorts. “How is it that you’re lying there with your hair looking like a bird has nested in it, no make-up, and my t-shirt while you’re eating your second dinner, and I still want to flip you over and fuck you again?”

I swallowed and reached for my wine from the nightstand. “If you do that, can you make sure you move the food first?”

He shook his head, but I knew he was laughing. “Where do you put it?”