I nibble her earlobe, then slide around to her front so I can kiss her. I start gently, slowly, then gradually deepen the kiss, reading her body for the signals that it’s okay to go a little further, a little further.
“Would you like to go to the bedroom?” I ask when we part for air.
“Yes,” she murmurs.
“Lead the way.”
She pauses at the little but unmistakable challenge in my voice, then stands up and takes my hand. Zelda continues to snooze peacefully in her plush round doggie bed on the floor, barely bothering to glance our way.
In the bedroom, Maya keeps the door ajar and the lights off. I pull her toward me, resuming our deep, slow kisses, loving the way she melts into me.
“Can I take this off?” I ask, tugging on the hem of her pretty top.
“Yes.”
It slides off her like silk. The rough texture of lace meets my fingertips when I rest my hands on her rib cage. “How about this?”
“Yes.”
I find her bra clasp at the back and undo it with a flick of my fingers, then very slowly pull it from her body. She surprises me by guiding my hands straight to her breasts. “You have permission to do…anything you want,” she says.
My breath catches. The trust that required from her… It’s humbling. “I won’t hurt you,” I promise.
“I believe you.”
“In fact, I’m going to make you feel amazing.” I slowly massage her breasts, feeling her nipples pebble under my fingers. “And I won’t stop until you do.”
She only whimpers in return.
I help myself to her jeans, moving slowly in case she wants me to stop, but she doesn’t stop me. Underneath those mouthwatering jeans is a tiny lace thong. If the lights were on, I’d be willing to bet it matches her bra.
I guide Maya to lie on her back, then take a moment to remove my own clothes. My eyes adjust to the darkness and I can see her watching my every move as I unbutton my shirt, slip it off, undo my belt buckle, and pull down my jeans.
“You’re…a work of art,” she says in a hushed tone, reaching out to run her fingertips over the chiseled squares of my ab muscles.
I smile, leaning over her. “I’m nothing compared to you, beautiful.”
Our lips meet again, and then our tongues. I kiss her until she’s breathless, then begin tasting every inch of her. I reach her breasts and tease and taste her nipples, loving the way her back arches off the bed.
Then I kiss down her belly, pausing when I meet the lace barrier. “Have you ever had an orgasm, Maya?”
“Only…only ones I’ve given myself.”
“So no one has ever made you come before?”
She shakes her head, the shadows concealing her face.
“Has anyone ever kissed you…here?” I run a finger down her center. She’s wet—the crotch of her panties is damp and warm. Wet and ready—for me.
She squeaks and shakes her head.
I can’t hold back a wicked smile. “Then this is going to be fun.”
I slide her panties over her hips and down her legs, then gently spread her thighs. She definitely indulges in bikini waxes—her puffy center is smooth and plump, and saliva floods my mouth. I can’t hold back another second, and lean down, dragging my tongue through her warm, soft, wet folds.
That chocolate cake has nothing on Maya Mitchell.
The sound of her soft squeal is almost lost beneath my own deep moan of pleasure at the taste of her coating my tongue. It was an automatic reflex, one I couldn’t hold back, but as I set to work on her, licking her slowly, thoroughly, I decide I’d much rather hear her.
In the minutes that pass, full of her shaky moans and soft cries, I bring Maya to the precipice of her first orgasm at the hands—pardon me, tongue—of someone other than her. A few more licks, and she’s shattering like glass below me, her body trembling and writhing, wordless cries of pleasure spilling from her lips as she presses herself to my mouth greedily, mindlessly.
I revel in it, in her, and consume every last drop of her. There has never been anything sweeter than this woman, and there never will be.
I slide up her body and kiss her, and to my surprise, she sucks on my tongue. It’s erotic and makes my already stiff, aching cock that much heavier and harder.
“I want you,” I tell her in a choked voice. “God, I want you so bad.”
“You can have me,” she says, cupping my face. “I don’t have any condoms. And you know my history.”
“I haven’t been with anyone in over a year,” I tell her. “I’m clean.”
“Then I want you to take me…with nothing between us.” Her hands slide down between us and she wraps her fingers around my cock. “God, Cam, you’re huge.” She sounds worried.
“I’ll go slow, baby,” I promise. She guides me to her opening, all wet and hot and slick, and I start pushing into her, mindful that she is, essentially, a virgin.
She’s as tight as a glove, but her nervousness is making her even tighter. “Relax, baby,” I whisper. “It’s okay. Deep breath.”
Maya draws in a deep breath, and as she lets it out, I push a little deeper inside her. She gasps a little, but grabs my hips, presses on them. I keep going until I’m fully inside her, and the urge to come immediately falls over me. She feels like heaven.
I start thrusting slowly, carefully, listening to her sighs and moans. The pressure of her hands on my ass tells me how she wants it—gradually harder and faster.
“Oh my god,” she gasps. “You feel amazing.”
“So do you,” I manage to say. “Fuck, Maya. You’re incredible.”
Her legs slide up to wrap around me, and her hips thrust back, somehow pulling me in deeper until I’m hitting her limit over and over. It’s all I can do to stay in control and not lose my shit when suddenly I feel her grip me tight.
“Oh my—I think I’m gonna come,” she gasps.
“Come for me,” I growl between my teeth. “Come all over my dick, baby.”
Her inner walls squeeze hard around me over and over, and she cries out. I succumb to the intense sensations and explode with a deep groan, filling her with my seed.
For a moment neither of us can move. I brace my weight on my forearms so I don’t crush her. “Wow.”
“Yeah,” she whispers. Then she giggles. “Wow.”
I smile, leaning down to kiss her, then roll to my side. “I hope that was a good wow.”
“Was yours a good wow?”
“Mine was definitely a good wow.”
She props herself up on her elbow, her long hair cascading to one side. Her cheeks are flushed, eyes hooded, and she looks every bit a sex goddess.
“So was mine,” she says softly.
I reach up to brush her cheek. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”
She runs her fingertips lightly over my hand. “We have time to test that theory out.”
Except you don’t, because you’re going to have to leave her in a week.
I sigh, sitting up.
Maya frowns, scooting against me. “Is something wrong, Cam?”
“I—I meant to tell you this earlier, but I got swept up in…well, you.”