Page 237 of Just for the Cameras
I kiss down her stomach and move between her legs, where I press my lips below her belly button, to her pelvic bone, and then right on top of her arousal.
She moans and spreads her legs farther, pulling her knees up and giving me better access.
I run my nose along her slit, taking in her essence, the scent of her like a goddamn drug. I spread her with my fingers and then drag my tongue over her clit on a long, languid stroke that has her relaxing into the mattress.
“Just like that,” she whispers.
I listen, continuing the pace of my tongue while smoothing my hands over her inner thighs, letting my thumbs stroke just around her arousal, attempting to make her feel everything. From pleasure…to…love.
I want her to know she’s cherished.
Important.
My woman.
“Fuck,” she says as she tenses. “Faster, Graydon.”
I do one more slow stroke, then I pick up my pace, flicking my tongueover her clit, creating a humming vibration with my mouth at the same time. It seems to kick up the lust pulsing through her because her breathing picks up and her hand starts to tug on my hair.
The tension coiling through her only drives me to work harder, bring her to the edge, and give her exactly what she needs.
“God…oh God, Graydon. Right there, baby. Please don’t stop.”
My skin tingles from the sound of her voice calling me ‘baby.’
My tongue drives harder against her clit.
And my cock presses against the mattress, begging for friction, for her.
For her warmth.
But I keep my focus on her, driving my tongue against her, heightening her climax, bringing her to the edge, where I slow down for a moment, flattening my tongue and dragging out the pleasure.
“No,” she says in a frustrated tone. “I’m right there. Please make me come.”
As if she has to ask me twice.
I go back to intensely swiping against her clit in short, fast strokes as she tenses around me.
Her back arches.
Her mouth falls open.
And her hands grip the comforter beneath her as she rears her chest up, and a long, sexy moan falls out of her mouth as she clenches around me and climaxes.
“Oh fuck,” she calls out, her hips flying against my tongue as she rides out her orgasm.
And I fucking love it. I love that she uses me like this and doesn’t even think twice about it.
When she finally settles down and falls into a calming breath, I hover over her and rest my lips against her neck, kissing her softly. Then her jaw. Her cheek. Her forehead.
The tip of her nose.
Lightly against her lips.
And then as a smile peeks out over her lips, I bring my cock to her entrance, running the head over her slit and feeling just how much I satisfied her.
“I want to be inside you, beautiful. I need it.”
