Page 168 of Just for the Cameras
His mouth skims across my skin, up to just below my ear, causing a wave of goose bumps to spread across my skin just before he says, “Let’s fuck.”
Oh God.
His hands trail over my breasts as he moves down my chest with his mouth to my stomach, then right above my pubic bone, where he swirls his tongue, teasing me.
“So…do you want to?” he asks.
“Do…do I want to…what?” I ask, my arousal thrumming with anticipation, my nipples harder than stone as he plays with them, and the heat in my body blistering into an inferno.
“Fuck,” he answers.
“Yes,” I whisper just before he kisses his way down my slit. “Graydon,” I groan as he spreads me and his tongue presses against my clit.
“Shit,” he grumbles. “You taste fucking amazing.”
Heat swarms me as I gain the courage to spread my legs even wider. One of his hands continues to play with my breast while the other moves between my legs and spreads me for his tongue.
I sink into the mattress as pure euphoria fills me, Graydon knowing exactly what to do and how to do it. His tongue drags slowly over my clit, driving up my need for him with every stroke.
My hands fall to his head, where I play with the short strands of his hair, my fingers pressing into his scalp, creating a moan, which vibrates against me. It’s such a delicious feeling that I moan as well.
“Graydon, more.”
But he doesn’t listen. Instead he continues the slow, laborious torture of dragging his tongue over my clit, pulling the focus of my body’s nerve endings to one point, but never really getting me where I need to be.
And when he pulls away and starts kissing my inner thighs, I want to scream.
“No, Graydon, please.”
I can practically feel his smile against my leg as he kisses up my abdomen, bypassing my clit and moving up my taut stomach to my breasts, where he starts feasting on them, sucking them into his mouth, lapping at my nipples, driving me mad with need.
A prickling sensation bolts through me as he shifts beneath me so I can feel how hard he is.
Wanting to urge him on, I reach between us, press my hand into his boxer briefs, and take his length into my palm. He groans against me butdoesn’t stop, so I use my feet to help me push his boxer briefs down until he’s completely naked with me. I thrust up into him, trying to feel much-needed friction, but he pulls away from me, making it impossible to get what I need to fall over the edge.
“Graydon,” I complain, driving my hands into his hair and trying to lift him up to look me in the eyes. When he gives in to my tug, his eyes are heady, and the expression on his face is downright sinful.
“Problem?”
“You’re edging me.”
“And you have a problem with that?”
“I want you to make me come.”
He smirks, then leans in close and kisses me, his mouth parting and his tongue darting out, wrapping around mine for a few seconds before he pulls away and drags it down my body, past my breasts, over my stomach again, and straight between my legs, where he spreads me one more time. Instead of long, flat strokes, he flicks his tongue this time, hard and fast against my clit while keeping my legs spread.
“Oh fuck,” I say, my chest rising as I move up to my elbows, staring down at what he’s doing. “Oh my God, right there, Graydon. Please don’t…oh God, please don’t stop.”
But with those words uttered, he pauses his strokes, then lays a gentle kiss against my clit before moving to my legs, across my thighs, up my stomach, sucking, nipping, kissing, doing everything in his power to make me crazy.
“Graydon, stop. Please, I need…I need to come,” I pant, my chest rising and falling, the spot between my legs throbbing uncontrollably.
“You’ll come when I’m ready,” he says before sitting up on his knees and gripping his cock. His large hand starts pumping over his incredible length while I lie here, unable to do anything but stare at him, at the way he not only commands me but commands his own body.
The finely honed muscles flex across his chest, abdomen, and arms.
The tension in his neck.
