Page 84 of I Loved You First

He bent his head again, using his mouth and fingers to bring her up slowly.

Her thighs shook while her stomach muscles clenched as she exhaled a trembling moan. “Cam.”

Knowing Fi’s tells—that she was on the edge—he suckled her harder.

And then she let go, crying out as she pulsed against his tongue and throbbed around his fingers.

He kept her high with every thrust and lick, loving the way she squirmed and bucked.

Eventually, her body relaxed as she came down. “I want you,” she said, reaching forward, pulling at the snap of his jeans. “I want you inside me.”

Yanking on the zipper, he finished the job, quickly shoving his pants and boxers down, freeing his erection. Teasing them both with a rub of his tip against her center, he steamed out a breath, watching as he inched his way into Fi, disappearing into her tight heat.

Her sexy whimpers were back as she shuddered. “Move nice and slow.”

His hands wandered up to play with her breasts as he followed her directions.

Her eyes closed as she moaned. “Move faster. But just a little because you feel so good.”

He clenched his jaw as their eyes met again—as he made sure each thrust hit her just right.

Her hips began to move to his rhythm—to jerk as she reached for his hands, clutching at his fingers as her breathing picked up in the way that it did when she was close.

“Come, Fi.”

And she did, arching her back as she rode the next wave.

“Look at me.”

Her eyes met his as she panted out each breath. “Give me all of you. Right now, I want all of you.”

Ready to explode from her throaty demands, he pumped faster, holding her gaze as she tensed again, orgasming for the third time, her body enticing him to follow with each rhythmic contraction.

He moved to grip her hips, thrusting deep as he gave Fi what she asked for, groaning as he struggled to hold himself still while he emptied himself inside of her.

Their gasps and pants filled the silent room.

Reaching for him, she wrapped her legs around his waist, kissing him as they each caught their breath.

He eased back, looking into her eyes. “I really like it when you’re bossy.”

She grinned. “I prefer to think of it as assertive.”

“We can call it whatever you want.” His mouth moved back to capture hers. “Do you want to hang out with me upstairs?”

She nodded. “I do.”

Pulling himself free of her, he picked up his shirt and handed it to her. “You can put this on so we don’t have to spend a whole lot of time taking your stuff off again.”

Chuckling, she pulled his top over her head. “I like the way you think.”

He gained his feet, pulling up his pants. “I want to carry you upstairs—to be all romantic and stuff—but we’ll have less explaining to do if we wake Brady up and you’re walking on your own.”

She nodded as she stood, scooping up her clothes and her phone. “That makes a lot of sense. Although he might question my new dress. He’s very observant.”

He nodded, staring at his shirt skimming Fi’s sexy upper thighs. “You bring up a good point.” Then he scooped her up, giving in to his need to give Fi the sweet gestures he so desperately wanted to but so rarely did.

She grinned as she hooked her arm around his neck. “What about Brady?”