Page 64 of The Bright Omega

I groan against her skin. “You tell me if you want me to stop, okay sugar?”

Instead of answering with words, she clutches tighter at my hair and spreads her legs wider, lifting one so her knee rests on my shoulder. I don’t need any more invitation.

I hook my fingers in the tiny pink bikini bottoms and pull them to the side. She’s wet, pink, and glistening. The sight of her nearly shorts out my brain. I drag my tongue up her center in one long, slow stroke, feeling the exact moment she twitches against my mouth, thighs tensing on either side of my head.

Holy fuck. She tastes incredible. Sweet lavender and creamy vanilla with a deeper, earthy undertone that’s pure Cammie and totally addictive. I groan and dive in, licking and sucking at her clit before pushing my tongue inside her as deep as I can go. I fuck her with it. Slow, then faster, curling and thrusting while my nose rubs against her clit.

Cammie’s head falls back with a loud, broken moan. She doesn’t hold back. Not even a little. Her hips rock against my face, chasing my tongue, and the filthy sounds she makes are perfect.

When I suck her clit between my lips and flick it fast with my tongue, she comes hard. Her husky voice is loud and shameless, crying out my name as her thighs tremble around my head. Her fingers tighten in my hair almost to the point of pain, and I keep going, licking her through every pulse until she’s shaking and gasping.

I finally pull back, lips shiny with her, and look up at her with a massive grin. “Goddamn, sugar,” I laugh. “I’m really glad Piers bought a compound. Anyone within a thousand feet definitely heard that.”

Cammie’s still breathing hard, cheeks flushed, when she looks down at me with that wicked little smirk I love so much. “Too bad my doctor said I can’t exercise yet,” she says, her words still pitched an octave lower than normal.

I catch on immediately. My grin turns feral. “No, nothing strenuous, sugar. But it’s been five weeks and you’re not an invalid.”

She tugs my wet hair, guiding my face closer to her still exposed, dripping pussy. “If only there was a medical professional here who could supervise… make sure I don’t do anything dangerous.”

Fuck. This woman is going to kill me.

“I’m a surgeon,” I say, running a finger along her thigh. “And right now I’m diagnosing you with NMDI.”

Her lips twitch. “I don’t know that one, doctor.”

“Needs my dick immediately,” I say with as straight a face as I can muster.

“Promises, promises.” She rubs her foot along my cock and all the blood rushes from my head.

“Easy, darlin’,” I practically growl. “You’ll have me coming in my pants like a schoolboy.”

Her smile is pure seduction. “Well then, you better get out of those pants. Stat, doctor.”

I launch myself out of the pool in one smooth motion, water cascading off me as I stand. I grab her hand and help her up, careful not to pull too hard on her core.

“Inside.” I start toward the patio door, but she shakes her head, eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Oh no. I haven’t seen the sun in weeks. I’m not wasting it.”

She leads me to the nearest wide lounge chair, pushing me down onto my back with surprising strength for someone still healing. I go willingly, heart pounding as she stands over me.

“Cowboy,” she purrs, “today I ride.”

She slides the bottoms down and reaches back to untie the top, letting it fall away. Her full, soft tits bounce free, nipples tight and begging for my mouth. The generous curves of her hips, waist, that perfect ass are on full display in the sunlight. For once, I forget what words are for. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

Cammie straddles me carefully. I sit up a little, hands on her hips, helping guide her so she doesn’t strain anything. “Slow, sugar. Nice and slow. Tell me if anything hurts.”

She sinks down inch by inch and the wet heat of her grips me so tight and so immediately that my hips want to buck up before she's even seated. I don't let them. I hold still and feel every inch of it. She’s so fucking wet from what my tongue did to her that she takes me easily, but I still watch her face like a hawk for any sign of discomfort.

Once I’m buried deep, she pauses, breathing hard, hands braced on my chest. “Beck…”

“I’ve got you,” I murmur, thumbs stroking her hips. “You feel so fucking good. So perfect.”

She moves. Slow, rolling rocks of her hips at first, then building into shallow rides. I keep one hand on her waist, the other sliding up to cup her breast, thumb brushing her nipple. Every moan she makes, every flutter of her pussy around my cock, has me fighting not to thrust up into her.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” I grit out. “Look at you riding my cock like you own it. So fucking pretty.”

She arches her back and lets her eyes close and she rolls her hips.