Kara So that's what it feels like. Getting an orgasm from Cameron's sensual mouth felt decadent and carnal. Deliciously scandalous. It was incredible and nothing I ever experienced before. There was nothing that could even come close to compare it with. No wonder people get addicted to this. But more specifically, I was addicted to Cameron. I was breathing hard and I could feel the pounding of my heart everywhere in my body. I had become a heartbeat. Spent, my knees gave out and I nearly collapsed until I tightened my hold on the headboard. When my heart calmed down, my body felt luxuriously empty and satiated. I felt like an overinflated balloon that exploded and fell into the water and was now floating lazily in the waves. Beneath me, Cameron laid a soft kiss between my legs. I moaned. It felt very sensitive and it...tickled. "You did so good, baby," he murmured against me, praising me as his lips rasped against the most sensitive part of my body. He gripped my hips and urged me down so I could lay on top of him, my long hair spilling everywhere. I tried to move to the bed, but he held on to me, keeping me in place. "Stay," he said quietly. "Just right here. In my bed. In my room. Just like this." He'd said a different version of this to me before. I just couldn't remember when. All I knew was that it felt good to hear it. My head was on his chest, legs tangled with his. He carefully stroked my hair away from my face, pushing it to one side. His fingers traced the shape of my shoulder leisurely, sliding down my arm to my elbow, then back up to my shoulder, then down my arm again. Up and down, up and down with his long, slightly rough-textured fingers. I closed my eyes and shivered in response. I could feel the hardness between his legs poking my hip. It felt hot and uncompromisingly rigid. I wanted to touch it. I wanted...more. What did Cameron taste like if I put him in my mouth? What sounds would he make? What would his gorgeous face look like when I do? I was burning with curiosity. And, I realized with shock, need. "Did you like my tongue between your legs?" he asked softly. Wow. How can his mouth be so...filthy? I liked it a lot. I liked all the dirty things that came out of his lips. I liked how self-assured he was, how shameless, how natural it was for him to be this way, so that it emboldened me to be the same. "Yeah, I did." I mumbled against his broad chest. "A lot." "Your pussy tasted so sweet." Omigod. Was I supposed to feel hot and bothered already? Because I did. How could I want him again so fast? "I like it when you talk dirty," I confessed. I heard his soft, husky laugh. "You do, don't you?" "It... turns me on." I bit my lip. It was one thing to talk about sex with your friends, because most of the time you knew you were bullshitting each other, or just having good fun. It was very different when you open yourself up to the man you want to sleep with, to the man who wanted to please and give you pleasure and tell him about secret things that were once safely hidden in your head. It felt very intimate. "I like that it makes me feel hot." "What else do you like?" "I'd like you...in my mouth." His breath caught. I waited for him to say something, but he didn't. It was just a moment of silence, a few seconds, but waiting for and anticipating his response felt like an hour. And then... "Ah. Hell. Baby." He shifted uncomfortably. I didn't think it was possible but against my hip he felt...thicker and harder. "And earlier at the cafeteria too," I said, remembering when he'd stood in front of me while I was sitting in my chair. I looked up to see him gazing down at me in a way that made me think of all the things I'd like to do to him with my mouth. "There was a moment. Before you left the table..." "I know. I was thinking about it then too." "And now?" "Yeah." I swallowed. "So—" I looked up at him and froze. He had his eyes closed. His jaw clenched tight. In the lamplight, he looked like a dark and brooding prince. His silky, dark hair had tumbled on his forehead, framing his perfect features. The pulse in his neck quickened and it didn't escape my notice that even his throat I found attractive. "Not tonight," he said. "What?" He opened his eyes and moved his gaze down to my face. "I won't fuck you tonight." The rough and dark timbre of his voice and his words sent a delectable shock to my core. No one had spoken to me like this before. No one that affected me the way Cameron did. "If you suck me off," he continued quietly, "I won't be able to stop myself from fucking you. And this isn't the right time." His vulgar words...would I ever get used to them? It sparked something inside me. As if I could be as wild as I wanted, lose control, and he would gladly enjoy every bit of it. "You told me to tell you when I'm ready." He let out a deep, heavy sigh, and fell silent. Instead of demanding, I ran the tips of my fingers on his hard stomach. He held his breath. I could feel his eyes on me, so focused on me. "I know you want me," I said quietly. "Should I give you the moon for knowing what's damned obvious?" "Yes, give me the moon," I teased. "And the stars. And the sky. If you can." If? Yeah right. More like when. I straddled him again. Just like earlier. Just like in my dream. I held my breath as he gripped my hips, lifted me up only to slide me underneath him. "You like being on top, don't you?" I wasn't sure. As long as he was with me, I don't think I cared much where I was.