UNRAVEL ME 2

UNRAVEL ME 2
UNRAVEL ME 2

“Cyrus…what are you doing?” Camilla widened her eyes as Cyrus brought his head lower, between her thighs. The hem of her dress raised.

“Shhh….Relax.” he cooed, as he caught her hand and put two fingers into his mouth. His free hand was cupping her breast, kneading with soft, rhythmic squeezes.

“Cyrus, No—”

He lifted his head and looked at her his with his stormy grey eyes, “It’s insane, I know. I don't….I can't explain it, Camilla. I can't stop thinking about making you come, Camilla. It's driving me insane.”

“Then do it. Show me I’m worth obsessing over.”

One of his hands pushed between her legs and they fell open shamelessly. Camilla's body was so aroused, she was flushed and almost feverish. Every touch, every breath, every word, cursing a wave of electric down to her core.

His other hand on her breast, continued to pump her, making them heavy and unbearably sensitive.

“You're wet for me.” He murmured, his gaze sliding down her body to where he was parting her thong with his fingers. “You're beautiful here, too. Plush and pink. So soft.” He growled, sniffing her.

Camilla inhaled sharply, arching her back against the bed.

“Cy–” A sharp, low moan escaped her mouth as he slid one finger carefully into her. She closed her eyes against the unbearable vulnerability of being spread out naked and fingered by a man whom she thought she hated. A man who was still fully clothed and kneeling on the floor beside her.

“You're so soft.” Cyrus pulled out and thrust gently back into her.

Camilla's back bowed as she clenched eagerly around him.

“And so tight. How long has it been since the last time you were fucked?”

Camilla swallowed hard. “I've been busy. Katrina. My family and then…”

“And then?” He pulled out and pushed back into her with two fingers. Camilla couldn't hold back the moan of delight that wracked through her throat.

As aloof and cold as Cyrus was, he was talented, had talented hands, skilled and confident and he took want he wanted with them.

“Are you on birth control, Camilla?”

“Yes.” Her hand gripped the sheets. “Of course.”

“I'll prove that I'm clean and you'll do the same, then you're going to let me cum in you, when I’m inside of you.”

“You want to come inside me?” she said, breathless but daring.

“Then earn it.”
His fingers moved again….”Oh god!”

Camilla was panting for him, her hips circling shamelessly onto his thrusting fingers. She had never felt so turned on in her life. Camilla was near mindless with the need for an orgasm, she felt like she'd combust spontaneously if he didn't get her off.

Cyrus was breathing hard, too. His face flushed with lust. Lust for Camilla, when she's done nothing but respond helplessly to him.

His hand on her breast moved to her cheeks, and brushed over it. “You're blushing, Camilla. I'm making you feel good.”

“Yes.”

His smile was both wicked and delighted and it made her chest tighten.

“I want to feel your cum, while I fuck you with my fingers. I want you to feel my cum in you, so you think about how I looked and the sounds I made when I spurted it in your. And while you're thinking about that, you're going to look forward to me doing it again and again.”

Camila's sex rippled around his stroking fingers, the rawness of his words pushing her to her to brink of orgasm.

“I'm going to tell you all the ways I want to pleasure you, Camilla, and I'm going to do it all. We're going to have a maddening, primal, and no hold-back sex. You know that, don't you? You can feel how it will be between us.”

“Yes,” Camilla breathed, clutching her breast to ease the deep ache of her hardened nipples. “Please, Cyrus…”

“Shhh….I've got you,” The pad of his thumb rubbed her clitoris in gentle cycles. “Look into my eyes when you come for me.”

Everything tightened in her core, the tension building as he massaged her clit and pushed his fingers in and out in a steady and unhurried rhythm.

“Give it up, Camilla. Don't hold back.” He ordered. “Now.”

Camilla climaxed with a shuddery soft cry. Her now white-knuckled grips on the sheets tightened as her hips pumped onto his hand, her mind far beyond shame or shyness.

Camilla opened her now moistened eyes, her gaze locked with his, unable to look away, riveted by the fierce masculine triumph that flared in his eyes. In that moment he owned her. Shed do anything he wanted and he knew it.

Searing pleasure pulsed through her. Through the roaring blood in her ears, she thought she had him speak hoarsely, but she lost the words when he hooked one of her legs over his shoulders and covered her cleft with his mouth.

“Wait—I can’t take more.”
But her hands tangled in his hair, holding him there anyway.

She was too swollen, too sensitive and sweaty. But when his tongue touched her clit, fluttering over it, the hunger built again. More intense than the first time. He rimmed her trembling slit, teasing her, taunting her with the promise of another orgasm, when he knew she couldn't have one again so quickly.

Then his tongue speared into her and she bit her lips to bite back a scream. She came a second time, her body quacking violently, tender muscles tightening desperately around his decadent licking. He growled, a sound that vibrated though Camilla. She didn't have the strength to push him away when he returned to her clit and sucked her softly, tirelessy, until she climaxed again, gasping his name.

Camilla was boneless as Cyrus straightened her leg and still breathless when he kissed her up her belly to her breast. He licked each of her nipples and then hauled her up with his arm banded around her back. She hung lax and pliable in his grip while he took her mouth with suppressed violence, bruising her lips and betraying how close to the edge he was. He pulled away and looked at her.

“I bet you can get up on your own, talk more of walking to the bathroom.”

“Cyrus…?”

A p
roud smirk played on his lips, as he carried her off the bed and headed to the bathroom.