Chapter Five
Jonah slid the card key in Cam’s door and let himself in. The lights were dim, the curtains closed. He padded through the sitting room to the master bedroom.
“Jonah, is that you?”
The unbelted red robe clung to every curve of her body. The lapels molded to the swell of her breasts, giving him a tantalizing view of creamy flesh. A triangle of cling wrap protected her new tattoo. His eyes fell upon her pretty cunt begging for a finger, a cock. Her loose hair fanned out over around the pillows tempted him to gather the threads in his hands while he fucked her to oblivion.
“Lieutenant Colonel Dawson at your service, ma’am. I give you leave to look your fill for a moment.” Cam quickly took off her blindfold. Raw lust stared back at him. He stood at ease, waiting for her to finish her appraisal.
“The Army uniform fits you well. So well it looks like an actual one, not some fake from a store. Even the shiny shoes. God, you are one sexy ass man.” Cam rose and sauntered over to him. The robe fell completely open, gracing him with a view of her pebbled nipples. When she reached him, she skimmed her fingers over his regulation uniform. His cock jerked in appreciation.
“So real.” She cocked her head to the side. Jonah pushed the satin robe off her shoulders. He slid the soft barrier back over her face.
“Cover your eyes and get on the bed. Now.” He wanted to satisfy her wax play and bury his cock deep inside her.
“Yes, sir.” She obeyed, slipped the blindfold in place, licked her lips and crawled onto the mattress on her hands and knees. Jonah groaned at the sight of her luscious ass tempting him to enter. He hissed out a breath, clenched his jaw, and withdrew a candle from the package. As he lit the wick, she flipped over on her back, wriggled a second, and settled, her hands clenched at her sides. What on earth? He chuckled and trailed a finger up her leg. She softened to a sweet pliancy under his touch. “Why so tense?”
“I can’t see what you’re going to do to me.”
“Oh, I plan on playing with you and getting to know you.” He bent at the waist and ran his tongue over her cunt. “Ready?” He blew into her slit.
“Umahg.”
“New word for the dictionary. Relax and tell me something about yourself.” He pinched her clit between his thumb and finger. She sighed in response. Jonah tilted the candle over her breast, high enough to allow the wax to cool before contact. “Answer?” He repeated the action on her other side and watched her grip the bedclothes with clenched hands.
“I’m…. I don’t know what to tell you.”
“Hmm. Anything you wish.” He lowered the candle closer to her skin, dripping wax from the underside of her breast to her navel. She hissed out a breath with each drop. Her soft moans made his dick harder. With his free hand, he spread her folds and thrust a finger inside.
“I work for my father.” She screamed when he sucked her nipple into his mouth and dropped a second drip of wax on her other breast.
“Like that?”
“Umhm. Feels so good.”
He walked to her mini bar, and grabbed the container of ice.
“What do you do for your father?” He resumed his wax play, strategically dotting her torso.
“I set up his meetings, help run—” Jonah hit her with a drop of wax and dragged a piece of ice over her clit and into her slit.
“Oh, my God.”
“You were saying?” He toyed with her cool sex, fucking her with his fingers until heat built and unfurled against his skin.
“Campaigns.” Her teeth chattered as he played with fire and ice.
While she took a breath, he sucked an ice cube in his mouth and placed his lips over her nipple, the heat and cold water causing her nipple to draw tight. He sucked the bud and massaged the lush mound. Cam undulated on the bed as if he was buried in her. Wanting to see her expression, he ripped the mask from her face.
“Hey beautiful, what was that?” His gaze never left hers as he toyed with her.
“You don’t play fair, Lieutenant Colonel Dawson.” She hiccupped a sigh.
“Hmmm.” He blew out the flame.
“Getting grouchy, Ms. Knox?”
“Umhm. Someone is withholding.”
“So your father’s a politician.” Jonah stripped, grabbed a condom, and arranged his uniform neatly on the chair next to the bed.
“Yes. That’s why I dress the way I do.”
“Understandable.” He returned to the bed. “Do you like what you do?” Cam took the package from him and ripped the corner off with her mouth. He loved her impatience and the way she responded to him. She stroked his erection from tip to base then ran her finger around the inside of pulled skin. He shuddered at the tightness of her fingers wrapped around his cock. When she pulled back and slid the condom over the top, he hissed in relief. The barrier would make his dick less sensitive to touch.
“Love it,” She nipped his chest and raked her nails down his back. “But I’d love it more if my officer would forgo being a gentleman and fuck me.”
“Such dirty words from a sweet mouth. I thought you were too cultured to talk dirty.” Jonah plunged, immersing himself. Cam wrapped her legs around him. He surged within her body. Flush against him, she bucked her hips and he slid home.
“I had a sexy man tell me to speak my mind.”
“Nice to know you can follow directions.” He braced himself on his forearms and punched into her. The bed squeaked, and satin sheets caressed him while her silky sheath gripped him in a fiery hold. “Fuck, you feel good, Cam.”
“You, too. Don’t stop, and harder.” Soft whimpers met his ears, the slapping of skin to skin arousing him, though he was careful not to cause harm to her sensitive mons. He rolled onto his back, allowing Cam to take charge. Her fingernails bit into his pecs while she rode him fast and dirty, her inky hair shielding her breasts from his view.
Jonah grabbed a fistful and pulled her face down to his for a consuming kiss. “Come for me, Cam.” He thrust a finger into the striated muscle of her hole, bridged her ring, touched the erogenous spot and felt her fly apart under him. “That’s it baby, let go again.” He groaned, following close behind.