Chapter 39

Xander

I’m usually reasonably sure of myself when it comes to women, but I honestly wasn’t sure what Cami’s response to my request would be. She wanted me, but she still seemed determined to talk about emotional boundaries. She had to realize how crazy that was. You could control a lot of things in the bedroom. She could tell me she didn’t want me to smack her ass or pinch her nipples too hard, but neither of us had that much control over what we felt.

As I watched, Cami’s hands went to the button on her jeans. My eyes were glued to her fingers with the pale pink polish on them. First, the button came undone, and then the zipper, before she slid the jeans down over her hips. As I’d expected, she wore lacey teal boy shorts that matched her bra. She kicked out of the jeans and stood before me looking sexy as fuck in her bra and panties. My gaze took a leisurely tour of her magnificent body. Cami was slim with small, pert breasts and narrow hips.

“Now, can we talk?” Her voice shook slightly with arousal when she asked the question. I knew I’d find her wet for me.

“Go right ahead,” I told her, gesturing for her to sit.

Cami was a smart girl who eyed the bed with suspicion. She had good reason to be suspicious.

“Don’t worry,” I assured her. “I’m not planning to join you on the bed yet.”

My assurance eased her worries, and she sat on the edge of the bed before looking up at me. When her tongue darted out to moisten her lips, I had to remind myself that I’d just agreed to stay off the bed. I was very tempted to ease her back and kiss her. Instead, I dropped to my knees in front of her and placed a hand on the inside of each knee.

Cami gasped in surprise. “You said we’d talk.”

I shook my head and pressed gently on her knees until they spread to give me access. “I said you could talk. As for me, I’m still hungry.”

I emphasized my words by leaning forward to run my tongue along the center of her lacy panties. As expected, she was already wet for me. Cami’s needy whimper drove me on. Something told me the only thing she’d be talking about was how good it felt to have my tongue buried deep inside her pussy.

My tongue continued to stroke the lacey boy shorts. It wouldn’t be long until she was ready to tear off her panties. I loved driving a woman to the edge, making her beg for release before I brought her over the edge and left her shuddering in the aftermath of ecstasy. I couldn’t wait to see Cami’s face when she completely let go.

As my tongue continued to stroke her clit through her panties, I slipped my hand under the edge to glide along her opening. Cami laid back on the bed with a moan. Her hands were above her head, bringing extra attention to the rise and fall of her breasts.

I continued to savor her every reaction as my tongue teased her clit and my finger barely entered her.

She was panting and rocking against my face by the time I heard the word I most wanted to hear. “Please.”

“Please, what?” I asked, sliding my finger in just a little more.

Rather than answering, she moaned.

Pulling my hand from her panties, I slapped her lace covered pussy, not hard, but with just enough pressure to send a shockwave through her body. Cami’s eyes widened, and she looked down at me.

“Please, what?” I pushed.

“Please take my panties off and make me come,” she said in a breathy voice.

My dick did the impossible and grew even harder. Her words were half-plea and half-command. I loved it, and she didn’t need to ask me twice. I tugged her panties down her legs and tossed them across the room before I gave her pussy two more slaps. I knew the last one stung slightly, but I’d learned from experience that it only enhanced arousal in the right woman.

Cami’s moans were loud as she lifted her hips off the bed to get closer. I wasn’t sure if she was begging for my hand or my mouth. It didn’t matter. I was dying to make her come on my tongue, just like I had in so many dreams.

“Fucking gorgeous,” I rasped out before my mouth returned to her.