Page 55 of Unwrapped
“Yes, ma’am.” I scramble into position, waiting like a dog who knows he’s about to get a belly rub. Or, in my case, a blow job.
Hopefully.
Camille reaches behind her to unhook her bra. A moment later, my mouth waters when her lush tits spill out.
“You ready?” She drops the garment onto the floor.
“You have no idea.”
I think she’s about to remove her panties, but she crawls up the bed to me. “Grab the headboard.”
I wrap my hands around the ornate wooden spindles. Using my tie, Camille secures my wrists and leans down to kiss me. My cock jerks when her tongue slides against mine. Groaning, I fight to intensify the kiss, but she keeps her movements slow and sensual.
“Stop trying to rush me,” she whispers, kissing along my jawline. She brushes her lips over my ear. “It won’t work.”
“Was worth a try.”
She lightly nibbles my earlobe. “I’m gonna make you beg for it.”
“Please fuck me.” I turn my head to meet her gaze. “We’re already there. This is me begging. You have no idea how badly I want you.” My voice is hoarse with desperation.
Camille moves to straddle me and rolls her hips, grinding against my cock. “I want you too, but I’m going to take my time.” She kisses my neck, swirling her tongue over my throat.
Every lick, kiss, and nibble drives me more insane. The anticipation of her next move heightens my desire, making me want to throw myself at her feet. I’ve never felt need like this.
She works her way across my collarbone, then moves lower, nuzzling into my chest hair. My hips jerk when her wet little mouth surrounds one of my nipples.
“Oh, fuck, Camille. You’re killing me.”
She flutters her tongue and sucks, grazing her teeth over it before moving on to the other side. Gasps and groans escape me when her soft lips travel over my abs. I tighten my stomach muscles to brace myself for what’s coming next.
I need those pretty lips wrapped around my dick more than I need my next breath.
Then, as if reading my thoughts, she peers up at me with the devil in her eyes. “What do you want from me, Dean?”
“I want you to swallow my cock.”
She purses her lips and tilts her head to the side like she’s considering my request. “What if I were the one tied to the bed right now?” Her voice is low and husky, but it’s her smile that unravels me. “What would you be doing to me?”
“I’d have my tongue inside you.”
“Do you like putting your mouth on me?”
“No, I fucking love it.”
“I love it too.” She rises and climbs up my body until her knees are above my shoulders and her pussy is mere inches from my mouth.
I breathe in deeply, inhaling her scent, and I swear I can almost fucking taste her.
“Do you want this?” She flexes her hips, and the damp red satin of her panties tickles my nose. I wish she’d removed them first, but I’ll make it work, even if I have to gnaw them off her.
“Yeah. More than you know.” Lifting my head, I brush my lips over every place I can reach, my hot breath making her gasp. “Does that feel good?”
“Yes.” She rolls her hips harder, moaning when she finds the friction she seeks.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Take what you need.” Her pussy is so close, yet too far for me to plunge my tongue inside. Her scent, and the way her soft thighs hug my face, is driving me fucking insane. I struggle against the tie binding my wrists and suck her clit through the fabric, desperate for more of this sweet torture.
Camille moans louder and grinds into me, rubbing her pussy from my chin to my nose. She’s so wet, I can taste her through the material now. I release a low growl and catch the satin between my teeth.
