Page 57 of Unwrapped
“I love how blue your eyes look when you beg.” She takes me to the back of her throat, but keeps still, with just the tip of her tongue moving.
It’s too much, yet not enough. I jack my hips upward, trying to get my release, but she seems determined to torture me. I can’t handle any more of her edging.
“Moth.”
Camille releases my dick with a loud pop. “Took you long enough.”
“Woman, you’re lucky I’m tied up right now.”
“Oh, yeah? And why’s that?” She smiles sweetly and straddles my hips, lining up our bodies.
“Because you’d be facedown across my lap.”
She slides down onto my dick, moaning when I fill her. Clamping her hands on my shoulders, she starts to move, rolling her hips into my upward thrusts.
We fall into a steady, fluid rhythm. Her pussy grips me tightly, coating me with the same sweet juices I can still taste on my lips. Groaning, I let my head fall back as my eyes drift closed.
“Look at me, Dean.” Her gorgeous green eyes soften when I meet her gaze. “I love you.”
“I love you too, sweetheart, but I can’t hold out much longer.”
“Don’t worry, I’m already close.” She picks up her pace, bouncing on my cock now. Her nails dig into my shoulders, and she arches her back. “So close.”
I groan and clench my jaw. “Camille.”
Finally, she wails my name as her body spasms around me. I follow her over the edge approximately two milliseconds later, groaning and grunting as my cock jerks and spurts my release inside her. Camille’s movements carry me through wave after wave of toe-curling ecstasy, until I slump against the mattress, completely spent.
She unties my wrists without moving off me. Once freed, I wrap my arms around her and pull her close, so her body is draped over me like a warm, soft blanket.
We hold one another in silence until our breathing and heart rates even out. I’ve never felt more at home than I do in her arms. Camille is the gift I’ve only begun to unwrap, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life discovering her.
“Thank you for coming after me tonight,” she murmurs, nuzzling even closer. “And for finishing my story.”
“I meant every word I wrote. I will prove I’m worthy of you, Camille. I can’t promise everything will always be easy, but I’m willing to put in the work.” I kiss her forehead. “I won’t let you slip through my fingers, and I swear I’ll never walk away from you again.”
“Good.” She lifts her head to peer into my eyes. “Because I’m sure as fuck not letting you go.” She kisses me slowly, tenderly moving her mouth with mine. “I really love the ending, but we’ll need to iron out some plot details.”
“Such as?”
“Well, for starters, what does Dr. Sean East’s happily ever after look like?”
I kiss her again, deeper this time. “I don’t know about him, but I’ll tell you how I envisionmine.”
“Please do. I care way more about Dr. Dean West anyway.”
“Good to know,” I say with a chuckle. “My happily ever after is with you.”
She sits up, poking my chest with her index finger. “Oh, c’mon, I need more details thanthat.”
I release what remains of my doubts and fears with my breath. “With you as my wife.”
Hope flares in her eyes. “Are you ... proposing to me?”
Am I?
I hesitate for a moment, knowing it’s too soon—and I don’t have a ring—but does that really matter when there are concrete facts?
I know she makes my heart beat faster every time I look at her.
