Page 31 of Unwrapped
In my mind, I’m not a passive bystander. I’m a goddamn king. A monarch who’s waited eleven fucking years to stake his claim.
“Put your arms over your head,” I command, rearing up onto my knees. “Spread those pretty thighs for me.”
She complies immediately, unleashing my dominant side. Snatching her wrists, I use one hand to pin her to the bed, then grab the back of her leg for leverage and start to move. Her lush tits bounce with every thrust. Next time we get together, I’m going to take my time and suck on those perfect pink nipples. Right now, she wants it rough.
I lose myself in the sensations, sinking my cock into her warm, tight body. I honestly don’t think I could slow down if I tried. Her pussy was made for me. It’s amazing how much better sex feels when you share a connection with the person you’re fucking.
I haven’t been with a woman in over a year, and even then, it was a lackluster experience. No one could compare to the fantasies in my head. I tried relationships, but my heart wasn’t in it. Come to think of it, my heart hasneverbeen involved. I guess I’ve been holding out for the one I truly want. God help me, Camille is everything I imagined and more.
“You feel so fucking good, sweetheart,” I say on a groan.
She whimpers my name and arches off the bed. “Oh, God. I’m so close. Please don’t stop.”
Keeping my gaze locked on her face, I move even faster. The headboard slams the wall with each thrust.
“Come for me.” I growl the command. She feels so incredible, I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to last. I’ve ached for this woman for years, and to finally have her in my arms is a gift I never thought I’d receive.
She wails my name and comes on my cock, her gaze never leaving mine. Releasing her hands, I lean over her, deepening my thrusts to meet her bucking hips. She rakes her nails down my back and squeezes my ass.
“That’s it, baby. Pull me deep.”
Camille digs her nails into my ass cheeks. “Kiss me.”
I crush my lips to hers. Tongues dancing, we kiss like we’re starved for each other. She tightens her legs around me. My hips move on their own, driving my cock inside her with hard, deep thrusts.
She breaks the kiss. “It’s always been you, Dean.”
Me. She wants me.
Her confession sends me over the edge. My body goes rigid, and a guttural groan leaves my chest as I come. Shockwaves of pleasure radiate from my dick to my toes, and I’ve never felt a release so sweet. It goes on for what seems like an eternity, until I’m finally spent.
Gasping, I rest my forehead against hers. “You all right?”
“Yes. You?” She’s still clutching me like she’s worried I’ll levitate away from her.
“God, yes. Camille, I—”I’ve always loved you. Let’s spend the rest of our lives together.I swallow and try again. “I don’t have the words.” Pulling out, I roll to my back and tug her close, kicking myself for not revealing my truth. “You’re perfect.”Perfect for me.
She rests her head on my shoulder, her fingertips tracing the ridges of my abdomen. “You’re really good in bed.”
“Uh, thanks.” I chuckle and kiss the top of her head. “Likewise.”
“I loved seeing that side of you.”
We lie in silence for several minutes as our breathing and heartrates even out. She feels so right in my arms. I don’t know how I survived a decade without her. Now that I’ve felt her soft, warm body pressed to mine, I never want to let her go.
“Do you tie up all your women?”
I tilt her chin to make her meet my gaze. “I don’t have other women. I haven’t been with anyone in over a year.”
“But did you tie her up?” She wrinkles her nose, like the thought of me with another woman disgusts her.
“No. I’ve never done it before.”
Her eyes widen. “Seriously?”
“Yeah.”
“But you seemed so ... comfortable taking charge like that.”
