When he finished unbuttoning, he expertly flicked the clasp of her front closure bra, and her breasts spilled out before him. West inhaled sharply and sucked his bottom lip between his teeth, and her nipples instantly peaked at the silent promise they would soon, too, be sucked between them.
Slowly, he trailed his fingers up her abdomen, traced her collar bone and slid her flannel and bra down her arms.
Her back arched and a soft moan escaped her.
Missing his touch, she lazily looked up at him and for the first time, realized she was far less clothed than him.
“It’s only fair you lose the flannel, too.”
His smile, the way he licked his top row of white teeth, had her coming undone. “I’ve never played fair, Red.”
“Please don’t deprive me, West.” A moment ago, she was screaming in his face, now she was begging him.
“I’d never want to do such a thing.”
West tugged off his flannel and Cami sucked in her bottom lip, suppressing a moan. Her eyes roamed every inch of his now bare torso. His perfectly formed pecs, the flawlessly formed vee shaped muscles that dipped below his low hung jeans, which did little to conceal his growing erection. He was a damn snack, and she couldn’t wait to get another taste.
West grinned and placed a hand on either side of her head, leaning over her. “You’re sure you want this, Red? This is your last chance to back out. If I touch you now, I’ll be damn pissed if I have to stop and receive my second set of blue balls this weekend.”
Cami chuckled , remembering the sight of him in the shower with his cock in his hand. It would serve him right for her to call a halt to their current activities.
No. If he didn’t touch her right now, she’d be pissed.
“Shut up and fuck me, West.”
“As you wish.”
Cami inhaled sharply when West palmed one of her bare breasts roughly. Lowering his head to her nipple, he flicked the already pert bud with his tongue, groaning as he sucked the peak fiercely into his mouth.
“West!” she shouted, arching her back and pressing herself further into him. Her body responding to him like it used to, and he knew how to command it.
He smiled against her sensitive flesh, a small chuckle escaping him. “Fifteen years is far too long to go without these impeccable breasts in my mouth. The way they react to my touch. They’re pure perfection.” He nibbled softly as he traveled across to her other breast. “Never again, Red.” The soft octave of his voice was downright sexy. “Don’t you ever deprive me again.” He suddenly pulled heavily on the neglected nipple with his teeth, causing an erotic mix of pain and pleasure. An electric shock ran through her straight to the bundle of nerves resting between her thighs.
God how long had it been since a man touched her, let alone had her that aroused without even taking her pants off.
As if he read her mind, West’s assault to her nipples paused and he sat back. His hands moved slowly down her body, his fingers caressing every curve until they rested on the top of her jeans. With a quick pop, he undid the button and slid the zipper down, giving him a preview of the lacy black undies she donned that morning. Just in case.
“Black lace?”
She smiled lazily and gave him a half shrug.
“You’re killing me.”
In one fluid motion her jeans and panties were off, thrown to join his flannel beside them on the floor.
When his eyes found her again, she’d plopped her knees down to the ground, leaving herself wide open to his gaze.
“Fuck, Red. You’re glistening,” he whispered, staring down at her, completely bare before him.
“Fuck is what I hope we’ll be doing,” she muttered, rolling her hips toward him.
West chuckled. “Oh, little fawn, I planned to do a lot more than just fuck you, but you keep saying things like that and I won’t be able to take my time.”
She warred with the idea of jumping him herself and taking what she so desperately wanted. West would take his time, savoring every minute reaction of her pleasure at his hands. And Cami would enjoy it. But right then, she wanted him hard and fast.
She propped herself up on her elbows, but by the time she tried to sit up completely, he was on her. His lips took hers as he pushed her back down to the fur blanket.
“Just what do you think you’re doing?”
“I thought—”
“There was your first mistake. Let me handle the thinking. You just feel. Remember me. Let me remind you how good we were together.”
She didn’t need to be reminded. Her memories of her time with West all those years ago had been a recurring star in her time alone with her vibrator. The real thing was so much better though.
He trailed kisses down her body, paying special attention to the crease where her hips met her thighs.
His gruff voice whispered between kisses. “I’ve dreamed of this for years.” Both hands slid under her ass and hooked around her hips, allowing him to pull her up toward his mouth.
“You don’t have to do this.” She’d never quite felt comfortable with a guy going down on her. Sure, she didn’t mind giving head, but West was the only man she’d ever let reciprocate. “I’ve never let anyone else do this to me.”
He growled against her mound and looked up at her, his lips tipped in a smile and a brow raised. “I’m the only one.”
She nodded, suddenly a bit shy under his gaze.
His hot breath fanned over her sensitive flesh. “You have no idea what that means to me, Red. That you trust me enough to pleasure you with my mouth. Rest assured, I know I don’t have to, but I want to. I need to taste you as you come undone.”
Her stomach tightened and her clit grew heavy with anticipation.
West’s mouth hovered over her for what felt like an eternity. When his tongue finally slid between her wet folds, she nearly jumped. A needy whimper escaping her.
He didn’t leave her waiting again, his tongue lapping fluidly from bottom to top, rewarding her clit with a soft flick with each completed stroke.
It seemed West had learned a few tricks over the years. He’d always been good at oral, but the way he moved his mouth was beyond good. It was heavenly. He took his time and every movement of his expert tongue stoked the flame of her impending orgasm. Instead of taking her from zero to one hundred by only playing with her clit, he teased. Built it slow. Torturing her in the most pleasurable way possible.
“Please, West. More.”
His guttural groan vibrated against her swollen flesh, his fingers digging into her thighs.
Without warning, he plunged two fingers into her and sucked hard on her clit, sending her into overdrive. Her back arched and she cried out, needing more, pleading for him not to stop.
“You are so fucking wet, Red.”
Cami threaded her fingers through the fur rug under her and gripped tightly. Her legs trembled and snapped closed around West’s head as he pushed her further to the edge. His skilled tongue and fingers met every thrust of her hips.
“I’m going to come, West.”
“Open for me, Red.”
She dropped her knees and pressed her hips harder into him, shouting as he ravenously lapped at her sensitive flesh. His loud groans of pleasure joined hers as he sucked her clit hard. Her muscles tightened, pulling directly toward her core as he took her over the edge.
Her mind in a haze, she floated momentarily, her body filled with a heady warmth. She only faintly heard the sound of West’s belt buckle and zipper being undone.
That was absolutely fucking incredible, but she remembered what he held trapped within his jeans and right then, she wanted it more than anything.
West leaned over her and placed a gentle kiss to her lips. “You come beautifully, Cami.”
She whispered through the shiver his kiss elicited. “Thank you, I think.”
“Oh, you are most certainly welcome. That’s only the first of many I hope.”
“West?”
He tilted his head and cocked a brow at her.
“Shut up and fuck me.”
“Oh, I’m going to.” His lips tipped up in a seductive grin.
Reaching between his legs, West gripped the base of his cock and rested the head on her clit. She inhaled sharply as a jolt of pleasure shot forth from the overly sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Condoms?”
“I don’t exactly entertain men here often, West. I’m on birth control, though.”
“Then hang on, little fawn.”
He slid his cock through her slick folds, expertly placing himself before he slammed into her.
She gasped, unable to breathe momentarily as her body adjusted to him. It didn’t matter if her body was ready for him, it had been some time since she’d been with a man.
Not that she was complaining. He filled her in a way no other man had. Completely.
Fully seated within her, a groan escaped him. “Fucking shit, you feel so damn perfect.”
West pulled out slightly and Cami winced, her body not fully ready for the movement.
His brow furrowed. “Are you okay?”
Cami moaned as she nodded her head. “It’s been awhile, and you aren’t exactly small.”
A shit eating grin formed on his face. “I’ll go slow.”
She nearly rolled her eyes. Slow was the last thing she wanted, but West would put her needs before her wants. He always had.
West rocked slowly, squaring his hips ever so slightly, allowing her body to accept him as it had so many years ago.
The discomfort passed, and she wiggled her ass against him, willing him to move. Needing the friction only he could provide.
“Impatient little thing, aren’t we?”
“I said fuck me, West.” Her eyes narrowed in on his. “Hard.”
He practically purred. “With pleasure.”
Slow, deliberate strokes ignited a fire within her once more. Retreating from her completely then burying himself until his thighs slammed against her ass.
“More. I need more,” she begged, her voice breathless. She closed her eyes, throwing her head back.
“Eyes on me, Red. I want you to know who’s fucking you. Who is giving you exactly what you want. What you need.”
Her eyes flew open to meet his emerald ones. There was no way she would forget who was giving her the most pleasure she’d had in years.
She’d dreamed of feeling him inside her again. Filling her so completely. But dreams couldn’t compare to the real thing. West’s sexual abilities aged to pure perfection.
Hips tilted toward him, West thrusted rapidly, both of them panting at the rough pleasure. It was the perfect blend of need and fulfilment, their bodies fitting together seamlessly.
His fingers found her clit and pinched hard. “Again, Red. Come again.”
Dizzy with pleasure, she rocked her hips against him, riding his fingers against her clit as his cock hit her sweet spot.
Cami screamed loudly, her body beginning to tremble as she came in long, drawn out bursts. She saw stars.
“That’s my girl. I’m not done with you yet, though.”
She clenched her muscles tightly around his cock, and he threw his head back. “Jesus, Red. Are you trying to kill me?”
A devilish grin played at the corners of Cami’s lips, and she released her grasp.
West gave the back of her thigh a playful smack. “Flip over.”
Obeying his command, she wiggled her ass in front of him. This was her favorite position, and he knew it.
He situated himself at her entrance, and she waited for him to take her. When he didn’t immediately, she glanced over her shoulder at him with raised brows.
“Fast and hard, Red. I’m not going to last much longer. I want you to play with your clit. My hands are going to be busy on those beautiful breasts of yours.”
Fuck, he remembered just how she liked it. Cami nodded at him and positioned herself with her face on the soft rug and her hand between her legs. She reached farther back and gently cupped his balls, in encouragement.
West inhaled sharply and jerked into her. She moaned, her plan executed flawlessly.
Not a second later a loud smack filled the room and the sting of West’s large hand meeting her ass set in.
Cami yelped. Immediately propping herself up she glared over her shoulder.
A grin pulled at West’s lips. “While I absolutely adore you playing with my balls, they are not your clit.”
She snickered, still amused with herself, and he properly rammed his cock in her to the hilt, pushing her face down.
“Now, Red, play with yourself.”
Hand fixed to her clit, she rolled the bundle of nerves between her fingertips and ramped herself right back up to where she’d been not minutes ago. On the edge of another epic orgasm.
West’s fingers fisted in the curls of her hair as he plunged deep within her over and over. Pulling her up toward him, he palmed her breast with his free hand. Between labored breaths, he whispered in her ear, “I’m so close, Red. You feel so fucking good. Like coming home.”
Breathlessly she tried to answer, “West. Home. Coming.”
“That’s my girl. Come for me. We’ll go together.”
Suddenly, both hands cupped her breasts. He rolled both nipples between his finger tips, then pulled them away from her body, effectively sending her over the edge.
Cami rocked into the warm bliss of ecstasy, her body convulsing against him. West moaned and rode out his own release, her pussy milking him through each aftershock.
When she’d taken all he had to give, West wrapped his arms around her waist and she leaned back into him, utterly sated. He pressed a kiss to her temple. “Damn, Red. You are incredible. I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard.”
Heat filled her cheeks, loving that he reacted that way to her. “I know I’ve never come so hard. Or so many times in a row.”
West chuckled and the deep vibrations sent a wave of lust through her. “I guess we’ll have to see if you’ve got any more in you.”
“Later. I think we’ve earned a short break.”
Gently he pulled himself from her and lay her down on the rug, before getting up and walking to the bathroom. Seconds later he returned with a damp cloth and cleaned her.
“Oooh, full service. You even clean up after yourself.”
West gave a little bow and knelt in front of her. “I aim to please.”
Cami reached to pull the cloth from his hands. “Give that to me. I can do it myself.”
He snatched it away and grabbed her hand. Bringing it to his lips, he placed a soft kiss on the top. “I want to, Cami. When are you going to see that with you, it’s not about needing to do anything, it’s about wanting to.”
She didn’t fight him when he pushed open her knees and cleaned the evidence of their love making. When he’d finished, he pulled her into his arms. She snuggled into his chest, silently considering his words. It wasn’t that she didn’t want him to do these things. She did. But she also learned that a man could want to do these things and still walk away. And that’s what terrified her the most. She wasn’t sure she could survive if he walked away again.
Chapter Eight
Most people would say eggnog was the drink of choice for the holiday. West knew better, though.
The mulled wine simmered on the stove top, and he methodically stirred it the way his mom taught him as a boy.
“That smells wonderful.” Cami pressed her breasts against his back and wrapped her arms around his bare chest. After he’d brought in the tree, they’d showered, and he insisted they remain in as little clothing as possible. That left him in nothing but grey joggers, and Cami in a sexy black lingerie set. He’d allowed her to add his flannel for warmth, but it only added to his perpetual hard on.
He loved seeing her in his clothes. Loved feeling her hands around him. He hadn’t lied when he told her it was like coming home. Cami was it for him, had always been it for him.
Turning to face her, he tilted her chin toward him and pressed his lips to hers. Damn he loved kissing her. “The wine is just about done. How’s the tree coming along?”
“It’s almost ready for decorating. I just need to finish stringing the lights.”
“I’ll leave that to you.”
“No doubt. I am not letting you anywhere near our tree with lights in your hand. It may have been twenty years ago, but you are the only person I have ever met capable of starting a fire with Christmas tree lights.”
West threw his hands up in mock surrender. “Hey, I stand by the fact that it was the old ass lights my dad insisted we used and not my fault.”
Cami rolled her eyes with a grin, her arms still around him, and she pulled him tighter against her. “West, you can’t plug that many lights into a single extension cord, no matter what kind you use.”
“It’s fine. I’m a much better tree decorator than I am a light stringer anyways.”
“We’ll see just how much your skills have improved over the years.”
After pouring each of them a glass of mulled wine, West followed Cami into the living room. Sitting on the couch, he enjoyed the view as he sipped the wine, savoring each of its spicy notes.
Cami took her time, meticulously placing each of the small round bulbs in its place, ensuring the tree would be evenly lit. He appreciated the way the lights flickered on her creamy skin. The way she stretched on tip toe to reach the top of the tree and his flannel would creep up, giving him a view of her perfectly round ass peeking out of her lace booty shorts.
If he didn’t stop staring at her, she’d never finish lighting the tree. He was more than okay with a bare tree if it meant he could pull her into his lap right now and have her ride his uncomfortably hard cock.
But that wasn’t what Cami wanted. Christmas was her favorite holiday, and he wanted it to be special. Especially since she was away from her family.
In an attempt to keep his hands from grabbing the beautiful woman in front of him, West grabbed a small piece of firewood and his pocket knife. Turning the wood over in his hand he began to whittle he like used to with his dad. He wasn’t sure what he was making, but it felt good to do something.
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