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Soul Sweet

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by Nichelle Gregory


  Misha squeezed his hand before releasing it. “I’m sorry. It was a bad joke.”

  “That’s okay. You can make it up to me with dessert later.”

  “Dessert? I didn’t bring—” Misha gave him a wicked grin. “I got you, Captain.”

  “Taste the salmon.” Cameron watched her take a bite. “Thoughts?”

  “Absolutely heavenly. I love your cooking.”

  “Thank you.”

  Misha finished another forkful of fish and rice. “You’re welcome. You know you’re a bad ass in the kitchen.”

  Cameron grinned. “Only in the kitchen?”

  Chapter Eleven

  “I was just talking about your professional skills, but I’d give you top marks in all other areas too.”

  “I’m pleased. For a moment I thought I’d have to work on my technique.”

  Misha shrugged. “Well, more practice is always the best practice.”

  “I couldn’t agree more.” Cameron pushed his plate back. “Would you like more of anything?”

  It was a loaded question, he knew, but he couldn’t resist seeing that teasing, seductive twinkle in Misha’s eyes. She didn’t disappoint, her full lips curving upward ever so slightly as she finished her bite of food and took another sip of wine.

  “I’d like my dessert.”

  Four husky words sent all the blood in his body rushing to his cock, brought his need for her back to the forefront. “Arguably, the best part of the meal.” He got up from his seat, held out his hand and pulled Misha up from her chair when she took it. “What is it about dessert that we all crave?” Cameron brought Misha’s hand behind her back, exposing her neck before he kissed her there.

  “It’s a sweet indulgence to look forward to.”

  He recognised the breathy quality to her voice. She was as aroused as he was. “Yes.” Cameron inhaled her intoxicatingly familiar perfume, enjoying her subtle shudder of delight. “But I think it goes beyond that.”

  Misha lifted her face and kissed him. “It’s the excitement leading up to it, knowing you’re about to partake of something sinfully delicious, a special treat.”

  “Oh, yes.” Cameron led her to the bedroom. “Having dessert could be considered a wilfully naughty, indulgent act of self-pleasure.” He guided her backwards until her legs brushed against the freshly placed bedding then claimed her soft lips again. “Everyone knows they shouldn’t have it, but the temptation is just too damn great.”

  “Dessert is damned hard to resist.” Misha sat down on the bed and rubbed her hand over his erection. “Very hard.” She winked at him, unbuttoned his chinos then pushed them down along with his underwear, exposing his rock-hard cock. “We always want to take our time with it, savour that yummy goodness until the last possible moment. Wouldn’t you agree?”

  He would have if she hadn’t taken him into her mouth. She teased the tip of his cock with her lips and tongue, sucking on it as if it were sweet confection. Cameron groaned, closed his eyes briefly as Misha moved her head forward, enveloping his entire shaft. He gritted his teeth, digging his fingers into her silky soft hair as the warmth of her tongue spread down to his balls and throughout his body. Cameron tried not to get swept away by the sensory and visual pleasure of Misha toying with the head of his cock then taking in as much of him as she could. With regret, he tightened his grip in her hair and pushed her head back. He smiled when his dick slid from her mouth with an audible pop. “Now, it’s my turn to savour.”

  Misha licked her lips and lay back on the edge of the bed. The comforter was decadent, soft as a bed of feathers beneath her. She admired Cameron’s lean, muscled body as he tossed a condom from his pocket on the bed and stepped out of his pants and underwear. She hitched her skirt up a little while he yanked off his dark grey sweater, timing it so he didn’t see her little surprise until after he’d tossed the last of his clothing onto the small chair by the bed.

  “Jesus.” Cameron stared at her nautical panties and the black thigh-highs secured with a garter belt.

  Misha gazed back at him, melting within from the desire she could see in his darkening green eyes. His taste on her tongue thrilled her almost as much as the erotic sight of his thick cock jutting forward, evidence of how much he wanted her. She didn’t think she’d ever tire of seeing him naked and hard. She was slick with need from sucking his cock and now her decorative undies were wet.

  Cameron let out a low whistle. “That is sexy as hell, easily the best dessert I’ve ever seen.” He bent down and took off her boots before straightening.

  Misha placed one foot on the downy comforter. “You can’t know that for sure without tasting first.” She crossed her legs, ensuring he’d have the best view of her panties as he traced a circled around her nylon-clad knee.

  “You should know I have a thing for garter belts and sexy hosiery.” Cameron trailed his fingers along the intricate woven threads of her patterned pantyhose. “These are perfection.”

  “Thank you.” Misha held her breath as he parted her legs and moved between them to kiss her calf, knee and inner thigh. She exhaled, shivering with delight as she slid her hand into her panties, toying with the small triangle of damp curls. “I picked these out especially for you.”

  “I like that.”

  Misha smiled. “I knew you would.” She swirled her finger around her clit and moaned.

  Cameron tapped his finger on top of her hand in her panties. “I like knowing you went to the store and got these just for me.”

  “Just for you.” Misha squirmed beneath his touch.

  “You know what that means?”

  She shook her head as he pressed his hand down on her questing fingers, sending swirls of pleasure through her. He hooked his thumbs into her panties on both sides of her hips. “It means they’re mine. Aren’t they?”

  “Yes.” Misha shuddered as he pulled them off her. She watched him bring the damp fabric up to his nose. A tremor of lust pinged through her as he inhaled her scent. He placed the lingerie on the bed then reached for her skirt, which had ridden all the way up. She groaned when Cameron yanked off her skirt in one fluid motion.

  “You are so sexy.”

  He made her feel that way, like they could explore anything sexually together. “Hold your legs up and cross them at the ankles.” Cameron stood where she could see him.

  Misha slowly lifted her feet from the bed, keeping her eyes on his face as she did when he asked. Her gaze dropped to his cock when he took it in his hand and rubbed it while he stared at her pussy. A rush of heat washed over her, puckering her nipples as Cameron reached for a condom, opened it and sheathed himself while studying her naughty pose. She was still wearing her sweater and bra, but she felt completely exposed with her stockinged feet high in the air. Her heart fluttered when he moved into a kneeling position in front of her on the bed and squeezed her pussy lips.

  “Juicy and so sweet.” Cameron slipped his hands between her thighs and parted her legs, making her moan when he slid one finger into her while pressing her hand on her clit. “You’re so wet. Could you possibly want me half as much as I want you?”

  “I do.” Misha whimpered when he added another finger and finger-fucked her, building the need inside her to a fevered pitch. “Cameron, I want you, only you.”

  Her husky declaration wrought a rough groan from him. Misha tightened her sheath around his fingers, moaning with need when he removed them from her body.

  “Take off the sweater.”

  Misha pulled it off, welcoming the cool air on her heated skin.

  “Cute.” Cameron pointed to her nautical themed bra that went with her panties. “Also mine and I want it.”

  Misha sat up, unhooked the brassiere and had barely tossed it to him before he was covering her body with his, taking one of her nipples in his mouth. He pushed her breasts together, laved both tips and she wriggled beneath him. She ran her fingers through his hair, urging him to take as much as he needed because she craved more. “Cameron.”
r />   “I know.”

  She knew he did as he shifted his body, knelt again and placed her nylon-covered legs over his shoulders. He filled her in one hard thrust and Misha cried out with pleasure and a little bit of delicious pain. The depth of his penetration was heightened by the angle of their positions. She raked her nails across Cameron’s chest as she drew in a breath, adjusting to the feel of him stretching her pussy walls.

  “Yes!” Misha gasped when he withdrew and slammed into her again. “Give me my dessert.” She held his gaze as he worked his cock in and out of her, making sure his balls slapped her ass each time.

  “You want it all?” Cameron’s voice was a rough growl.

  “I want”—Misha struggled to speak as he fucked her—“all of it.” She breathed his name when he increased the pace, losing herself to the whirlwind of sensations enveloping her body. The creaks from the bed seemed to merge with her soft moans and Cameron’s gruff groans. Misha closed her eyes as her pleasure doubled, tripled and multiplied faster than she had expected. Her cry of ecstasy set off Cameron’s climax moments later. She trembled, overwhelmed by the orgasmic ricochets still stealing her breath away as Cameron disposed of the condom and moved to lie next to her.

  “That was so good.” Misha sighed, too sated to move.

  “It was better than good.” Cameron skated his fingers up along her thigh.

  “So, was having sex on this yacht one of the scenarios you had in mind?”

  Cameron chuckled. “Kind of.”

  “Kind of?” Misha turned on her side to look at him. “What did we leave out?”

  “Well, I envisioned taking you while you held onto the wheel.”

  Misha shook her head in mock disapproval. “You have a vivid imagination, don’t you?”

  Cameron smoothed his hand over her mussed hair. “So do you.” He pressed his thumb to her forehead. “You’re picturing it now, aren’t you?”

  She was. It was all too easy to imagine every deep thrust, pushing her over the edge of bliss as she clung to the wheel. “I am. Have you ever done that before?”

  “Nope. Have you?”

  Misha tugged his earlobe. “You know I haven’t. Having sex on a boat anywhere is a first for me.”

  “I like being a part of you discovering new experiences.”

  “You’ve been a part of a few.”

  Cameron gave her a quizzical look. “I have?”

  She nodded and giggled when he reached over to squeeze her ass.

  “I know I was the first to touch you here. What else?”

  “You are the first man to kiss me on a yacht. You’re also the first um…white guy I’ve ever been with.”

  “You say that like it’s a big deal.” Cameron stroked her hip.

  “It’s not a big deal to me, but it’s something different, something I’d never expected.”

  “Likewise. Would it be a problem for your family?”

  Misha shrugged. “I don’t know. I’d like to say no. I love my parents, but who I love, take to bed is ultimately my business. What about you? Let’s say you brought me as your plus one to some family function, how do you think your family would react?”

  Cameron laughed. “Like you, I’d like to say they wouldn’t react at all. At this point, I think they’d be thrilled to see me dating again.”

  Misha nodded, trying not to think about how much she wished they’d moved past just being lovers to officially dating. Her stomach clenched at the realisation. What was she doing here with him? Opening up to him, letting herself fall more and more for him each time they were together?

  “Misha?”

  She blinked, focused her gaze back on Cameron. “What?”

  “You seemed far away just then. What were you thinking?”

  She couldn’t tell him, didn’t want to make things between them awkward or strained just because she wanted more.

  More what exactly?

  “Mish?”

  Misha lifted her face to kiss him, her heart somersaulting with emotions she wanted to ignore. “Earlier, when you were talking about your dad, it sounded like you felt he wasn’t pleased with your accomplishments. Is that how you feel?”

  Some of the light in Cameron’s eyes faded.

  “My father has never understood what drives me to do what I do. He’s a businessman.”

  “And so are you.”

  “True, but he doesn’t see it the same way. It’s either all or nothing with him. He wanted to bring me into the family business, groom me to take over the reins. I knew when I was in high school it wasn’t what I wanted to do with my life.”

  “Good for you for going your own way. I know that decision couldn’t have been easy.”

  Cameron nodded. “It wasn’t, isn’t now sometimes even, but I know I’m doing exactly what I’m supposed to. Olie, God bless him, takes the brunt of our dad’s frustrations when it comes to the business.”

  “Olie’s your friend?”

  Cameron smiled. “Oliver is my younger brother. Don’t let him hear you call him Olie. He always wanted to shake the nickname.”

  Misha giggled. “It’s cute.”

  “You could get away with calling him that. He never complains when a beautiful woman does.”

  “Did Oliver want to be a part of the family business?”

  “Yup. It’s funny. I knew from a young age it wasn’t for me and he knew it was. He’s always supported me in my endeavours, though. I appreciate that.” Cameron closed his eyes for a brief moment. “Just once, it would be gratifying to know my father was proud of what I have accomplished on my own.”

  He looked at her and she sensed he was surprised by his own admission to her. His vulnerability and strength touched her soul and Misha knew she’d never be the same without him. She didn’t waste her breath on polite platitudes about how he could be sure his dad was proud, deciding instead to show him she empathised with his deep desire to know that for himself.

  Without a word, she moved on top of him, kissing his lips slowly, alternating between nipping at them before she thrust her tongue into his mouth. She moaned when his arms wrapped around her, loving the feel of his naked body beneath hers. Cameron slipped his hands down to her ass and she delighted in the feel of his cock thickening under her. “Again?”

  He gave her a sheepish grin that officially made him the hottest man she’d ever seen. “What can I say? You’re like a drug.”

  “You need another chocolate fix?” Misha shifted her hand between them and took hold of his cock.

  “I do. I think you’ve ruined me for craving anything else.”

  She lifted off his lap to rub the head of his dick up and down her pussy lips. “Oh, I have.” Misha held his gaze while slowly guiding him back into her slick pussy. She undulated her hips, in heaven with the wicked sensations bombarding her from the tight, deep fit. Cameron took her breasts into his hands and her breath hitched when he played with her nipples. She placed her palms on his chest and rode him a little faster, gasping when her pleasure arced.

  Closing her eyes, she savoured the feeling of him inside her. She’d never felt this connected during sex, this alive. Misha opened her eyes when she heard Cameron’s groan of delight. He was looking at her, watching her enjoy him. “Cameron…”

  He answered her by tugging on her nipples, eliciting a tiny whimper from her as she slowed to a stop on top of him. “We forgot protection,” Cameron ground out and Misha groaned, knowing she’d truly crossed over into the crazy town of burgeoning love. “Fuck, you feel so sweet wrapped around my dick.”

  She wanted to say ‘Just a few more strokes like this, please’, but started to get up off him instead. Cameron gripped her hips, letting her know he wanted her to stay right where she was too. “Let’s go to the wheel.” Misha wriggled on his lap and smiled as Cameron groaned again. “I don’t want to leave here without making our dirty fantasy a reality.”

  “Are you sure?”

  Misha nodded, returning his mischievous smile. “Oh, yes
.” She shifted her weight and pulled herself up off his cock with a small moan.

  Cameron got up and quickly stepped into his chinos before grabbing his shirt and coming to her side. “Just in case someone was to pass by,” he said after helping her into it.

  Misha looked down at his shirt and buttoned one button. “I didn’t think you’d care about being spotted.” She stuck her hand down the front of his unbuttoned pants as she kissed him and stroked his hard cock, still moist from her juices.

  “I don’t, but I know you do.” Cameron groaned. “Keep touching me like that and I’m going to say to hell with my fantasy.”

  She giggled as she took her hand out of his pants. He led her to the bridge and she admired the illuminated space on the way. Misha nodded appreciatively when he sat down in the captain’s chair, legs spread wide with his thick cock visible. “You look damn good in that seat.”

  Cameron patted his thigh. “Join me.”

  Misha went over to him, gingerly got on top of his lap and moaned when Cameron brought his hands up to fondle her breasts beneath his shirt. She ran her hand down his chest, adoring the warmth of his skin beneath her touch.

  “Thank you.” Cameron wrapped his arms around her and she could feel him inhale her scent as his lips brushed against her collarbone.

  “For what?” Misha reached into his pocket and her fingers touched another foil package. She wriggled on his lap when he released his hold on her to nuzzle his face between her breasts.

  “For making my fantasy come true.”

  Misha took the condom out. She ripped it open with her teeth and proceeded to sheath him. “Hasn’t happened yet, Captain.” She squeezed his cock, lifted up slightly and positioned the head of his dick right at the entrance of her pussy. She slid down, inhaling sharply as she slowly took him in. His groan of pleasure when she was finally fully seated on his cock made her even wetter. “Now”—her voice wobbled and blissful sensations hardened her nipples—“you can thank me.”

  Cameron responded by bucking his hips upward. He moved his hands down to her hips, enjoying the feel of her curves and her soft breathy moans as she settled into a seductively sweet rhythm. He gazed into her passion-glazed brown eyes, enthralled by her beauty, how much he loved being with her…in her. Every rock of Misha’s hips brought him closer to the edge. “Ride me, Misha. Ride me hard.”

 

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