Page 41 of Bad for Business (Pembroke Hills #2)

FORTY-ONE

RYKER

I gently lift Camille’s leg and pull myself from her, missing the feeling of her wrapped around me the moment I’m no longer in her.

I lie down next to her, my cock aching to be inside her again. I was so close to coming with her last orgasm and it took everything in me to hold myself back. By the time we’re done, I want her body spent.

“Come ride me, baby,” I rasp, turning my head to look at her.

She pushes the top half of her body off the mattress, her eyes focused on my cock. It gleams with her arousal, something impossible for her not to notice.

I watch her every move as she hikes a leg over my hips, straddling me. A loud groan escapes me as she lines herself up with the head of my cock. I haven’t even been out of her for a minute and it feels like too long.

Her hands rest on my chest as she slowly sits down, giving herself time to take every inch of me again.

I’m so turned on by anything she does that whatever speed she chooses, whatever she chooses to do, it’s going to feel so fucking good that it won’t take long for me to come. I try to remind myself that she’s in control, but I have to touch her. I need to feel her in every way possible.

My hands find her hips, but I keep the touch light, allowing her to set whatever pace she wants.

She moans as she lowers herself all the way down.

I close my eyes, savoring the feeling of being completely inside her. With this position, I’m even deeper than before. She’s truly taking every inch of me and nothing’s ever felt better in my life.

“You feel so fucking good,” I tell her. My cock was made for her, to fit inside her perfectly, just like this.

“So deep,” she mutters, her words almost incoherent, as she rocks up and down.

I look up at her, wanting to remember her just like this for the rest of my life. Her hair is still wet from falling into the pool. Some of the long strands fall down her shoulders, and with every rock of her hips, they dance along her breasts, swaying to the same rhythm.

I continue to take her in, unable to resist thinking she’s the most beautiful woman in the world. My gaze rakes over her, pausing for a moment when I see the red marks on her perfect tits.

They’re from me.

I didn’t even realize I’d left them. But on each breast, there’s the beginning of a hickey. I don’t know why it turns me on so much to leave a mark on her, but fuck, I love the sight of it. For the rest of my life, I want to leave little love bites all over her body, to claim her as mine.

Camille continues to ride my cock at a slow pace that puts me so deep inside her that I feel the pressure build. One that’s been building from the moment my mouth connected with her pussy. And I’m so happy that this time, instead of coming all over myself, I get to fill her with my cum.

The thought makes me moan, and as much as I want to give her full control of her third and final orgasm before I follow right along with her, I need more. I push myself off the mattress so our faces are lined up once again.

“You’re so fucking sexy as you take what you need from me,” I tell her, both my hands grabbing her by the back of her neck. I pull our faces together, a peace settling deep in my bones when our lips connect again.

As much as I want to say we’re fucking, it’s so much more than that. I’ve waited so long to feel this again with her, I know that this one time won’t be enough. Fuck, doing this just for the summer won’t be enough. I need to know that we’ll be doing this for the rest of our lives.

The thought catches me off guard. We’ve nowhere near discussed that. I have no idea if that would be something she even wants. I don’t know her plans for us. All I know is that I can’t imagine ever even looking at another woman.

Nothing compares to the way it feels to be inside her. To be with her. It’s like I was meant for her and she was meant for me.

I kiss her again, hoping that she feels the same way I do. We don’t have to put words to the intense feelings taking over, at least not yet. I let the kiss and the way our bodies move perfectly in sync do the talking.

For right now, that’s all that’s needed.

Camille circles her hips, forcing me to rip my mouth from hers as I let out an unexpected moan. The twist of her hips takes me by surprise. She does it again, driving me absolutely fucking mad from how damn good it feels.

“Baby,” I croak. If she keeps moving like that, I’m not going to last much longer. “You have to stop. That feels too fucking good.”

She bites her lip and shakes her head.

She’s so goddamn perfect.

“I want you to come,” she responds, her voice low. It’s a little more hoarse than it was earlier, probably from the screams and moans she didn’t hold back.

“Only if you’re close to coming again.”

There’s nothing I want more than to come at the same time as her. I want to feel her pussy squeeze me so tight it’s painful as I fill her with cum.

“I’m close,” Camille responds, letting out a moan when she twists her hips again.

“Fuck.” I let out a groan. My spine tingles with the threat of a looming orgasm. Everything aches and my entire body feels tight from the tension of being so close to coming, but not quite getting there yet.

Needing her in every way possible, I crash my lips against hers.

She moans against my mouth, her tongue meeting mine in a hurried frenzy as we both chase our release.

I don’t know when I started doing it. I fully intended to give her full control, but at some point, I started moving my hips.

My thrusts are fast and hard, and if she’s mad at me taking control, she doesn’t say a word.

All she does is moan and pant and make the sexiest noises I’ve ever heard in my life.

“Cami.” Her name comes out soft, almost like a whimper. I’m so gone for her and so fucking close that I can’t even be embarrassed by the desperate way I say her name.

“Come for me, Ryker,” she demands. “I want to feel it.” She lets out a loud moan as her pussy clenches around me. It’s so tight, hugging me so perfectly as she comes for a third time.

Her words, paired with the sensation of her coming, are all I need. My cock pulses and my vision blurs. A low growl comes from deep in my chest as the intense feeling of my orgasm completely takes over.

“Oh my God,” Camille mutters over and over again. She stops rocking up and down as she gives into the orgasm. I grab her by the hips, mine slapping against the back of her thighs as I ride out every last second.

It feels so good that it’s almost painful. I’ve never come so hard in my life.

Everything blurs and fades and the only thing I can concentrate on is the feeling of being inside Camille. We’re a mix of moans and pleasure and whispered words that might not even make sense.

Both of our chests heave as we try to regain our breathing. Neither of us says anything. All we do is stare at one another as we recover.

I could stare at her forever.

She’s never been so beautiful as she is at this moment.

Her cheeks flushed from the sex, her lips red and swollen from being against mine.

The hair she normally tames into perfection is wet and tangled and sticks to her face.

Too many times, she’s looked at me, and I could tell her walls were up. Her stare was always almost blank.

But that’s the furthest thing from how she looks at me now.

My chest hitches and I know it isn’t because of the exertion from sex or anything other than the way she looks at me in this very moment.

There are no walls.

There are no reservations.

Her gaze is full of…everything.

And for the first time this summer, I feel the muscles in my chest loosen. I hadn’t even realized how tense I still was when it came to her. I didn’t know how deep the fear of her disappearing was. I thought when she asked me to stay that it was enough to calm the doubts I had swirling in my head.

It wasn’t.

But the way she’s looking at me right now? I let out a deep sigh of relief.

She’s letting me in.

We’re going to figure this out.