“Oh, later.” She laughed lightly, running her hands up his ribs on either side and lifting her eyes to his, leaning in to press her breasts against his chest. “Much later.”
He bent and captured her lips with his, cupping her face and taking the kiss deep immediately. Their tongues stroked, their groans mingled, their bodies pressed skin to skin. Mostly.
Growling, he pulled away and dropped his hands to his jeans, pulling his wallet out and tossing it on the counter, then shoving them down. He went back to kissing her, but her hands went back to stroking him and before he could reach for the condom in his wallet she’d reached for the cookie dough.
And gone to her knees.
Again he gripped the edge of the counter as she smeared the cookie dough down his length then dragged her tongue along the hard shaft, licking it clean. Cam worked on breathing, cupping the back of her head, not pulling her hair, not thrusting, just breathing. And watching. Absorbing it all.
It was clear she was no expert, and that thrilled him more than anything else she could have done with her mouth. Of course, any blow job was a great blow job. He let her lick and suck, loving her little moans and the feel of her hot mouth and hands on him until he simply couldn’t take it anymore.
He pulled back and stared down at her, breathing hard.
I love you and marry me were both on the tip of his tongue but immediately after having her greedy mouth on his cock wasn’t the right time for either of those. He’d thought them both prior to her licking cookie dough from his dick, but it might be hard to convince her of that.
Besides, he didn’t want to talk. And he didn’t need to in order to show her how he felt.
He pulled her to her feet, then lifted her onto the counter, shoving the bowl of dough back and stepping between her knees. She spread her thighs, welcoming him against her with her arms going around his neck and her legs going around his waist.
They kissed, long and deep. He ran his hands up and down her back. She gripped his back and arched close. Her pussy was hot and wet against his cock and he rocked against her gently.
She was moaning softly and saying his name as he dragged his mouth down her neck and then bit down where it curved into her shoulder.
“Cam.”
“You want to do this here?”
The kitchen seemed appropriate, but they were sleeping together tonight. All night. In a bed. They could move this show upstairs right now.
“Yes. Here. Now.”
Didi wasn’t going to be coming down. He’d told her that he needed to talk to Whitney—Didi had agreed—and asked if she’d stay upstairs tonight until her alarm went off on her phone. She’d thought that was a great idea. So he had until 3 a.m. to worship every inch of Whitney Lorraine Lancaster.
That was five hours.
That wouldn’t be enough time for him to come even close to getting enough of her. But it would be a very good start.
He reached for his wallet, pulling the condom from between the bills. He kept kissing her as he ripped it open and rolled it on. Then he pulled her butt forward on the counter.
“I’ve missed you so fucking much,” he said.
“This feels like the first time,” she told him softly, running her hand over the side of his face and into his hair.
She was right. It did.
“I’m in love with you, Whit.”
Okay maybe immediately after having her mouth on his cock hadn’t been the right time but this felt good.
He hoped.
Her eyes widened for a moment. But then she smiled and breathed out. “I’m in love with you too.”
Neither of them said again.
Because this was different than before. This was new.
But when he pulled her forward and she wrapped herself around him and he slid into her hot, tight body, it felt like they’d been doing it forever.
“Oh yes Cam,” she half whispered, half moaned.
“Whit. Damn. Yes,” he answered. Sort-of. It was more of a grunt-groan honestly.
He pulled out and thrust again. And again. She clung to him, her body—from her arms to her pussy—tight around him, not letting him go far. But he had to move. The friction, the push and pull, the heat and wetness everything he needed.
He gripped her ass, felt her hot breath on his neck, her silky hair against his chest.
“Please,” she whimpered.
“Anything.”
“Just… more. Harder.”
Well, that he could do. “Lean back.”
She shifted, looking up at him.
He kissed her and then pressed her back until she was leaning on her elbows.
“Gorgeous.” He ran a hand up one thigh to her stomach then up to one breast, playing with a nipple and feeling the resultant tightening around his cock.
The angle was gorgeous too. He could see everything where they were joined.
“You’re incredible,” he told her, pulling out and sliding back in, watching her body take him then lifting his eyes to her face.
She was breathing hard, her eyes on him, her cheeks pink.
“Ditto,” she told him breathlessly.
He pulled back then thrust forward again, sinking into her welcoming sweet, wet heat. “I will never get over this,” he told her sincerely.
“Good. I’m already addicted.” She ended that on a gasp as he hit a particularly good spot.
“Oh, like that?” he asked.
“Yes. Please. Again.”
He complied.
And again.
“Harder.” She tightened around him. “Faster.”
He did. Both. He watched her breasts bounce. Watched her head fall back, her hair trailing over the countertop. He watched the flush climb up her chest.
“Yes! Cam,” she gasped.
He gripped her thighs where he held her and picked up the pace even more. He was pumping into her hard and deep and he felt his climax building. He moved a hand, pressing his thumb against her clit, then rubbing.
“Oh! Yes!”
He circled the spot, feeling the beginnings of her orgasm, watching her
