She raised her free hand and threaded it through Marco’s hair. “Good, because I want people to know that you’re mine, too.”
Marco growled and Cam pulled his head down to hers and kissed him.
Hearing Cam call him “cariño” snapped something inside of Marco, and when she pulled him down for a kiss, he devoured her mouth.
As her tongue twined with his, he moved to cover Cam on the cot. She parted her thighs to let him lay between them, but the cot shifted and he had to break the kiss to prevent from falling over. “Fucking hell.”
Cam giggled, and his irritation melted at the sound—he wanted to hear it again.
But at the moment, he studied the cot, trying to figure out how he was going to make love to Cam on the wobbly contraption. He felt Cam dig her nails into his back. He looked up to see her grinning, and she asked, “What happened to your smooth way with the ladies?”
“Not even James Bond could be smooth on a wobbly cot.”
Cam laughed again, and then she hooked her hands behind his neck. Her look turned mischievous. “There’s more to life than missionary.”
His cock was now pulsing at attention. He had a feeling this woman was going to keep surprising him in bed for years to come. “Are you sure you’re well enough? I know Eduardo healed you, but you were this close to dying, and I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I told you, I’m fine.” Cam moved her hands to his ass and squeezed. “Now, get naked so you can fuck me against the wall.”
He leaned down and nuzzled her cheek before moving to bite her earlobe. “I thought we’d agreed that here, in the bedroom, I give the orders.”
Cam’s breath hitched. He moved so he could see her face. The desire and longing in her eyes told him that she was thinking of earlier, and she wanted to do it again.
He gave her a gentle kiss before he rose from the cot. She watched his every move, so he decided to tease her.
He lifted his shirt a few inches. “If you want to see what’s underneath here, then I want you to take off your nightshirt.”
Cam slowly inched the material up her body. First, she bared her toned belly. Then she exposed her ribcage. He held his breath until she finally showed him the undersides of her breasts. She stopped moving the shirt and started to rub it back and forth across her nipples. When she gave a soft cry, he growled. “Show me your lovely breasts. Now.”
There was a mischievous glint in her eye. But she moved the material up over her breasts and left it there. He was about to give another order when she started to pluck at her nipples.
He let out a strangled sound. She might be following his orders, but she was doing it on her terms.
And he liked it.
Marco might be giving the orders, but Cam felt oddly empowered. Even from a few feet away, she could hear him suck in a breath as she continued to pinch and roll her nipples. She decided to push him further, and lifted one of her legs. Marco growled and she smiled. Going commando had its benefits in situations like these.
“Woman, stop playing with yourself. Lay your hands at your side, and look at me.”
She reluctantly moved her hands to her side as she turned her head toward Marco. She tried looking at his face, but her eyes were drawn to the movements of his hand—he was slowly stroking his cock, which was now free of his jeans.
She imagined taking him in her mouth, sucking him deep, and wetness rushed between her legs.
“Camilla.” She tore her gaze from his hand and looked up. “If you want my cock, then come kneel in front of me, and take it.”
It didn’t surprise her that he’d been able to read her. He was getting good at that.
She rose slowly from the cot and walked over to him. She gripped the base of his cock and squeezed before she knelt down and braced her hands on his muscled thighs.
Marco released his hand. She took his hard, long dick and lowered it in front of her mouth. There was already a bead of moisture, so she looked up at Marco’s eyes and gave a flick with her tongue. Loving the salty taste, she gave another. Before she could torture him some more, he thrust a hand into her hair and gave a gentle tug. “Take it. Now.”
She extended one of her claws and traced it down the underside of his cock, and then gently grabbed his balls as she took his cock into her mouth. Curious to see if the fierce side of him would come out to play, she stayed still, careful to breathe through her nose.
After a few seconds, his other hand grabbed her hair and forced her head back until only the tip was still inside her mouth. She looked up and used her tongue to tease his slit.
The cords of his neck were taut when he said, “I want to fuck your mouth, Camilla. If you’ll let me, then release my balls and place your hands on my thighs.”
She’d never done this before, but she barely resisted squirming. Marco was revealing a sexual side to her that Cam had never known existed.