When she was still again, he pulled out, hands on her hips turning her onto her back. It took him a moment, and he almost regretted the decision to wait, his cock aching between his thighs, but he got the clasps that held her stockings in place undone and pulled the panties the rest of the way off, throwing them aside. His fingers wrapped around her thighs, pulling them up and open wide, and then he slid into her again, listening to her gasp with the new stimulation.
Her hands caught at his biceps, nails digging, stinging little half-moon marks into the skin. He looked down at her, head thrown back against the sheets with her dark hair tousled and wild, her cheeks flushed with pleasure. She had her eyes half-closed, lashes casting shadows on her skin, her lips parted too temptingly to ignore. Leaning in closer, he claimed her mouth.
She opened to him easy and eager, her tongue teasing against his own, and moaned when he nipped at her lower lip as he pulled back to trace a path down her throat with lips and teeth and tongue.
He wasn’t going to last much longer.
Mark slid a hand under Camille’s back, lifting her spine into an arch, and dipped his head down to close his mouth over one of her nipples. Her hands on his biceps slid up, grabbing for his shoulders, and then her nails raked over his skin just sharp enough to sting. He pulled her nipple between his teeth, not enough pressure to hurt, and flicked his tongue over it, then again before he pulled back to change sides.
Camille was moaning, the noises growing steadily higher in pitch, and he picked up the pace, fucking her harder and faster. He tilted his hips so that each thrust rocked him against her clit, pulling her toward orgasm with him.
His body tightened, and then the world exploded around him. Colors danced across his closed eyelids, electricity singing through his nerves. He gave himself over to it.
“Rich, handsome, and a god in bed,” Camille said when he opened his eyes to look up at her as they both lay there, waiting for their heartbeats to slow down. “You’re all kinds of tempting, Mr. Reid.”
“Who said I was rich?” Mark answered, grinning. “I thought you had that covered.”
She laughed, and dragged her fingertips down his arm, leaving all the little hairs standing up in the wake of her touch, his already over-sensi
tized skin practically shivering with it.
“Mmm. True. But wealthy fathers always complain so much when you bring home a guy who isn’t.”
“Are you saying you plan to introduce me to your father?”
“You never know what might happen.”
Gently, Mark leaned down and kissed her, and then he pulled out and disposed of the condom, flopping back down on the bed beside Camille. She turned enough to throw an arm across his waist, one of her legs settling over his. “I hope you don’t mind. I’m the ‘cuddle after sex’ type.”
She didn’t give the impression that she had any intention of moving if he did mind, but Mark only laughed and wrapped an arm around her in return. “I think I can put up with that.”
He was beginning to think that maybe he could put up with a lot of things if Camille Lacroix asked him to.
You never could tell what was going to happen, after all.
THE END