“Come on, Cam, I’m just returning the favor.” She licked her lips, and his hand tightened on the arm rest. He barely remembered not to crush the small fist he still held in his other hand. “I won’t kiss you anywhere else. Same as what you did for me.”
Fuck. He dropped his head back against the seat. He got where she was going with this. Less intimacy from less kissing and touching. But hell, what her eyes promised… That was intimacy enough.
“You need this, Cam. I can feel it.”
Hell, of course she could. But by her logic, he’d needed it from the first time he saw her at the Caipora’s Den.
Deftly, she slipped her hand from his and pulled at his belt. He gripped the arm rests and stared at the door to the cockpit. What the fuck was he doing?
Something he couldn’t stop. He didn’t want to. She tugged his jeans down to free his cock. His eyes darted down to see her small hands gripping him. The dusky head of his cock flared above her pale hand.
She stroked him and his breath caught in his throat.
The sight of her pink tongue darting out to lick the head made his shaft twitch. The silken glide forced a strangled groan from his throat. He stifled a shout when she took him into the heat of her mouth. She stroked him and sucked until his mind fogged.
His chest heaved as he watched her. He prayed she’d let him come in her mouth. Not because it was hot, which it was. Because he didn’t think he could recover from it if she wanted to hold his gaze with her own while he came in her fist. A direct parallel to the night in Bruxa’s Eye when he’d wanted to hold her gaze with his own.
She looked up at him and withdrew her mouth. His heart clutched.
“Show me what you like.” Her lips were shiny and her cheeks flushed.
Comprehension and lust hit him hard when she picked up one of his hands and put it to her head. Her eyes told him to add the other as well.
His eyebrows rose. Seriously?
“I’m a goddess, Cam. I don’t need to breathe. Show me what you like.” Her voice was firm, husky with arousal.
He groaned, fisted his hands in her silken hair, and lowered her head until the heat of her mouth env
eloped his cock.
“Fuck, Ana.” He gritted his teeth, fought to control himself and his movements.
He set an easy pace, the mere sight of his hands pressing her mouth down onto his cock enough to make his thighs tremble.
Her low moan vibrated around his cock, and he realized that her hips were unconsciously moving as if she was as turned on as he was by this act. He heaved out a shaky breath, trying to make this last, knowing it wouldn’t.
Eventually, she seemed to realize that he wasn’t going to put much force behind moving her head. She cradled his balls and took him deeper into her mouth than he’d dared press. Pleasure spiked through him and his hips jerked uncontrollably.
“Fuck, I’m sorry,” he rasped.
She didn’t pause and continued to fuck him with her mouth. Soon it became too much—the heat of her, the smell of her, the sounds of her. Heat suffused him and pressure rose in his shaft.
“Ana, I’m close.” He tugged lightly on her head, but she sped up, heat and wetness and friction working his cock.
He groaned deep in his throat, well past caring where he was. The orgasm blasted through him, so strong it was almost painful, and it took everything he had not to lose control of his hips and thrust uncontrollably into her mouth.
When he finally recovered enough to focus again, he looked down to see Ana panting, collapsed back on her heels and watching his face. At some point during the orgasm he’d apparently let go of her head to squeeze the seat’s arm rests. A good thing, considering the grip that he had on them.
He heaved out a sigh, still shaky from the pleasure.
“Thanks.” His voice was raspy, as if unused for a thousand years. He reached out to rub a thumb across her cheek.
She grinned. “No problem.”
He zipped his fly while she stood and headed back toward the lavatory. His head turned to follow her, disappointed. He’d wanted to kiss her.
He dropped his head back into the seat, squeezed his eyes closed. Damn it. He was a goner.