The Darker Side of Pleasure (4 page)

Cam pulled away and she let out a groan.

“Easy, honey. We’ve got all night. And I intend to make good use of it.”

“Wh-what are you going to do?”

“Do you really want to know?” His sexy mouth pulled into a wicked grin she’d never seen on him before, and it made her tremble with anticipation.

“Tell me.”

“I’m going to touch you everywhere. With my hands. With my mouth. I’m going to stroke you gently, I’m going to pinch you in all the right places. I’m going to lick every inch of your gorgeous skin. I’m going to play with you in a way I never have before, with my hands and mouth, and maybe a few other things.”

He paused and Jillian’s sex clenched and tingled. She wished she could press her thighs together to ease the ache there, but she was spread wide open. All she could think of was Cam putting his mouth there as he had said he would. His hot, damp tongue stroking her, his fingers pushing inside her.
Oh, God.

He continued, his voice low and smoky. “I’m going to make you come, Jillian. I’m going to make you come so hard, with pleasure and maybe a little pain. What do you think of that?”

Think? She could hardly think. All she could do was feel. But Cam was demanding an answer from her.

“I’m waiting, Jillian.”

“I…” Her voice was nothing more than a raw whisper. “I want that. Yes. Please, Cam.”

“Good girl.”

The term made her go warm and soft all over. She didn’t know why.

He began to stroke her breasts again, tracing the full outline, avoiding her nipples. She shivered.

“And after you’ve come for me, I’m going to fuck you, Jillian. I’m going to bury my cock inside you and fuck you forever. Tell me you want that.”

“I…”

He took one nipple between his fingers and pinched, hard. She rose up off the bed, the pain shooting through her and somehow transforming into a deep pleasure that lanced straight to her core.

“I want…I want you to fuck me, Cam.” Yes, she could hardly think of anything else but his enormous, beautiful cock, golden-skinned as the rest of him was.

“That’s my good girl.”

Again that warm wash of pleasure at his words.

And then he was on her, with his mouth, with his hands, roaming over her body. He licked her skin, and stopped to kiss and suck here and there. Everywhere he touched her it was like a tiny electric shock, sending bolts of pleasure coursing through her system.

“Does this feel good, baby?”

“Yes…” It came out on a soft hiss.

“How about this?” His fingers squeezed her nipples, then were replaced with his mouth. His hands moved over her hips, gripped her thighs for a moment, then his fingers plunged into her dark, waiting heat.

She moaned aloud, the walls of her sex grabbing around his fingers as he moved them inside her. It was almost too much, all this sensation. And when he pressed his thumb over her clit, she thought she’d scream with pleasure.

“Oh, God, oh, God,” she murmured, already on the edge of orgasm.

Cam pulled back.

She squirmed on the bed, pulling against the ropes that held her so firmly, that held her spread apart. Cam moved around the room, but she couldn’t seem to care what he was doing. The only thing she knew was that he wasn’t touching her anymore.

In a moment he returned to the bed, a pair of scissors in his hand. She gasped and tried to sit up. Of course she couldn’t.

He smiled down on her, his eyes literally glowing. “I just need a little help getting rid of these pretty panties you wore for me.”

With a quick snip they were gone.

His hands were on her again as he knelt on the bed, stroking her thighs, encouraging the muscles there to relax. When he brushed his fingers back and forth across her clit, the fire there roared to a full blaze once more. And then he did something he’d never done before. It began with a gentle tapping of his fingers, but soon moved on to a rhythmic slapping against her mound. She was surprised at how good it felt, teasing her clit into a rock-hard nub. By the time the slapping became a little painful, she was too hot to care. The pain felt good, intensifying the pleasure, until it all melted together and became one sensation.

Her sex throbbed, pounded beneath Cam’s hand, until she was right on the edge of coming. And then he reached a hand up and pinched her nipple, hard. And at the same time he pinched her clit between his strong fingers, and the pain and the pleasure shot through her at a hundred miles an hour.

“Come for me, honey.” He pinched harder.

Her body ignited, her sex went into a clenching, grabbing spasm and her mind emptied completely. Her orgasm rocketed through her, making her thighs tremble. The trembling turned into a shaking that spread through her body and she called out his name as she gasped for breath.

“Cam!”

As the wave subsided, she ended on a quiet sob. And suddenly her bonds were being released and her husband’s strong arms were around her. He kissed her face, whispering her name.

“Jillian, honey, I’m right here.”

“Oh, God, Cam…”

“Shh. It’s alright now. You’re fine. You’re good.”

And for the first time in a long time, she suspected he was right.

Cam held Jillian tight, rocking her as he would a small child. Not that he thought of her as childlike, not at all. She was more a woman to him at this moment than she’d ever been before. But infinitely precious in a way that was new for him.

He could feel the ripples of emotion coursing through her body as he held her, just as earlier he’d felt her waves of response. He had some idea of what she was experiencing. At least, he was trying to understand. It had been such a long time since she’d been able to reach orgasm, and she had never had one like this! Was he really doing anything that different? He was trying harder, but not in the usual goal-oriented way, that much he knew. He’d made a mission of it, of just pleasing her. His own body was still hard and humming with her pleasure as much as his own need. And it gave him a profound sense of accomplishment to have brought her to this point.

He wanted to do it again. And again.

He sensed when Jillian began to calm. The tears stopped, her limbs relaxed, and she lay soft and pliant against him. He still wanted her; his raging erection was a testament to that. But right now it felt good just to hold on to her, to know what he’d given her, and to feel close again.

They sat for a long time before she stirred, tilting her face up to his. He kissed her pink mouth, savoring the familiar sweetness of her mixed with a few salty tears. His heart pounded in his chest. This was what they’d been missing—maybe more than they’d ever had to begin with. He felt his limbs loosen with the realization that he really had a good shot at making it all better. He had to, damn it. He was not going to allow things to fall apart. He couldn’t allow it. It was up to him to keep it together. To keep them together. And he would, no matter what it took.

“Cam.” Her voice was a husky whisper.

“Right here, baby.”

“That was…”

“Yeah. How do you feel?”

“I feel…good. Lighter. Does that make sense?”

“Yeah, it does.” He smiled down at her, pushed her tangle of honeyed hair away from her face. God, he loved her mane of hair. So soft and sexy, especially the way it was now, all tousled around her flushed face.

She smiled back at him. Then, after a quiet moment, “I want more.”

“So do I. And I want it now. Are you ready? Because I don’t think I can wait one more minute to be inside you.”

“Yes, Cam!”

It was all he needed to hear. Picking her up in his arms, he shifted her until she was laid out on the bed again. Quickly, he stripped off his slacks and his boxers. He lay on top of her, careful not to crush her. He needed to feel her silken skin against his. Her plush breasts pushed against his chest. He could feel the hard points of her nipples already. He wanted them in his mouth again, but first, he needed to kiss his wife.

Her lips were plump and warm beneath his. Her mouth was hot and wet when he opened her lips and drove inside. It made him think about her tight, wet pussy. He knew how good it would feel around his shaft. He lowered his hand between their bodies, between her thighs. Found her slick opening and stroked. She moaned against his mouth. With his fingers, he played with the soft folds, pulling and pinching a little before dipping inside.

She contracted around his finger, hot and tight and wet. He added another finger, then another while she gasped. God, she felt so damn good, he had to be inside her. But not yet.

He pulled his fingers out and stroked her mound, finding her hard little nub and tugging at it, rolling it between his fingers and thumb. Her hips were moving against him, her pelvis rubbing hard against his straining cock, and he thought for a moment he was going to lose it. To come all over her stomach like a high-school kid.

Hang on.

He raised his hips. Using his hand to spread the lips of her sex wide, he carefully guided the head of his cock into her opening. Careful because he knew he was big and he didn’t want to hurt her. Not that way, at least. He paused there, meaning to catch his breath, but Jillian wrapped her smooth legs around him, and all he could do was plunge inside. Into that dark, moist heat, into that tight, pulsing tunnel. He pulled out, thrust again, all the way to the hilt. He was buried deep inside her, exactly where he needed to be, and it felt damn good.

“Yes, honey, that’s it. You can take it all,” he ground out.

Jillian met each thrust with her own, driving him on. He grabbed her firm ass cheeks in his hands, pulled her hips up higher, knowing at that angle he could grind against her clit with each thrust.

She was gasping rhythmically now, bucking beneath him. His cock was heavy with blood and lust, burning with the need to come, but he held back, waiting for her. Her clenching pussy was driving him wild. Each plunge drove him higher, sent shards of pleasure lancing through him. He couldn’t hold on much longer.

“I need to fuck you hard, baby.”

“Do it, Cam!”

“I need to fuck you, baby…”

He thrust into her, into her hot, waiting sheath. She wrapped her legs around his back, pulling him in tighter. Her arms were around his neck, her face buried in his shoulder, biting, sucking. He loved it. His hands dug into the soft flesh of her ass as he sped up, pounding into her like a freight train now. In and out, harder, faster. His cock was ready to explode.

Jillian let out a guttural cry and her velvet pussy convulsed around him, setting him off. He came hard and fast, like a rocket going off in his cock, reverberating through his belly, his whole body. He yelled something, he didn’t know what. Didn’t matter. Just keep coming. Coming so damn hard he couldn’t think of anything else. Just feel. Just feel this ripping-hard orgasm and Jillian shaking beneath him.

He kissed her face all over, couldn’t seem to stop kissing her. God, she was fucking beautiful.

“Love you, honey.”

“Love you, too.”

When was the last time he’d felt this good? When was the last time he’d felt so close to her? This is what they’d needed. This would fix them. Maybe not all at once. But eventually. Meanwhile, even if the practice killed him, what a way to go!