The Bacelor: Make A Sex Deal

Electrified.

Barely able to contain myself from moaning.

With each floor we rose, more people got off, emptying the small space until we were the only ones left, the doors sliding open when we reached the penthouse.

Camden’s hand found mine, and he unlocked the door and moved us inside, instantly pressing my back against the nearest wall, his hands above my head, his lips aligned with mine.

“I need to remind myself to be gentle,” he hissed across my mouth. “Because all I want to do right now is fucking ravish you.” He was kissing across my jaw and down my neck.

Each time he landed on a new spot, it sent more tingles through my chest and to my stomach and finally between my legs, where they settled.

Sparks ignited within my folds.

And as I tried to fill my lungs, to come up with some type of response, I was suddenly in the air.

My legs around him.

My arms resting on his shoulders.

My hair cascading across our cheeks as I bent my head and kissed him. “Camden …” I moaned, the taste of his lips as overwhelming as the feeling in my body.

We stayed still, by the door, wrapped in each other, as he held my weight like it was nothing to him.

And when I finally felt movement, I knew we were heading toward the bedroom, and that was only confirmed when the softness of the mattress was beneath me.

“I need you naked.” His hands left me, only to strip off everything that covered me-my shirt and pants peeled away, my undergarments flung to the floor.

My bareness was on display as he began to remove everything he had on.

“My God,” I groaned as his clothes fell on top of mine, revealing a body I still couldn’t get over, muscles I found myself obsessively touching, a dusting of hair on his chest that I liked to rake with my fingers. “Your body is-”

“Yours.”

I smiled. “Yes. That too.”

My eyes lowered to his hard-on.

The thickness.

The length.

I knew both well, as I’d sucked his dick, but I just didn’t know how something so large was going to fit inside me.

Nerves were already flickering in my chest as he eliminated his final piece of clothing, which were his socks, and he straddled me on the edge of the bed, moving me up the mattress until my head was on a pillow.

He hovered over me, holding my face, staring into my eyes. “I want to talk to you about something. It’s something I’ve thought a lot about.” When he glanced away for just a second, that was when I realized every candle in the bedroom had been lit. There were rose petals on the nightstand and more beneath me, beside me-I was sure they were even in my hair.

“Okay …”

His gaze returned, and he took a deep breath. “First, I need to know, are you on the pill?”

“I have been for the last couple of years. You know, just in case it happened.”

“As for me, you have nothing to worry about. I’ve always been careful.” His stare deepened, reaching the furthest part of me. “The only thing I worry about is you getting pregnant, and it sounds like that’s been solved.”

“Yes.”

His grip tightened on my face. “I don’t want to use a condom, Oaklyn. I just want to feel you-your wetness, your tightness.” He paused, his thumb rubbing over my bottom lip. “I don’t want anything separating us.”

My eyes closed as I rested my hand over his. “I don’t want to use a condom either.”

In reply, his lips were on me, devouring my mouth, parting me with his tongue. I could feel the restraint in his movements, the slight shift of his hips, his tip pressed against me, sliding each time he reared back and forth.

But he wasn’t at my entrance.

He was at my clit.

Teasing.

Taunting.

“Yesss,” I moaned the second his mouth left me. The feel of him down there was only adding to the tingles, making me breathless.

“Your clit is so fucking wet.”

“That’s how I was all through dinner.”

“Mmm.” He looked up at me as he lowered his mouth to my chest. “That’s fucking torture, Oaklyn.”

“I know.”

He sucked on one of my nipples, causing my back to arch, his teeth forcing my hands to grip the blanket under me.

“Oh fuck,” I gasped. “That feels …”

“You’ve felt nothing yet.”

He moved to the other side, flicking the tight bud with his tongue, grazing the end, gently biting it.

Every time he inflicted pain, I waited for it to get worse, but it only lasted the briefest of moments before he was soothing the area. Kissing. Caressing with the pad of his fingers.

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I felt the way he inhaled, not just with air, but the way he absorbed me with his lips as well, covering my ribs, my sides, my belly button, only stopping when he reached the top of my pussy.

His nose pressed against it.

And he took his time breathing me in.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you.”

He was talking directly to my clit.

There was literally nothing hotter.

My legs spread wider, the top of my head nudging into the pillow, my hand going to his hair.

I didn’t just twirl his locks around my fingers.

I pulled them.

“Camden …”

His name had just left me when I felt the first swipe. It was slow, calculated. He used his entire tongue, lapping me like I was a dripping dessert.

“Oh fuck.” I swallowed, tearing at his hair, especially as he went faster. “Ahhh!”

He focused on the top, using the tip of his tongue to flick across that sensitive spot while his hand moved to my entrance. There was more than enough wetness there, but he still dragged some more down, spreading me with his finger, getting me ready for his size.

Even though he was prepping me, he was still careful.

Sensual.