Operation: Tempt Me (11 page)

Each time her
fingers ran over his mermaid tattoo, she felt a sense of pride, believing that
she resembled his dream woman. She believed in the romance of it all, the fairy
tale likeness. For once in her life, it felt right to do something for herself,
temporarily forgetting every responsibility or other aspect of her orderly
life.

Miller’s
strong voice interrupted her giddiness. “Need a sec, baby. Touch yourself for
me,” he commanded, lifting off of her.

With the loss
of his body heat, she shivered, not wanting to let him up and not understanding
why he needed to leave her bed. Had she done something wrong?

It had been a
very long time since she’d had a man in her bed, but things between her and
Miller were heating up very fast and progressing as nature intended. So why
would he need to jump up just when they were reaching the point of
breathlessness? Oh, how she loved that oxygen-starved feeling.

Leaning up on
her elbows, she watched as he removed a condom from his bag and sheathed his
cock with the latex. His tall, muscular frame appeared massive in the light of
her small bedside lamp.

With a sigh
of relief, she dropped back onto the bed and did as he had requested. She
strummed her hands over her breasts, stroking the hard nipples. Electric
sensations swirled deep inside her belly. Feeling the bed sink, she turned her
head to watch Miller creep over her again but this time he began his kisses at
her navel.

Damn right
the man should feast on her! Cambrie succumbed to the wanton woman hiding
inside her. She had everything to offer Miller, everything that any other woman
had. Just so happened that she had Miller, too.

Cambrie
sucked in her breath. The cool wetness left behind on her simmering flesh by
Miller’s kisses only made her whimper for more of the delightful contact.

“Miller, what
are you waiting for? This is pure torture.”

His laugh
should’ve irritated her, but it didn’t. She enjoyed his easy-going approach and
patience. God, if only she could borrow some patience from him then she
wouldn’t be squirming all over the bed, thrusting her hips into his to coax his
cock into her throbbing pussy.

“Maybe I’m
waiting for you to beg me to fuck you, Cambrie. Or maybe I want to take my
sweet time with you, enjoying every inch of your hot body. My God, I never
expected this kind of sizzle.” His last words were rushed, like he couldn’t
catch his breath.

“Sizzle? What
the hell is sizzle?” she demanded, looking over her belly. If she didn’t feel
his cock inside her soon, she may very well find the strength to flip him onto
his back and straddle him. Well, she could at least give it a good try.

His smile lit
up his face. The sharp angles had softened now with his focus on her. Nothing
else mattered but her. The warm feeling left her oozing with giddiness, like a
schoolgirl preparing for her first kiss, that awkward thrill of the unknown.

“Sizzle,” he
repeated. “A serious spark. Don’t you feel it?” He stared, waiting on her
reply.

“Feel it? Are
you insane? I’m about to burst into flames and all you can talk about is
sizzle?” She wrapped her legs around his hips. “Fuck me, now, Miller. You want
begging? How about demanding?” His raised eyebrows earned a smirk from her.
“That’s right, Miller. You put me into this state, now you can damn well finish
the job.”

“Is that so?”
he asked, dry humping her, his engorged cock rubbing against her clit.

She moaned
some inaudible words before shrieking. “Miller! For God’s sake. Fuck me. Now!
Oh, please,” she whimpered, her head thrashing side to side as a wall of
pleasure built inside her, so deep she thought she’d melt into the bed before
he finished with her.

“Soon. Very
soon. But first I want to taste you on my lips,” he said against her heated
flesh as his mouth returned to her breast, sucked hard on the nipple for a few
teasing seconds, before descending down her body with a trail of slippery
kisses.

His intention
was obvious and Cambrie willed herself not to squirm out of his reach. But she
feared she hadn’t hidden her nervousness when Miller looked up, his head
hovering above her pelvis.

“I’m guessing
no one has ever gone down on you before.” His directness stunned her.

“No. Never.”

“Mmmm. Good.
I like that I’m the first to taste this sweet pussy.”

Before she
could bask in the glory of his words, his mouth landed on her mound. He made no
effort to hide his pleasure. Hot kisses smothered her pussy lips like she was a
lollipop, his tongue stroking up and down her swollen lips, swiping the clit
with the tenderest of touches.

“Oh Christ,
Miller!” Cambrie yelled, her nails digging into anything to keep her from
launching off of the bed. Grasping the sheets, she made an effort to keep her
hips settled for his mouth to continue its delicious feast.

He
interrupted his work to look up, his dark eyes dancing with lust. “I love that
you shave your pussy, Cambrie. So smooth for me. So sweet. I think I’m already
addicted to you, baby girl.”

With a wink,
he slowly lowered his head and focused on driving her to a place she never knew
existed. A place where her mind hovered somewhere in the clouds and her body
twisted in the greedy hands of lust, unwilling to fight free from the waves of
pleasure enveloping her, yet unable to attain gratification.

Keeping her
head still did nothing to calm the dizziness rioting through her system. With
her breathing out of control, her temperature continued to rise as her body
ignited in too many places to count.

Sounds of
Miller indulging himself between her legs only drove her closer to the edge. He
made no effort to hide his satisfied groans. Her pussy begged for the pleasure
but she hesitated, not wanting to lose this feeling of floating between body
and soul.

“Oh, Miller.
Oh, wow. I can’t. I mean…” She couldn’t even form a sentence and he didn’t stop
to let her. His continued sucking and licking where no other man had tasted
her, kept her in a dreamlike state, but far from the orgasm she so desperately
needed.

When his
tongue darted from her aching pussy lips to torment her clit, she shot off the
bed like a firecracker. The orgasm so powerful there was no preparing for it.
Everything around her blurred as she rode the pulses within her core, bucking
and twisting like a mad woman.

Cambrie
feared there’d never be another orgasm like this. Although, with her body
reeling from the spasms deep within her pussy and on her clit, she wasn’t quite
sure she could survive another orgasm. Coming this hard had never been possible
with either man or machine. What would she do once Miller left?

“Miller,” she
managed the soft plea through ragged breaths.

With her eyes
half open, she watched as he rose above her, his sleek body moving over hers,
his focus concentrating on her face. Her shaky hands reached for his arms,
grasping onto the muscles in his forearms as the weight of him pressed her
firmly into the mattress.

She sighed
with contentment, never wanting this moment to end. Never wanting to forget the
lust filled gleam in the dark chocolate brown eyes that seemed mesmerized by
her features.

When his gaze
met hers, it held. His cock nudged against her wet pussy. With the slowest
movements, he inched inside her, his hips barely pressing into her. The
tightness was immediate. Christ, how long had it been since she fucked someone?
Too long to remember, and now Miller would think she was even more
inexperienced than she had admitted.

“Oh, my, God,
Cambrie,” he said, his voice shaking, the first sign of emotion defeating his
usual control. His arms trembled as he looked toward the ceiling. She almost
expected him to howl or something.

She didn’t
know how to react to him. What was going through his mind? The nip of pain as
his cock pushed deeper into her anxious pussy had her biting down on her lip in
an effort not to cry out in pleasure for fear he would mistake it for pain and
stop. Much larger than she expected, his cock stretched her pussy and the
pleasure grew by the second.

His warm gaze
melted her heart with the intense focus he showered over her. “You feel so
amazing, my sweet Cambrie. How can a guy be any luckier than me right now?”

Miller had
stopped thrusting and her pussy adjusted to the thick head of his cock. “Don’t
stop. I want to feel you so deep inside of me, Miller. Don’t stop,” she
whispered. Her lips found the side of his neck to nip and suck while her hips
edged upward, encouraging his cock to bury itself deeper into her wetness.

“Aw hell,
Cambrie. I’m losing control here. I don’t want to come before I’m buried inside
you. Christ.”

She felt his
pain, his anguish, having lived it moments before. The bite in his words
revealed his frustration. Well, too bad. He had teased her enough tonight. It’s
about time he got a taste of his own medicine, um, in this case, torment.

“Payback
sucks, doesn’t it?” she said against the side of his neck. Her words rushed out
as she gasped for air, the weight of him making breathing a challenge, but she
couldn’t bear for him move off and steal the warmth that encompassed her.

He angled his
head to stare at her. “Payback? And what’s that suppose to mean, darling?”
There was a hint of machismo shining through his words. It didn’t mean shit,
not after he’d put her through exquisite torture to give her the best orgasm of
her life.

“It means,
how’s it feel to be driven wild? Just like you did to me.”

Brown eyes
danced as he spoke. “If I remember right, you were squealing with delight.”

“And you will
too, babe, if you move that cock. Fuck me, Miller. Like you promised.”

The corners
of his mouth rose to form a giant smirk. “I have never squealed in my life.”

With that
declaration, he thrust his cock deep into her pussy until he was fully seated
in her. Her cries echoed throughout the room. The tightness caught her off
guard. But the glorious feeling of him filling her was worth it.

Miller
stilled instantly and glared. “Christ, you’re so fucking tight, honey. You sure
you’re not a virgin?” Then he crooked his neck to the side to offer a few
curses before turning back to her. “I swear to God, if you are and you let me
fuck you this hard, I will paddle your ass until you can’t sit for a week.”

God, didn’t
he look like he meant that particular threat? She could only stare into his
serious face. She probably should’ve been scared at his declaration. Maybe even
fearful to continue. But something deep inside her, somewhere she’d only begun
to discover, broke free and released a wildness that had been caged for too
long. Yeah, there was no more room for any maybes.

Cambrie
simply opened her mouth and spoke slowly so she couldn’t be mistaken. “I’m not
a virgin, just have a sad love life and, as a result, my pussy has lacked from
any serious attention. Could I still get paddled?”

Now Cambrie
could’ve wagered on a multitude of reactions from Miller except the one she
received. It appeared she was playing with fire and had better learn the game
fast. And she was positive she would love to play the game!

Miller
growled, slammed his lips onto hers and devoured her mouth in the most
demanding kiss she had ever experienced. Gone was the slow, calculated loving
he had shown her so far. Replaced with an animalistic longing, a determination
so powerful it stole her breath.

But she
matched his power and met his conquest with her own. Her tongue wrapped around
his as his hips thrust into hers, pummeling her pussy walls with stroke after stroke
of that magnificent cock. She screamed out with the building tension, but he
only swallowed her cries.

Her hands
were most likely scratching him as she clawed at his back, but it was beyond
her power to stop. If she didn’t cling to him, she feared she’d fall into the
abyss hovering around her.

The smell of
hot male flesh tinged with a spicy aroma sent her senses into overdrive and
spiraling out of control. With her lips locked with Miller’s, it prevented
Cambrie from inhaling as deep as she wished to memorize the scent of this sexy,
wild male in her arms.

His hips,
powerful and unstoppable, thrust into hers over and over, his cock swelling as
each stroke became more sensitive than the last. She had to breathe. Breaking
the kiss, she gasped, her lungs filling with much needed oxygen.

“Miller! Oh,
Miller.”

“Ride me,
Cambrie. Ride me hard.” Without effort, he rolled under her, dragging her on
top of him, keeping his cock deeply seated in her throbbing pussy. Could she
ever get used to his strength?

She reveled
in having control of the loving. Rocking her hips back and forth, she rode him
as he had demanded, but she did it her way. Swiveling her hips in circles
earned her a deep groan and flex of muscles as his upper body twitched off of
the bed.

“Christ, woman.
You’re gonna kill me.”

But he didn’t
tell her to stop. Instead, he settled back down, sucking deep breaths through
his lips, reminding her of a bull with a red flag in front of him.