Her moans and whimpers were damn musical to my ears, but there was one thing I hadn't heard yet. I hadn't heard her release, I wondered if she would scream or if she would be a moaner. I scissored my fingers inside of her as my teeth lightly scraped her clit, and then I started massaging it with my tongue. If she wanted to feel alive - well. I would do my damned best to give her that. A third finger slid inside of her, stretching her out as I twisted and flexed them inside of her. I pulled back, sucking harder as I did so.

“Come for me, Camille. Let go.” My voice was a low, throaty growl as I rocked my palm forward and ground it against her clit as I curled my fingers inside of her. The inside of her walls tighten around my fingers as she bucked her hips against me.

“Erik,” she cried out my name, her legs quivered against the pleasure. She panted and I could tell that it was building her orgasam was. I pumped my fingers in and out of her. “I want you to fuck me after this!” She cried out as she released, another small whimper left her as I withdrew my fingers from her. So - she wanted that? I could definitely oblige her now. I watched as she trembled from the aftershocks of her organ, and slowly moved over her, planting a hand on either side of her head as I grinned down at her.

“If you want it so much.” I shifted my hips until I felt her hot, wet folds against my tip. I leaned down and captured her mouth in another kiss, swallowing her noises as I drove my hips forward, impaling her in one swift motion. She bucked, hard, against me, crashing her hips upward into me as she cried out in pleasure into my mouth.

I ground my hips in a slow circle, scraping her insides as I relished feeling this heat - her heat. Then I pulled out at an achingly slow pace, and I felt her whimper against me as her hands latched onto my hips, nails digging in. I parted her lips with my tongue and slowly thrust it in, savoring her mouth as I started to push my hips back down and into her. Then I pulled my head away, a thin string of saliva connecting our mouths.

“But you don't want slow and tender, do you, Camille? I can give you that if you want - or I can take you hard and fast.” I gave her a low, languid smirk as I rolled my hips back, dragging my cock out of her again. I paused, just the head inside of her, and raised an eyebrow.

“Well, which shall it be?” I was teasing her and the hunger in her eyes told me what she wanted but I wanted to hear it from her. “I want you to fuck me fast and hard,” she replied wrapping her legs around my waist. I grinned again, the languid look shifting to hunger as I moved, gripping her hips. I dragged her up, and stood, her legs wrapped around me - and I started pounding her, driving my cock in and out of her at an almost brutal pace. I helped by lifting and dropping her on my shaft, slamming her back down each time, as my arms coiled around her waist to give me a better hold. If she wanted hard and fast - well, I would give it to her.

I finally reached my target - and pinned her against a wall, trapping her with the cool stone against her back and my chest against her breasts. Each thrust of my hips drove her against the cool wall, and I shifted my hold so one hand was cupping her ass, while the other forced its way between us. I ground my thumb around her clit, brushing against it as my hips drove in and out of her rapidly. Sweat dotted our brows as I fucked her, driving into her with a relentless hunger. It had been too damn long since I did this.