The Bacelor: Make A Sex Deal

But like the others, this one was just as romantic.

A fireplace had been built into one of the walls and was roaring with flames. The curtains had been drawn, and through them, the sun was casting its warm glow across the whole space. The decor was black and charcoal, wood and stone-all rich in texture.

A room that was as sexy as the way he was looking at me.Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

He backed up a few paces and nodded toward the spot next to me. “Open it.”

I didn’t even realize what he was talking about until I looked at my side and saw the rectangular-shaped box that was secured with a black ribbon and bow.

I glanced between him and the present. “You got me something?”

“I got us something.”

I pulled the ribbon, sliding it off, and lifted the top of the box, moving the tissue paper aside to pull out the slinky, silky sexiness.

“Camden,” I breathed as I held the lingerie in the air, “this is gorgeous.”

The nightie was a dark emerald green, outlined in black lace, with spaghetti straps. Cups that would fit my breasts and a shape that would hang over my body just loose enough that I could move freely, but tight enough that it would show my body, especially since it would land far above my knees.

“I want you wearing that when I come back.” He reached for the bag of sex toys that he must have placed in here before dinner. “I’m going to go wash these.”

As he walked into his en suite with the bag in his hand, I quickly stripped off my clothes, starting with my shirt and jeans and then my bra and panties. I took the nightie from where I’d placed it on top of the box and slipped it over my head, the soft material tickling my skin as it lowered down my arms and chest, my stomach and thighs.

There was a mirror on the wall next to Camden’s bed. A placement that I found a little strange. I was sure it was there for a reason other than checking out his outfits in the morning. I walked over to it, and as I took in my reflection, I adjusted my breasts and straightened the bottom hem of the dress.

Emerald was a color I never wore. I leaned more toward blue since it matched my eyes.

I was surprised at how much I liked it. That he’d been able to choose my size and a style that would fit my body type without asking his sister for those specifics.

“Fuck me,” I heard from behind me, the sound like a growl.

Just as I looked over my shoulder, he was there. Inches away. He reached for me, wrapping his arms around my stomach, and his face went into my neck, breathing me in.

His hard-on bulged against me while he was shirtless, wearing just his jeans.

My body lit up, tingly and aching to be touched.

“You look incredible,” he exhaled into my skin. “Like a fucking dream.”

I reached up, holding his neck, my eyes briefly closing as his lips traveled to my ear. “Why green?”

I couldn’t stop my curiosity even though I more than approved of his decision.

“I wanted to see what my favorite color would look like on you.”

I smiled. “And?”

He took my free hand and held it against his erection. “Does that answer your question?”

I laughed. “According to you, you’ve been hard since we finished eating.”

“Then, let me tell you.” As he glanced up from my neck, his body still bent down, he kept his mouth close to my cheek while we both gazed at my reflection in the mirror. “Oaklyn, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Your mind. Your face. Your body. Just look at yourself. Look at what I get to touch.” He slowly ran his hands down my sides and over my hips. “And kiss.” He rounded my butt and went to my thighs and gradually rose to my chest. “And love.” His hand flattened on my stomach, his lips aligned with my ear. “You’re fucking perfect. Every inch of you. And every single one of those inches is mine.” His hand lowered, this time to that spot, the one he’d avoided since I’d been standing here, and he pressed his palm against it.

The sensation caused me to moan, “Camden.” I inhaled sharply, my back arching into him. “Yesss.”

“Is that all it takes?” He pushed harder. “A little pressure, and you’re going to come for me?”

“I could.”

“But you won’t. Not yet. We have so much playing to do.” He was guiding my chin down so my face was pointed at the mirror again-something I hadn’t even realized I’d stopped looking at. “I want you to watch yourself.”

His hand moved behind him, and when it returned, he was holding the hot-pink wand. The size wasn’t as intimidating as some of the others at the shop. The color was inviting. And because his hands were so big, it looked tiny in his grip.

“This is going to feel so fucking good,” he whispered in my ear. “I’m going to put it on your clit.” It was just a few seconds of warning before the rubber was on me, sliding in between my lips, gliding up and down. “I can feel how wet you are.”

My breaths were coming out heavier, my eyes closing.

“Watch yourself, Oaklyn,” he repeated. “I want your eyes on your cunt. I don’t want them to leave-do you hear me? I want you to see everything I do to you.”

My eyelids flicked open, and I moaned, “This feels … I don’t even think I have words.”

“Wait until I turn it on.”

That statement served as another warning. I didn’t even have time to fill my lungs when the vibration shot through me. My fingers gripped his hair, holding on for dear life as the intensity took over my body.

“Oh my God,” I cried. “What”-I gasped-“is this?”

“The fastest orgasm of your entire life.” He gave my earlobe a bite and licked it to soothe the sting. “I want you to see how beautiful you look when you come.”

Because of the placement of the vibrator, my nightie was as high as my belly button, revealing the way my legs were spread and the V between them, the way he had positioned the wand against me.

I didn’t know what was happening.

My body was barely holding itself up, and without the help of his arm that was wrapped around the center of me and the rock-hard muscles behind me, I wouldn’t have been standing.

There was just too much going on inside my body.

The bursts were starting, building.