Reynaud's Redemption, стр. 11

Cameron’s confusion deepened. He opened his mouth to ask another question, but the man silenced him with a finger to his lips.

“There will be time to speak tomorrow. Tonight, I want to make love to you.”

He slid from the bed and pulled Cameron to his feet. Cameron’s five foot six inches made him considerably shorter than his companion. He tilted his head back to keep eye contact. His face could have rested comfortably in the crook of the neck. If he wanted. As the thought entered his mind, he furrowed his brows.

“Your name isn’t really Mel,” Cameron said.

The man chuckled. “No, it is not, although I liked how you decided on that name. Now that you see me as I really am, do you still think that way?”

Cameron had thought the dog was such a pretty color, but he found that he liked the man’s skin hue much better. His tan coloring was beautifully exotic, especially in the moonlight washing the room. He swallowed to wet his suddenly dry mouth.

“Yes, I do.”

He smiled pleasantly at Cameron then leaned forward leaving a gentle kiss on Cameron’s forehead. His kisses moved down from Cameron’s temple to his cheek and along this throat. Erotic tremors traveled the length of Cameron’s spine. The feathery pecks made his knees wobbly and his cock throbbed with want. He grabbed hold of the man’s large biceps to hold him steady.

“What—? What do I call you if your name isn’t Mel?”

The man stood to his full height and smiled down at him. Cameron could almost see the lustful fire burning behind his eyes. No one had ever looked at him like that. It excited him immensely. A small smile touched the man’s lips, making him even more handsome. He gripped Cameron’s chin with his finger and thumb.

“My name is Reynaud Leduc.” He put a gentle kiss on Cameron’s mouth. “I cannot wait to hear it whispered from these sweet lips.”

Reynaud took his mouth again. He moved his hands over Cameron’s torso without hesitancy. Slipping his fingers along the band of Cameron’s pajamas, Reynaud pushed them until they fell to the floor. Cameron stepped out of them, not waiting to be asked. Reynaud knelt before him. He kneaded Cameron’s buttocks then moved on to caress his thighs and calves. Exciting tingles spread throughout Cameron’s body as Reynaud touched him. Fingers pressed into each butt cheek. Reynaud brought his arms closer to his own body, forcing Cameron to walk forward. When Cameron’s crotch aligned with his face, Reynaud inhaled deeply, pushing against Cameron’s pubic area. An uncontrolled groan left Cameron’s lips. Heat rose on his face as he forced his lips together to silence any other cries.

“Mmm,” Reynaud said before dragging his face up Cameron’s body as he stood again. “Even without my former heightened senses, you smell incredible to me.”

Reynaud guided Cameron back to the bed with a firm hand on his chest. When he lay down, Reynaud slid beside him, pulling him into his embrace. Long moments passed as Reynaud just stared down at him. Cameron didn’t know what to think. Just as he drummed up the courage to ask a question, Reynaud spoke.

“Your hair is like the sun,” he mentioned, pushing a lock from his forehead. “The innocence that looks back at me through those golden-brown eyes of yours is very refreshing,” he added, sliding his hand down Cameron’s temple then cupping his cheek. “And this mouth…”

Reynaud kissed him abruptly, causing him to gasp.

“I was beginning to think I would never be free, then you came along. You are a beautiful man, Cameron. All of you pleases my sight.”

Cameron didn’t know what to say. He was aware that he wasn’t a bad-looking guy, but he had never seen the lust-filled fire in another man’s eyes when he spoke of his attributes before.

“I don’t know what to—”

Reynaud cut off his sentence with a kiss. “Let me stay with you,” he suggested when he released him. “You have shared your secrets with me. I know of your pain. The thought of no one touching you lovingly for all those years makes me sad deep within my spirit. If you will allow me, I will make you feel like no one has ever made you feel. I want you to be happy again.”

Wide-eyed, Cameron looked at him. Reynaud spoke bluntly and with such awe and caring in his voice. He glided his big hands over Cameron’s heated skin, exciting him and taking away all coherent thought.

“Will you let me, Cameron?” he urged.

Cameron didn’t know what to think. What had just happened was amazing beyond anything he had ever seen or thought. He so badly wanted what Reynaud offered. Cameron’s instincts told him that Reynaud spoke the truth and would not harm him. His mouth was dry. He had lost his ability to speak and he was sure his voice would not be there if he tried to talk again. Searching his brain for what to do, Cameron nodded frantically.

Reynaud smiled. Miraculously Cameron had enough conscious thought to roll to his side and rummage through the drawer on his nightstand where he retrieved a used bottle of lube. Reynaud took it and wasted no time moving toward the foot of the bed. He swallowed Cameron’s cock into his mouth, and a stuttered moan left Cameron’s lips.

“Oh, God. Reynaud,” he breathed.

It had been so long since a man had had his mouth on him. Reynaud was extraordinary. He swirled his tongue around the sensitive ridge of Cameron’s cockhead as his full lips gripped and sucked on it. Reynaud incorporated licking and sucking Cameron’s balls when he moved his hand over to do the stroking. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Cameron acknowledged Reynaud fumbling with the lube when his