Chapter Nineteen #2
“Fuck, do you have any idea how incredible you are? I’m so goddamn obsessed with you.
” His words ignite the inferno still simmering inside me.
I find his mouth, slamming our lips together, my taste exploding on my tongue.
It only fans the flames. Camden grips my hips tightly, running his strong palms up and down my waist and ribs.
Wanting him inside me, I lift my hips. Camden is right there, gripping his cock and angling it at my center, the thick mushroom head notching at my core.
I slam down, taking his thick, girthy length in one swift motion.
We moan in unison as I break our kiss, sitting up and rocking on him hard, grinding my greedy clit against his pelvis, chasing another orgasm that I won’t deny myself.
His hands are everywhere, roaming over my thighs, my hips, my breasts, taking his time to play with the piercings. My head falls to the side, my eyes fluttering closed as I fuck him, hard, fast, dirty.
“Vixen, I’ve never felt something like this before.
You’re perfect. You were made for me.” Words escape me, completely consumed by the heat of the moment and electricity burning between us, all-consuming, life-changing.
I can feel the heat of his stare as I ride him, refusing to look down, knowing if I do, it’ll break something deep and sacred inside me, crumbling the last of my walls.
Camden brings his strong, steady hands to my face and pulls my chin down, forcing me to meet his eyes. And just like I knew it would, my heart starts to pump, wild and steady as I melt into him.
“Slow down, baby.”
“I need it harder, Camden, please,” I demand while he holds me still on top of him.
“No, vixen, you don’t. Trust me. You want it hard so you can focus on the physical feeling, the rough, primal pain and pleasure.
You’re hiding from the emotion. You’re not gonna do that with me.
Not anymore. Tonight, I’m going to make love to you, give you a new memory, something good.
” I freeze my desperate fight to ride him hard, pausing, looking down at his face, his eyes dark with longing and desire.
His words wrap around me like a cocoon, strong and inviting, and I can’t explain why, or how, but my walls topple down around us, and I nod in consent, handing over control to the man I’ve spent the last ten years hating, the man who’s made me feel more alive and whole that I’ve ever felt before.
Camden flips us, lying me gently on my back, keeping us connected, his body filling mine, stretching me to my max. It feels so damn good. Our breathing slows down from heavy pants to something softer, steadier, more intense. I can’t believe I’m not dreaming.
Camden braces himself over me with one arm, slowly running his other hand over the curve of my waist, reaching my ribs and then my chest, until his fingers are threading through my hair, angling my head exactly where he wants me.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.
In here,” he whispers as he taps my head, then my heart.
“And here.” My heart splits open, a small fracture splitting at the center.
Deep-brown eyes look down at me, and I can feel the words that haven’t passed his lips.
Camden is in love with me. He looks down at my languid, blissed-out body like he’s marveling at the most incredible vision he’s ever seen.
Camden leans down as he starts to slowly move inside me, his mouth capturing mine in a sensually slow kiss that I feel down to the marrow of my bones. His tongue caresses my own, tangling and pouring everything he feels into it.
The slow glide of his cock through my pussy is torturous in the most incredible way.
He slowly pulls out to his tip before sliding easily back in through my wet center, grinding me against his pelvis before repeating it over and over and over again.
All the while, his hands hold my face, his lips on mine.
When he pulls back, his eyes are stormy, heavily lidded, and full of desire and awe.
“I’m yours, Saige. I have been since the moment you stepped off that bike.
I feel like the world I knew no longer exists.
Everything before you feels like a fever dream; all there is now is you.
I’m a man who can’t afford distractions, but you?
You are the only thing that matters. I’d die before anything happened to you, but I want a long life to show you how you deserve to be loved and cherished. ”
“Camden . . .” His words chisel away at that fracture, my heart breaking open further for this man, forcing his way inside. He continues to pepper kisses all over my face, working his thick length inside me so slow, so expertly, building me higher and higher until my orgasm is right there.
“Baby . . .” he says on a plea. “I can feel your walls fluttering around me. Your pussy feels so good, slick, tight, and warm, hugging me like it was made just for me. I love being inside you, watching you shatter around me.”
“Oh, god, Camden.”
“Stop fighting it, baby. Just let go and feel, you’re safe with me,” he whispers against my lips just as the orgasm crashes into me.
This isn’t a tsunami that drowns me all at once; it’s a slow build, a pulse of urgency that leaves me gasping for air.
Tears spill from my eyes as Camden looks down at me, his face contorted in the same ecstasy I’m experiencing.
“Baby, I’m coming. You’re taking me with you.”
We grip each other tightly, our mouths coming together as Camden moves inside me, gently stoking the flames, pulling every ounce of pleasure from both of us.
His length throbs and jerks between my walls, ropes of cum spilling inside my body.
My tears continue to stream down my face as the last bit of my heart opens completely, Camden filling it with something I’ve never felt before.
This wasn’t just making love.
It was liberation.