Chapter 29 #3
But he didn’t do that. Not yet. Instead, he pulled away from the wall, remaining inside me as he walked us to the bed in a few quick strides. And then he lowered me to the mattress and didn’t waste a second before driving home again.
I made sounds this time. I couldn’t help it.
His name flew from my lips, and Cameron dropped his head in a despaired moan, like the pleasure was almost more than he could handle. When he lifted his gaze again, it dragged over me, and then his face twisted with irritation?
I understood a second later when he started yanking at my dress, tugging it up and over my head, discarding it on the floor.
Thank goodness we were taking our clothes off.
Cameron leaned forward to reach around my back, sliding his hands along the band of my bra to unclasp it, and I fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, needing it off, all while grinding my hips upward, unable to stop chasing the sensation of his cock as it hit deep inside me, stretching me to my very limit.
Pushing Cameron to that limit, too. Or some kind of limit. The look on his face was feral as he stared down at me.
“Can’t get enough of my cock, Natalie?” His husky laugh was heavy with want and tangled in amusement. “Jesus Christ, you were fucking made for me, weren’t you?”
I didn’t have anything to say to that, knowing fully that he was telling the truth. It did feel that way, like we fit together perfectly, in a way that seemed to be too divine to be a coincidence. It was never this good, this quickly. Never.
Cameron helped me discard his shirt while I lifted off the bed to assist him in ridding me of my bra, both our movements frantic.
At some point before getting on the bed, he must have dropped his pants to the ground, because after throwing his shirt to the floor, I dragged my fingers down his back, and my hands reached his bare ass.
It clenched beneath my touch as he delivered another thrust of his hips.
I choked on air, throwing my head back and my arms above it, luxuriating in the feel of being fucked so deliciously, with Cameron’s lips trailing down my neck, nipping at my collarbone, his hands kneading my breasts, fingers plucking at my nipples, all while he moved inside me, repeatedly, perfectly, undeniably good. No, great.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, lifting his head to flash me a cocked smile. “Just lie back like that and let me fuck you good, baby. It’s exactly what you deserve.”
“Mmm,” I hummed, arching my back as he hit me just right.
Cameron’s lips curved as he watched, his eyes tracking over me.
Feeling safe under his gaze, I closed my eyes, memorizing the feel of him, moving in and out. Stretching, pulling, obliterating everything I’d known.
“Look at me, Mama.” Cameron’s voice was both tender and insistent, and I flicked my gaze back to him, unable not to comply. Satisfaction leaked into his even gentler response of “Good girl.”
His thrusts picked up, and a whimper crawled from my throat.
“I see you, Natalie,” he assured, still speaking in that steely soft tone, and I sucked in, realizing what he was doing, what he was saying.
Healing parts of me that Korey had destroyed.
“I’m right here with you, and I don’t want to be anywhere else.
Not when you are the best fucking thing I’ve ever felt. ”
My heart, which I’d been keeping as far away from this as possible, tripped over itself, pounding in a beat that wasn’t at all steady.
Tears pricked the back of my eyelids, and I held my breath, trying to keep it together as I looked for words to respond.
My mouth opened. Closed. I should acknowledge him, this, but the vulnerability was almost too much, and I shied away from it at the last second.
“Even with the condom on?” I teased through panting breaths. Cameron shook his head like he knew what I was doing, but I didn’t let him cut in before I added, “Korey used to hate—”
“Natalie,” Cameron interrupted, grit in his voice as he reached down to give my clit a little slap while simultaneously smacking his hips against mine so hard I saw stars. “What the fuck did I say about that man’s name coming out of your mouth while I’m inside you?”
I made a mewling sound, because that was all I was capable of in a moment when pleasure was spreading through every inch of me.
“What did I say, baby?” Cameron repeated, his voice softer, more lethal as he delivered another punishing thrust.
“Not to—” The rest of my sentence got swallowed up by a moan as Cameron softened his touch, playing with my clit now.
“Not to what?”
“Say his name,” I gasped.
“When?”
“While you’re inside me.”
He raised a taunting brow. “Who’s inside you, Sunshine?”
“You. Are,” I panted.
“I sure fucking am,” Cameron grunted. “And it is the best goddamn thing I’ve ever felt,” he repeated. “Condom or no. Understood?”
I nodded, and Cameron leaned down, bracing himself on the mattress, arms on either side of my shoulders.
His pace and movements morphed into something more sensual, lips grazing mine to assure me that beyond anything else, he cared.
About me. Which made my stomach tighten with a lot more than just the overwhelming bliss and heat and tension.
“So good, Natalie.” His rough, broken whispers hit my lips like little kisses. “I just need you to know that you’re so good.”
For the second time in less than a few minutes, I found myself blinking back tears.
What was happening? I hadn’t expected this, hadn’t expected any of it.
I wasn’t used to sex being fun. I wasn’t used to sex being emotional.
I wasn’t used to feeling any way during sex except used and barely satiated, and Cameron was destroying those ideas, all at once. And I had no idea how to handle it.
“So good,” I whispered back because all I could do was repeat Cameron’s words, which were true. I might not understand the feelings swirling in my chest, but I also knew that all of it was truly so good.
My walls began to tighten, fluttering around his cock with every drive inside me, the rhythm and the pace pushing me to an edge that was both familiar and foreign.
The intense, constricting sensation in my core felt so much deeper than I’d ever experienced before, and I grabbed Cameron’s shoulders in preparation, feeling like I needed something to hang onto.
I couldn’t simply stay still any longer, and when I started rocking up to meet him, Cameron encouraged it, a pleased expression overtaking his features.
He’d wanted me to hold out until I couldn’t anymore and then take everything, and that was exactly what I was doing.
“Cameron.” I was begging at this point. I needed more from him. I needed everything from him.
And he gave it to me with a growl, slapping his hips against mine—again and again and again until I was panting for air, not even caring if I didn’t get it. I’d happily go without the ability to breathe if it just meant reaching the high that I was so close to finding.
“Let go,” Cameron demanded through clenched teeth. “And let me fucking hear you,” he added, giving one final push of his cock.
And that was what did it.
It wasn’t that I needed his permission, but I wanted it. I wanted him to want it, I wanted to hear that this was another thing that he cared about—experiencing my pleasure.
To say Cameron cared was likely an understatement.
When I screamed along with my climax, a shaking, crying mess, tears finally releasing and streaming down my face, Cameron didn’t take his eyes off me.
I could barely see anything, my vision blurring, but I saw him.
Saw the way his gaze worshiped me, saw how his jaw clenched, and pupils dilated, and bottom lip slid through his teeth.
I heard the way he groaned loudly, enthusiastically, and then let himself go a few seconds afterward.
He tipped his head back, almost like watching me was too much to bear, and he slowed his thrusts, working us both through our orgasms until we were overstimulated, twitching, unable to take any more.
Cameron slid out of me with a regretful look on his face, but then a promise came out of his mouth, almost as though reassuring himself, or maybe both of us, that this wasn’t the end. That this was just an intermission.
“That’s nowhere near the last time we’re doing that tonight,” he murmured and then dropped to press a kiss to my forehead and then to my right cheek, wiping away the tears that had fallen on them.
For some odd reason, it felt like the most intimate thing we’d done all night.
“Do we need to talk about these?” he asked, moving to the left cheek to do the same.
I shook my head. Perhaps I should feel embarrassed that I’d cried the first time he fucked me, but surprisingly, I didn’t. Cameron spoke in such a matter-of-fact tone, one that harbored no judgment.
“It was…a lot,” I said. “In a good way.”
He smoothed my hair away from my face and the stickiness on my forehead.
Again, maybe there should be embarrassment, but no.
“As long as it’s in a good way.”
I didn’t know how to tell him that it was in the very best way.
Actually, it was in a way that I wasn’t sure I’d ever recover from. A way that felt much too big and overwhelming, considering what we’d agreed upon.
So I just nodded.
“In a very good way.” I swallowed hard, my mind spinning. “I just…”
“What?” Cameron breathed when I paused.
“Is it…always that good?” I found myself asking, unable not to. “Have I really—”
I bit down on my lip, unable to get myself to finish the thought, but I suspected he understood.
Even when I’d considered things to be good with Korey and me, it wasn’t like that. Nowhere even close. Had I really spent a decade misunderstanding what I could expect out of sex?
The pull of Cameron’s lips was unreadable.
“No, Sunshine.” He continued to smooth my hair, like he didn’t know how to stop. “It’s not always that good.”
Somehow, I had a feeling that was what he was going to say.