Chapter 33
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
cameron
“YOU HAVE TO BE quiet, Sunshine.” I stared down at Natalie, who was panting, sprawled out across her bedsheets, looking dewy and gorgeous. A goddamn goddess. “Can you do that?”
She bit her bottom lip, nodding. Her eyes were focused on my hands and the way I was rolling the condom over my cock, which was aching, pulsing for her.
Once it was in place, I slid my palms onto her thighs, spreading them further apart. Natalie glistened for me, her arousal apparent even from here, and my cock throbbed harder.
But I also felt my want in so many other places tonight than just there. My entire body pulsed with a desire like I’d never known.
Placing a knee on the end of the bed, I hovered over Natalie, watching her chest rise and fall in anticipation, appreciating the way her breasts rocked and her nipples peaked. The pretty flush that I always saw on her face covered her entire body, evidence of the way she wanted me.
It almost wasn’t fair that she existed, nearly unbelievable that there was someone out there like her, someone I was so attracted and attached to that it almost hurt to look at her. Because what happened if I ever lost her?
Losing people was something I couldn’t help but think about, all the time, but the idea of losing Natalie? Simply unthinkable, unbearable.
I couldn’t lose her.
I couldn’t lose this.
But tonight wasn’t about what I needed; it was about what she needed.
I lowered my voice to a barely audible pitch, one only meant for her.
“Put a pillow under your lower back.” Natalie gave me a funny look but obeyed.
My lips twitched. I fucking loved showing her ways to heighten her pleasure in the bedroom, but I had to try hard not to think about whether she would take those things and use them with someone else. Because fuck that.
I swallowed hard, forcing those thoughts away and focusing on Natalie.
Right now, she was mine. She was about to come around my cock while being held in my arms, and it was going to be so fucking good because everything with this woman was.
It didn’t matter what would happen in the future or had happened in the past. Nothing mattered right now but this moment.
Sliding a finger between her legs, I studied how Natalie’s eyes expanded—relief twisting with need, that feeling of getting what you’d been waiting for.
I dove further into her wet pussy, dipping my finger deeper until I was inside her, where I goddamn belonged.
Natalie gasped, and it was loud—too loud.
“Natalie,” I reprimanded, harsh in the way I knew she liked.
“I’m sorry,” she panted, squirming against my touch, seeking more of it. “I can’t help it. It’s so—”
“You can,” I insisted, thrusting again and enjoying the way her body bowed off the bed. “And you will.”
Natalie pressed her lips together, desperately attempting to cut off any sounds, but her whimper still slipped through when I added a second finger.
“Baby, do you want to be fucked or not? Because if you’re this loud with just my fingers, how will you handle my cock?”
Natalie’s eyes widened, realizing I might be serious.
I wasn’t serious. I’d find a way to fuck her, to keep her quiet.
“Yes,” she pleaded, canting her hips into the air as I withdrew my fingers. “Please, Cam. I can handle it.”
She could handle anything. My beautiful, brilliant girl.
“So pretty when you beg,” I said, my voice muffled by a trembling in it I couldn’t conceal. How had I become so lucky that I got to have her like this? “But you don’t have to. Not with me. Never with me.”
The irony of our dynamic was that she could say jump, and I’d say how high. She had me wrapped around her pretty little finger, and I wasn’t sure she even realized it.
“I know,” she breathed, comfort visibly coating her features when I dropped onto the bed, leaning over her. “But I can’t wait.”
“Stop telling me things you can’t do,” I warned. “When I know you can do fucking anything.”
For some reason, that made tears sparkle in her eyes, and I shook my head, dropping to brush a kiss over her lips. I didn’t want her to cry. I just wanted her to know that she was so goddamn breathtaking and incredible. She had no idea just how incredible she was.
She sighed my name against my lips, and I deepened the kiss.
“Oh, God.” A desperate moan slipped out of me as her tongue tangled with mine. Fuck, it was dangerous kissing her tonight. It felt like there was too much on the line. Too much at risk.
Natalie circled her arms around my neck, pulling me closer until there wasn’t any space between us—none at all.
Her chest pressed against mine, and I could feel the rapid pace of her heart, thumping, burrowing into me.
Heat trickled down my spine, so intense and urgent that I didn’t know what to do besides pull back just enough so I could drag my cock through her soaked cunt, aligning us just right.
“Yes,” Natalie panted, a quiet plea into the night.
“That’s it, baby,” I encouraged between harsh breaths. “Stay quiet for me. Just like that while I fuck you.”
“Mhm,” she hummed, wiggling beneath me.
I used a hand to stay her movements, fingertips pressing into her hip bone. Every little jerk of her body threatened to send me into overdrive too soon.
I took my time teasing her with the tip of my dick, letting it drag against her clit, wanting to see if she could follow through with her promise. But Natalie moaned, loudly, throwing her head back and squeezing her eyes shut in a moment of pleasure.
God, how I loved giving her that. I loved seeing the way she responded to me, how her body molded and moved when I directed it. I loved how much she matched me, our dynamics perfectly in sync.
But as much as I loved all of that, I didn’t love that she wasn’t listening to me.
“Natalie. Why aren’t you doing what I asked?” I growled, stilling.
She didn’t like that, her body arching beneath mine, attempting to get more from me.
“I—” She stopped herself before she said that she couldn’t help it, knowing better. “Cameron, I—”
“Do you need help?”
Natalie nodded without hesitation, and I slipped my hand over her mouth, pressing down just enough to smother her cries. Then I rocked my hips, letting the head of my cock graze her clit again, making us both moan—Natalie into the palm of my hand and me into the press of my lips.
Her eyes flickered shut momentarily, and when she opened them again, they flared, glistening with renewed sparks.
Oh, she liked that. She liked handing even more control to me, maybe even needed it. My girl didn’t have to do anything. I would do it all, everything. She just had to lie there and take it—every single ounce of pleasure I planned to deliver.
“Yeah?” I checked, rocking against her again, giving her another small taste of my cock. Natalie’s cries were louder that time, but they echoed in her mouth, unable to escape. When they tapered off, I lifted my palm, letting her answer.
“Yes,” she agreed, enthused, her eyes alight with wonder. “But Cameron, I—”
She broke off when I shifted, not on purpose this time, but Natalie and I both felt the repercussions of it, our bodies simultaneously tightening with the simple brushes of contact. And she must have thought it was intentional because she whined, “Don’t tease me tonight. I need—I want—”
“I’ll give you exactly what you fucking want,” I cut in and covered her mouth with my palm again before readjusting and thrusting my tip inside her. “Because I know, baby.”
God, being inside her. There was absolutely nothing better, and I knew Natalie agreed. She gasped—I didn’t so much hear it, but I felt it. My hand suctioned to her mouth. Her eyes widened, almost like she’d forgotten how good we were together, how big I felt inside her.
“More, Sunshine?” I checked, holding my breath in anticipation, throbbing in need until Natalie nodded. “That’s my girl.”
I sank in further, swallowing my own groan when Natalie’s walls fluttered around me. Her eyes rolled before finding mine, a visual check-in. Her body shook, pulsing, ready to break.
But not fucking yet.
“You can’t come until you take all of me,” I said, keeping my voice low, a strained command. “And you will take all of me, Natalie. Understood?”
Her eyes glittered because we both knew she could handle it, that she wanted it. I lifted my palm from her mouth, just long enough for her to say, “Yes,” before I clamped my hand back down and thrust all the way inside her.
Natalie’s muffled cries and tight heat were almost enough to put me over the edge. Oh, hell. Her gaze shone, staring up at me, staring through me. I felt her everywhere, wrapping around my bones and sinking beneath my skin.
“Good fucking girl.” I released a muted groan. “You’re such a good girl for me.”
Natalie nodded and wiggled her hips, like she wanted to keep being my good girl.
So eager, so beautiful, so perfect. Unable to help myself, I lowered my mouth to her neck, kissing a path up it, needing to feel her speeding pulse beneath my lips.
It raced, impatient and wild, and I soaked it in, loving every fucking second.
When my lips found her ear, I tugged on her earlobe with my teeth, feeling the inward tug of her breath against my palm.
“You wanted to be fucked,” I said, a rough whisper against the shell of her ear. “So I’m going to fuck you good now. Are you ready?”
She whimpered. I felt the vibrations of it, followed by the trembling of her body, and the tilting of her hips. Finally, a nod.
“Good. If you want me to stop for any reason, bite my hand.”
She nodded again, and then I nodded.
“Practice that for me, baby.”
Natalie’s teeth scraped my palm. She couldn’t get enough skin between her teeth to do any damage, but I felt the bite, no mistaking it, and that was what we needed.
I centered myself over her again, giving a tilted smile. “Good job, Sunshine.”