Chapter 29 Cam
CAM
I can’t miss the tiny flicker of doubt that flashes in her eyes with my words, the reminder that this might not be forever the way we want it to be, and I can’t say I blame her after everything we’ve been through.
She could very well tell me tomorrow that this is all a huge mistake. That she got caught up in the moment and floated along on a tide of attraction that can’t wash away all the bad feelings and events of our pasts.
But I have to start living in the moment and planning a future where things do work out because if I stay grounded in the past, I’m never going to move out of it.
We’ll both stay trapped in the pain and grief.
I slide my hands around her, hugging her as tightly to me as I can. “I will never walk away from you unless you ask me to, Ivy. I’m not going anywhere.”
Another tear slowly trails down her cheek, and I kiss it away, fighting against my own. Because if I don’t, the floodgates will open and I won’t be able to stop the tsunami of emotions I’ve been holding in for so long.
Goosebumps break out over her skin as I skim my fingertips along her back to unhook her bra. She leans into my touch, shivering as I drag it down her arms and let it fall to the floor.
I walk her back the final two steps until her legs bump the bed. Capturing her face in my palms, I kiss her deeply as I slowly lower her back onto it. She groans, her tongue sweeping along mine, her body shifting restlessly.
Pulling away, I feather my lips over her cheek. “Is it too uncomfortable for you on your back right now?”
She shakes her head. “I’m okay for a little while.”
I lift my head and smirk at her. “When have you ever known me to only take a little while?”
Her laughter fills the room, the sound flooding my heart and soul with so much joy that it fully brings me back into the moment. All those hints of uncertainty I saw in her gaze are completely gone now, washed away by my promise.
The longer I stare into her eyes, the more I kiss her lips, the further I slide my hands down to the waistband of her pants, the more my cock throbs to be inside her, to feel her pussy clenching and rippling as she comes.
I tug on the stretchy fabric, dragging it down and off her feet along with her panties, leaving her gloriously naked in front of me.
Sweet fucking hell…
She’s so beautiful that it makes my chest ache.
But not with the type of blistering agony I’ve felt for months.
It’s a warmth that spreads out from my heart and engulfs every inch of me.
A feeling only Ivy could ever bring.
I drift my hands across her collarbone, down the V between her breasts, across her smooth, round belly, and slowly dip my fingers between her thighs.
She arches into the touch, her cunt already slick with need.
Her hands curl into the sheets, clasping them beneath her as she shifts restlessly.
I push up to my feet and lean over her, pressing my lips to hers. “I am going to devour you, Ivy. And then when I’m done, I’m going to make love to you.”
Her breath hitches.
Her eyes meet mine, clouded and full of desire.
And for the first time since we’ve been together, there’s absolutely no reservation there.
There’s nothing being held back.
There’s no anger.
It doesn’t mean it won’t return, that there won’t be times she hates me because of the past or some other mistake I’ll make in the future, but right now, she doesn’t.
I have her here fully present, fully with me, and I will not lose out on it.
Pushing my fingers into her, I curl them into that soft, fleshy spot that makes her squirm and capture her gasp, swallowing it greedily as I do everything that is Ivy.
Because there is no getting enough of her, enough of this.
Her pussy contracts, and I growl my approval as I slowly sink to my knees at the edge of the bed and tug her legs over my shoulders, giving me better access to her.
Christ…I could keep my face buried between this woman’s legs forever and die a very happy man.
Never needing anything else.
Never wanting anything else but her.
Ivy clutches the comforter tightly, and I glide my tongue across her damp flesh.
Her taste coats it and slides down my throat.
My rumbled groan of appreciation makes her hips buck, and I slowly repeat the move, exploring her, delving deep inside and alternating it with quick flicks of the tip of my tongue across her clit that have her bowing up off the mattress.
I place my free hand gently across her stomach to keep her down, to hold her in place as I thrust my finger into her in a languid rhythm I mirror with my attention on the apex of her thighs.
Taking my time.
Slowly building her up toward her release.
There’s nothing rushed about tonight.
There won’t be anything rushed again between us unless we want it to be because things have finally started to settle into place.
It may not be how we imagined the future would look when we met for the first time—or should I say when she thought we met for the first time—on that dark and stormy night when her world had fallen so completely apart.
But it’s the future we have, the one we have to accept and live with or we’ll be swallowed whole by the black hole of pain we’ve been stuck in due to the past.
Her hips start to roll as I suck her clit between my lips and pulse in time with my finger. She whimpers, her hands clinging to the comforter even tighter. Every muscle of her body trembles and tenses, and then she’s coming on a silent cry.
Her breath hitching.
Her body convulsing.
Her pussy grinding against my face, thighs clamping around my head and twisting slightly.
And I drink her all down every last drop, dragging my tongue over her and probing in so I don’t waste even a single taste.
When she finally sags down onto the bed, I slide up and lean over her again to see her darkened cheeks that I imagine are a brilliant shade of pink or maybe even red at this point.
A grin pulls in my mouth. “Fucking beautiful…”
The words come out on a low growl, and I press my hard cock, still encased in my jeans, against her slick core.
She groans, her head lolling back and her hips moving against my length.
Her eyes flutter open and she looks up at me, the tiniest grin playing at her lips. “I have to get off my back.”
I nod and slowly slide my hands under her to help her sit up.
She braces herself up on the edge of the bed, and I step back and reach for the zipper of my jeans. Her eyes never leave me the entire time as I lower it, then slide the denim down, and pull them off, tossing them with the rest of our clothes.
Her bottom lip disappears under her teeth as her eyes zero in on my cock in a way that makes pre-cum leak from the head of it.
“If you keep looking at me like that, Ivy, I won’t last very long.”
Her gaze flicks up to meet mine and she releases her lip, grinning.
I kneel in front of her, gripping her chin in my fingers.
“I’ve told you before how often I fantasized about you taking my cock between these lips.
” My thumb glides across the bottom one that still bears the imprint of her teeth.
“And coming down your throat.” I glide my hand down there and hold her.
She swallows against it, the motion enough to make my dick jump thinking about feeling that motion along it.
“But not right now. Later. After I’ve made you come at least two more times. ”
She issues a little whimper at my promise and lets me tug her up from the bed and into my arms. I kiss her as I walk her backward until her shoulders hit the wall behind her near the windows.
“Turn around and put your hands flat against that wall.”
Her eyes flare, but she nods and turns, placing her palms as I instructed and looking at me over her left shoulder.
Thick, dark hair spills down her back, and I trail my fingers through it as I drop to my knees behind her and drag my mouth across her lower back and her ass.
I kiss every inch of her I can reach until her body quivers again, and I slide my hand up between her legs, finding her slick both with her release and her continued arousal. “You’re ready for me?”
She nods, her hooded gaze burning with the same desire coursing through my veins, and I push up and grasp her hips, tugging them back until she’s bent forward enough to give me perfect access to her.
With her ass in the air like this, offering herself to me, it might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. And I commit it to memory so I can paint this exact moment in time forever.
I slide my right hand around her stomach to help hold her steady and support her and use my left to guide my cock to her slick core. She groans as I drag it through her wetness, coating myself completely, and I push in on one torturously slow thrust.
Bloody hell…
Her tight cunt grips me, and her eyes roll back in her head, her mouth falling open in a silent gasp as I’m seated fully inside her.
“Fuck…” My groan tumbles from my lips against her ear, and she releases a heavy breath as if she’s been holding it. “You good?”
She nods, arching back and clamping down on me in a way that makes my balls draw up tight and threaten to unload.
Jesus…
This woman…
I drag my hips back and plunge into her again, setting a pace that will build her up slowly just like before, proving to her that we don’t have to rush anything anymore. She takes each thrust, clenching around me on every withdrawal, her hips moving in time with mine.
We roll seamlessly together, like the waves crashing along the shore.
Pressing my chest to her back, I kiss her cheek, the corner of her lips, everything I can get my mouth on. “God, you take my cock so beautifully, Ivy.”
She mewls and clamps around my length so hard I have to grit my teeth to keep from coming on the spot.
“Fuck, woman.”
I draw my hips back and slam into her again a little harder this time.
A gasp falls from her parted lips, and she nods. “Yes, like that.”
Increasing the tempo, her body moves back to meet mine, demanding more, seeking the same thing I am—for her to come unraveled.
I slide my left hand down to grasp her thigh and lift her leg up and back, changing the angle slightly and allowing me to get even deeper. And the sound that comes from her is unlike anything I’ve ever heard before.
Raw.
Feral.
And I can’t hold back anymore.
I plunge into her relentlessly, carefully keeping one hand supporting her, as hers seek purchase against the wall.
“Anything you want.” Thrust. “Anytime.” Thrust. “Anywhere, Ivy.” Thrust. “Forever.” Thrust. “You know that, don’t you?”
She nods, unable to respond verbally as I continue to drive into her.
The sound of her frantic whimpers, our bodies coming together, and my own panting breaths fill the room, and I can’t take it anymore.
I slide my right hand from her belly down to find her clit and twist it in my fingers.
Ivy comes on a sharp cry that echoes in my ears as her clasping cunt finally draws out my release.
The one I’ve been holding back for months that contains all my love, all my pain, all my guilt and regret.
It leaves me on a roar as I come deep inside her with uneven thrusts.
I clutch her tightly, keeping her upright even though my own legs tremble beneath me, and when we both come down, I allow her foot to slide back down to the floor and tug her back all the way, pressing her into my chest.
Her head lolls back against my shoulder, and I ghost a kiss across her temple.
We stand like this for what feels like forever.
Both of us pant, trying to catch our breaths.
Her heart thunders under my palm centered over it as mine does against her back.
I nuzzle her ear. “I’m going to take you into the shower now, and you’re going to come again. And then I’m going to fall asleep with you wrapped in my arms, and I’m not leaving tonight.”
Half-lidded, lust-soaked eyes meet mine. “No, you aren’t.”