29. Talia
twenty-nine
Talia
After a quick shower, I braided my hair into a crown around my head and dressed in a clean pair of scrubs—with a little surprise underneath for Cam.
Aside from Zia Rose, nobody batted an eyelash when I came down in my work clothes and said I was going to work. She tried to talk to me, but I politely shut her down with a mumbled, “Not here,” which gives me extra time to figure out what I’m going to do.
Luckily, Mom was nowhere to be found. Not that it matters. There’s nothing left to say at this point. She made her stance clear, and how I feel doesn’t factor in. I’m not changing my mind about Cam, and neither is she.
For the first time in my life, I don’t have the desire to be the peacekeeper in the family. I’m tired of putting everyone else’s needs first to make them happy. This time, I’m putting myself first.
Tension I didn’t know I was holding in my shoulders floats away as I race down the street in the California heat, towards Cam and his matte-black Mercedes that idles at the curb, waiting for me like he did at my window. My legs move faster, closing the distance between us as quickly as possible.
When my mother threw him out of our house, I really thought that was it. That he was giving up and walking away. Confusion and pain like I’ve never felt slashed my heart into a million pieces.
But I was wrong.
Cam never left. He didn’t waste a single second letting me think we were done. He rushed out the door, only to climb up to my window and wait for me. In his own way, he gave me the assurance I didn’t know I needed. It turns out one of my love language is words of affirmation.
The driver’s side door opens at my approach, and Cam in all his six-five glory steps out of his fancy SUV, wearing a baseball cap low on his head. As usual, my man looks good in a simple pair of gray joggers and a black t-shirt.
Hell, he can make anything look good.
Instead of waiting at the passenger door, Cam turns his hat backwards and makes his way towards me. His face lights up, and the invisible string reeling me in tightens and my heart flips.
I rush to him and jump into his waiting arms. He carries me to the car while I cling to him like a monkey, holding him tight. Cam places me gently inside and kisses my cheek. I’m giddy and high as I watch him walk around the front of the car.
“Hey, baby.” Cam grins, sliding into his seat.
I can feel my cheeks heat as I grin back. “Hey.”
Cam leans across me, and I’m hit with the scent of his masculine citrus body wash that makes me dizzy with lust. I close my eyes and breathe him in. He smells like home and security … and sex.
The click of the seatbelt has my eyes snapping open.
He pushes a strand of my hair behind my ear. “There. All safe.”
“I could have done that myself, you know?” I sound out of breath and needy.
Get a hold of yourself, woman. I’m already turned on, and all Cam did was lean over and buckle me in.
“I know.” He shrugs, tugging on the strap at my chest. His fingers brush my neck, and my skin pebbles.
“My hero,” I tease.
Cam chuckles, and if didn’t know him as well as I do, I might have missed the color in his cheeks. He’s attempting to play off the sweet gesture, but it meant something to him. I sometimes forget that this relationship stuff is new to him too, and it’s okay for me to let him take care of me in his own way.
“Nah, just taking care of my woman.”
His woman. Two simple words with so much meaning. Two words I could hear for the rest of my life and be happy.
Without second-guessing, I grip his ears—knocking his hat off his head—and press his soft lips to mine, pouring every ounce of what I feel for him into my kiss. Love, appreciation, possession… As much as I’m his, he’s mine too.
Our tongues slide together in a perfect rhythm, slow and tender. Everything but us disappears as he consumes me. The low rumble in his throat reverberates through me, leaving me needy and wanting more.
“Take me home, big guy,” I say without hesitation.
Cam’s hazel eyes darken, and I can’t figure out what he’s thinking.
Embarrassed, I backtrack. “Sorry, I, uh, didn’t mean to … imply. You know…” I trip over my words.
He leans in, his face inches from mine, and whispers, “Imply away, baby. I like when you call my place home. If I have my way, it will be someday.”
Cam blows me away with his honesty and vulnerability as he claims my mouth in a hungry kiss that’s both ardent and demanding. His hands tell the same story. One is gentle, cupping my face, the other rough, gripping the back of my neck.
My thighs clench in anticipation as he takes control of our kiss, and I let him. I could kiss him all day and night, and it would never be enough. That’s how good it is. A hum rattles low in my throat as he nibbles my lower lip, and my fingers twine around the soft locks on his hair. Silky, warm arousal pools between my legs.
Cam breaks away with a frustrated groan like it’s killing him to stop kissing me .
Me too, big guy . I want him to put his lips on every inch of my body. I’m about to burst at the seams from pent-up frustration and desire.
He’s been a perfect—albeit filthy-mouthed—gentleman with me from the start. And that stops now. I need him in every way. If he doesn’t put me out of my misery and fuck me soon, I might combust.
“Cam, please,” I plead, needy and breathless.
“Talia.” I can feel the smile on his lips as he peppers kisses along my jaw and neck.
I’d roll my eyes at him if my pussy wasn’t screaming at me to unbuckle the seatbelt holding me back and climb into his lap to ride him like a horse.
“Take me home, or so help me God, I’m going to climb over the center console and—”
The threat dies on my lips as Cam’s large palm grips my upper thigh. His thumb drags dangerously close to where I need him. My hips lift, searching, begging for him to touch me.
“No, not here.” Cam falls back into his seat, releasing his tight hold on me.
I immediately miss his possessive touch. Soft, needy sounds escape me as I take a deep breath, doing my best to tamper down the inferno building inside me.
He grips the monster erection tenting the fabric of his sweatpants, and strokes it. My mouth waters. It’s been two weeks too long since I’ve had my lips wrapped around his thick cock, taking him deep into the back of my throat and driving him wild.
“Don’t look at my dick like that.” His voice is so thick and gritty; I swear I can feel it vibrating against my needy clit from here.
My eyes dart up to meet his heavy-lidded gaze. “Like what?” I ask with an innocent lilt.
“Like you want to suck my cock until I come down your throat.”
In an exaggerated move, one I never thought I’d make, I lick my lips and hum .
“Fuck,” Cam hisses. With a white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel, like he can’t chance touching me, he puts the car in drive and pulls away from the curb, the back wheels screeching.
I cross my legs to ease the ache between my thighs. An ache only Cam can cure with his mouth. His fingers. And, hopefully, his cock.
My skin tingles every time Cam glances over at me, his eyes burning with desire. My nipples harden under his scrutiny. I need a distraction, or I might do something dangerous.
Like suck his dick while he drives?
My pussy clenches air. I think my inner voice is hornier than I am.
I turn on the radio, and the seductive pop beat of Tyla’s Water fills the car. She croons about finding someone who can make her sweat and water. The lyrics infuse images of Cam working my body into a sweat-filled extravaganza of sex.
Cam clears his throat, glancing my way. The heat in his eyes scorches my skin.
Nope. We can’t listen to this. I switch the station to a rock channel. The DJ announces the next song, Kings of Leon’s Sex on Fire .
What the hell? Is the universe out to torture me?
The air grows thick to a stifling degree, and the lead singer croons about car head and public sex. My sex is definitely on fire. As if to remind me of Cam’s annoyingly sexy edging, my clit pulses.
I switch my crossed legs, unsuccessfully trying to take the edge off, and change the station. I almost groan in frustration when S&M by Rihanna blares through the speakers. Unable to stop my brain, I picture Cam in our own red room of pain, bending me over while he uses a whip to make good on his threats of punishment, spanking my ass raw.
Cam must be thinking the same thing as he picks up speed, heading toward the signs for the Pacific Coast Highway. I grip the passenger grab handle. A different time, and I’d tell him to slow down, but today I wish he would hurry.
He doesn’t wait for the song to end and leans forward, switching to another station. Marvin Gaye’s Sexual Healing comes on, and I give into the signs. We are so getting it on today. It’s been months of flirting, dating, and rounding some bases. I’m ready to go all the way home.
Leaning against the passenger door like I have no care in the world, I watch Cam, command his car and the road behind the wheel like an expert NASCAR driver. The car fits the man.
Strong. Sleek. Sexy. Powerful.
My insides are liquid as I continue ogling him.
My baseball god.
He is so much more than a sexy man with a deliciously ripped body. Cam’s thoughtful, sweet, and has the biggest heart. He’s a true family man, and the soft spot he has for his niece and nephew only makes him more endearing to me.
Cameron Miller is one of a kind. And mine.
Holding in a groan, I eat up the sight of his corded biceps and forearms. I can’t stop thinking about climbing him like a tree and having my way with him.
Why does he have to live so damn far?
I watch Cam press his lips into a firm line and keep his eyes on the road. He switches the station again, just as a cute pop song ends and Watermelon Sugar begins. He curses under his breath as I bite back my laugh. He’s as afflicted with thoughts of sex as I am.
His strewn Evaders hat catches my eye from the floorboard. From the corner of his eye, he watches me pick it up and place it on my head. Even with my braided hair, it’s too big, but the scent of his musky bergamot shampoo has me never wanting to take it off. I take a deep breath, letting his scent envelop me in a warm hug.
“You’re killing me,” Cam mumbles, his eyebrows pinched together.
“What?”
“You’re wearing my hat.” He points at my head .
“Oh, sorry.” My cheeks flush at being caught sniffing his hat. I reach up to take it off when he stops me.
“Don’t. Keep it on.” His eyes shift between me and the road. He clears his throat and grits out, “You look so fucking hot. I can’t wait to see you in nothing but my hat.”
My eyes close with a moan, picturing Cam on his back while I ride him, wearing his hat.
“Someday or today?” The question slips without thought.
“Please stop talking. I’m so fucking hard for you right now. I’m seconds away from pulling over and fucking you right here on the side of the highway.”
I squeeze my thighs together and hiss, “Yes.”
Based on the songs that have been playing, I’m pretty sure the universe thinks Cam should make good on his promise. As if to say “duh”, the next song starts and Camila Cabello sings about doing bad things.
Cam all but growls as he turns off the music.
“Not doing it,” he grunts through clenched teeth. He grips the steering wheel so hard I’m afraid he might rip it off.
I shift in my seat, facing forward. As much as I would love for him to lose control, I’d much rather it be somewhere more private. For now.
It takes far too long for us to arrive at Cam’s gorgeous beach house. By the time the garage door closes, I’m ready to come out of my skin. I unbuckle my seatbelt and reach for the handle.
“Stay put,” Cam orders. Not waiting for an answer, he’s out of the car and at my door, yanking it open in a flash. He grips my waist and lifts me out. His mouth is on mine before my arms and legs are around him. Without bothering to close the car door, he rushes us inside.
His tongue curls and massages mine in a frenzied kiss that’s wild and wet. We tug and pull at one another, fighting to get closer, the tension between us at an all-time high.
We’re a stick of dynamite ready to explode .
My back hits the hard wall as Cam devours my mouth. He squeezes the globes of my ass, and I hope the bruises his fingers leave behind never fade. I want him to leave his mark on me.
I break away, nipping and licking his neck. His skin pebbles, and I get a raspy “Fuck yes!” from him. He thrusts his hips into mine, and I’m about ten seconds away from coming. I hold back, fighting the heat gathering in my lower belly.
Cam sucks on my neck and earlobe, whispering, “Come for me, Talia.”
“No. Not without you,” I whine.
His hips still as he leans back to look me in the eye. Pupils blown, he stares at me with such intense heat I could burn to a crisp. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. I want you inside me. No, I need you inside me. Make me feel good. Please,” I beg. “I don’t want to wait anymore. I want you.”
“I want you too. More than you’ll ever know.”
I’m doubtful, but I don’t argue. Cam has always told me how he feels, without reservation or hesitation. So, I bask in knowing that he wants me too. Not some skinny supermodel who’s six feet tall. Just me—your average curvy nurse who spends more time working in a hospital than working out in a gym.
Based on the way Cam rushes to his bedroom with me in his arms, he likes me just as I am.
He places me on my feet at the foot of his gigantic bed. His hat on my head—that somehow made it through that insanely hot make-out session—shifts, blocking my view. He tugs the cap off and throws it behind him to the floor.
“Hey,” I pout. “I thought you wanted me to wear that.”
He snags my bottom lip between his thumb and forefinger. “Hush. There will be plenty of time for that later.”
Cam digs his hand into my hair and roots around. One by one, he pulls out the bobby pins that keep my braid in place and lets my raven locks fall free. He runs his fingers through my hair, and like a cat, I want to purr.
“Much better.” He kisses my cheek, my jaw, and my neck.
His fingers massage my scalp where the tight pins holding my hair were, before running them down my neck, over my shoulders, and waist. I hum, soaking up his affection.
My skin prickles with energy in anticipation as his fingers grip the bottom of my shirt. Cam lifts the fabric over my head, revealing my cheeky little surprise.
“What the fuck?” Cam stares down at me with wide eyes, his jaw hanging open. His throat bobs as he swallows, taking in the heart-shaped pasties covering my nipples.
The silence stretches, and my nerves get the better of me.
He doesn’t like them. Of course he doesn’t. I probably look like an idiot standing here with blue band-aids on my tits. When I realized I didn’t have sexy bras and underwear that match, I snuck into Sofia’s room and snatched these from her drawer. I thought it would be cute, but now?
“This was stupid. I’m sorry. I-I don’t have sexy lingerie or anything, so I thought… Never mind.”
I almost stumble with how quickly Cam wraps his arms around my body, holding me tight to him. With our height difference, my boobs press against his stomach, but somehow my body still fits into him like a matching puzzle piece.
“I don’t give a fuck about lingerie, Talia. I want you. Only you. Some scraps of lace won’t change that. Fuck, you could wear a trash bag, and I’d still want to bend you over and stuff you full of my cock until you scream my name.”
I melt at his words like a popsicle in the sun.
He gives me a quick, hard kiss. “Lingerie is a waste of money. I’m just going to rip the fucking material right off your body to get to you every time. ”
My confidence soars back to life as I place my hands on his firm chest and step back. “Then I’m pretty sure you’re going to like what I have on under these.”
“Better be nothing,” he growls under his breath.
My teeth indent my lip as I bite back a grin.
Of course it’s nothing.
I take off my shoes and toss my socks to the side before reaching for the drawstring on my pants. Taking my time, I untie the string, letting the starchy fabric fall into a pool at my feet.
“That’s my girl.” Cam’s hungry eyes eat up every inch of my exposed skin. He kicks off his shoes before closing the distance between us. Cupping my breasts, he runs his thumbs over the satin-finished adhesive. “I like these.”
His fingers trace lines over my skin, sending shivers down my spine. He licks the length of my neck as his hand drifts lower. He applies pressure to my clit with the heel of his palm as his fingers stroke my slit, teasing my entrance. “So wet. This all for me, baby?”
“Yes.” I angle my hips forward as he slides two fingers inside me. My body welcomes the intrusion, my pussy clamping around his thick digits as they slide in and out of my body at a sensual pace.
My knees shake as he falls to his before me like a disciple worshipping his queen. He kisses the path between my breasts to the apex of my thighs, muttering, “So fucking sexy,” along the way.
For all the pent-up tension, Cam takes his time savoring my body. I almost come when he nudges my clit with his nose, inhaling my scent with a growl. As if to agree, my pussy flutters.
He pulls his fingers out of me and brings them to his mouth. Smoldering hazel eyes on mine, and I watch as he sucks his fingers clean. “So fucking delicious.”
Cam places a hand on my chest and pushes. The backs of my legs hit the platform bed, and I topple backward, landing on the mattress with a bounce. The cool fabric of his duvet is silky soft against my sensitive skin .
With an intense amount of eye contact—an unspoken demand for me to watch—he lifts my legs and places them on his shoulder. “Hold on tight, baby. This is going to be quick.”
Using his thumbs, he spreads me open before licking me from asshole to clit. My fingers grip the comforter beneath me as his warm, wet tongue flicks at my swollen clit. His rumbled groans are like a vibrator on my sensitive flesh, causing my eyes to roll to the back of my head.
When Cam said quick, he meant it. He goes to town, eating me like a man starved. His tongue is everywhere—spearing my entrance, flicking my clit, and tasting every inch of my pussy.
“Oh, fuck,” I scream.
My core grows heavy with the weight of my building orgasm. He slides his fingers back inside my pussy, stroking my walls. My muscles flutter.
“I can feel your cunt spasming. Let go, Talia. Come all over my tongue like my good little slut.”
My good little slut.
His possessively salacious, denigrative comment is like a match to the flame simmering beneath the surface. Slivers of sharp, white-hot heat slice through me as I combust from the most explosive orgasm I’ve ever had.
Arousal drips from my pussy to my asshole, and Cam—with his magical mouth—laps up every drop. From between my legs, Cam hums appreciatively. “Your cum tastes sweeter right after you come.”
My body is as limp as a rag doll, so it’s not surprising when Cam lifts my legs in one fluid movement, twists them as he stands, and flips me over onto my stomach. He lands two hard spanks on my ass before I register what the hell just happened. The sting has me crying out in a mix of pleasure and pain.
“Shit,” I hiss. Over my shoulder, I look at Cam, who is staring at his handiwork with a devilish smirk.
His eyes collide with mine, and in an eerily calm and deep voice, he says, “That’s for not calling me yesterday.” He lands two more swats on the space between my ass and thigh.
I drop my head onto the bed, taking my punishment.
“That’s for making me worry something happened to you.”
Two more hard slaps land on my other butt cheek, shocking the hell out of me, before I come like a rocket. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Cam!”
My body bucks, and noises I’ve never heard fall from my mouth as I come again. Liquid streams down my thighs, and my pussy is on fire. Cam’s carnal assault on my body has my orgasm rippling through me from head to toe, leaving behind a fuzzy sensation in my limbs.
“So fucking pretty,” Cam growls like a wild animal behind me. “Baby, I am so sorry.” He runs his palm down my spine, through my ass crack, and into my pussy. He gathers my arousal on his fingertips and alternates between licking my cum off his fingers and spreading it everywhere.
The wet, lewd sounds have my hips rocking in no time. I’m a desperate mess for him.
“For?” I ask, finding just enough energy to stare back at him.
He stops playing with me and grabs the collar of his shirt, lifting it over his head. My eyes rake over his eight-pack and down the path of his Adonis belt. He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants and pushes them over his hips, letting them fall to the floor. He kicks them to the side as he strokes his cock in his fist. A bead of precum pools at the head of his angry red mushroom tip.
I lick my lips, ready to turn and take him in my mouth.
“Don’t move.”
I nod as Cam gives his cock a few more tugs.
“What are you sorry for?” I ask again, remembering his apology.
“For tearing into you.”
I repeat his answer in my head. With my lack of experience, the words should scare me. Instead, they sound exactly like what I want him to do to me .
“You have me so fucked up. I don’t know if I can be gentle. I want to fucking devour you, but I don’t want to hurt you either.”
“What?” Oh.
If a heart could explode with love, mine just might. Cam hasn’t only been waiting to have sex with me because he thinks people will use it against us. My man has been worried about making it special. He might have been with his share of women—a thread I never want to pull on—but this is different. In a way, this is a first time for him too. What we have is so much more than sex.
While I appreciate his desire to make our first time together extraordinary, I want the untamed Cam. I want him to lose control and let desire take over. I want the Cam who uses my body to his liking while delivering unimaginable pleasure. The Cam who makes me want to taste the rainbow of sexual flavors. Because it’s us and because of the way we feel about each other, every time will be special.
Sitting up on my knees, I lean back and wrap my arms around his neck. He steps closer, bringing his chest flush to my back. His hard cock slips between my legs.
“I don’t need gentle. I need you.” Shifting my hips, I glide my pussy over his thick shaft, reveling in the way every ridge and vein of his cock slips between my lips. “Just you. Nothing between us. Take me. Use me. Fuck me. It won’t matter. What we do together will always be love.”
“Are you sure?”
“So sure. I trust you, Cam. And we’re covered. I have an IUD.”
“Fuck. I’ve never gone without…”
“Me neither.” Another first. I love that there are still firsts for us to share with each other.
His cock agrees and pulses between my legs, bumping my aching clit. “You’re perfect, you know that?”
“No, I’m not.” I shake my head, hating that word .
Too many people in my life have told me I’m perfect. I’m not, and I don’t want to be. I want to be free. Break the mold everyone has kept me in and live.
“Yes, you are,” Cam whispers in my ear. He notches his cock at my entrance, coating his tip in my juices. “You’re perfectly imperfect for me.”
I close my eyes as tears cloud my vision. I am so gone for Cam. There is nothing that could keep me away from him. The way he speaks to me and understands and nourishes my vulnerabilities is heaven sent. Every day, he continues to sand away all my rough and jagged edges.
“Now, bend over and take my cock like a good girl.”
I fall to the bed, landing on my elbows. Cam slaps my ass again, distracting me as he grips my hips and thrusts forward, impaling me on his cock in one fell swoop.
“Cam,” I moan his name. I can hear his molars crack as he waits for my body to mold to his thick shaft and adjust to his size. “So full.”
How the fuck did his big dick fit inside me?
Cam groans. “I fit because your pussy was made for me. Only me.”
I said that out loud?
“Yes.” He pulls out to the tip and slams back into me.
My body takes over, pushing all my thoughts away. My nerves are hyperaware, and I let them take charge, submitting to my sense of touch. Cam’s touch—the feel of his hands on my hips squeezing me tight, his palms on my ass spreading me wide, his fist in my hair tugging me back.
The force of his thrusts makes his balls slap my clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. I can’t stop chanting, “Yes,” and loving the way he fills me so completely.
Cam glides a finger over my asshole. I flinch at the illicit touch.
“Has anyone ever touched you here?”
“No,” I whimper .
“Good. This ass is mine. So juicy. Biteable.” Cam pulls his cock out of me and lifts my ass in the air. He bites my ass cheek hard enough to leave imprints behind.
My whole body convulses. “Fuck, Cam.”
“Did that hurt?” he asks.
I love him more for still being a gentleman when he’s treating my body like his own personal fuck toy.
“No, I-I liked it,” I tell him.
Cam drops me to my knees and grips my hips as he slides back inside my aching pussy. His fingers dip between us. He toys with my clit before sliding his cum-covered fingers through my ass crack. “Ready to try something new with me?”
“Always.” He can do anything to me, and I’d probably love it.
He massages my asshole with his fingers, applying pressure without entering. Cam picks up his pace, fucking me with long, hard strokes.
“That’s it, baby. You’re taking this cock so well. You like it deep, don’t you?”
I contract my muscles and squeeze his thick length.
“Oh, fuck. Do that again. Squeeze my dick like you’ll die if I stop fucking you.”
I clench my muscles tight, sucking him in deeper. My body vibrates with unleashed energy. With his finger pressing on my asshole and his cock hitting something deep inside me, I’m overloading. I’m so close, but I need more of … something.
“Harder,” I cry out in surprise. I’ve never experienced sex like this before. It’s hard and passionate. All-consuming. And I want more of it.
“I aim to please, baby.” Cam releases my hair and wraps his hand around the base of my throat as he leans over my back.
“Is this okay?” he whispers in my ear.
I knew no matter what way he took me, he would still be my Cam. He would still take care of me. Love me. He doesn’t even realize he’s capable of being sweet while fucking me like an animal .
“Yes,” I pant, my breaths choppy. He’s controlling my body, but I still have all the power.
He gives my throat a gentle squeeze before letting go and moving them to my clit. He rubs hard circles over the swollen nerves. I moan, pushing back against his hips, taking him deeper.
“I never thought my good little nurse would like it so rough. Do you like it dirty too, my little slut?”
“Yes. I love it. Now let me fucking come already,” I shout. My body is wound so tight that I’m close to snapping, but he’s holding back. I want him to let go and come with me, so I egg him on. “Fuck me harder, Cam.”
“You asked for it, itty bitty.” With me still on his cock, Cam stands to his full height and places one foot on the bed. “If it gets to be too much, tell me to stop and I’ll stop.”
I won’t, but I agree anyway. “Okay.”
I fall onto my elbows as Cam sets a grueling pace I can’t get enough of. The bed creaks, absorbing the brunt of his thrusts as he pounds into me.
I flinch as a warm liquid hits my asshole and dribbles down my crack. Turning my head, I find him using his spit as lube while he admires the way my pussy swallows his cock. He swipes his thumb over my asshole, teasing my entrance. My breath hitches, and I clench up.
“Breathe. I got you, baby,” he grounds out.
I relax, knowing whatever pleasure Cam is about to deliver will be worth it. He slowly breaches my forbidden ring, pumping his thumb in and out of me. I’m on sensory overload as Cam takes me from behind.
“Yes. My dirty girl. Mine.”
“Yours.”
“Louder,” Cam demands.
“Yours,” I scream.
With his free hand, he slaps my pussy in two quick successions, hitting my clit in the right spot. A stage three fire unfurls in my lower belly, igniting every cell in my body. I’m at the peak of combustion when he pinches my clit. I come like a supernova.
Cam is right there with me as my pussy clenches around his cock like a vise. He comes deep inside me with a feral growl, his finger in my ass and his cum dripping down my thighs while he fucks me through my orgasm.
I make my downward spiral back to reality when his hips slow. He presses soft kisses along my shoulder blades, extinguishing the flames licking my skin.
“Holy shit,” Cam pants. Even though he tries to be gentle, I wince as he pulls out of me. “Fuck, Talia. Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
“Never.” He was worried for nothing. I loved every minute of our rough and dirty lovemaking. “I’m so good, big guy.” I fall to the bed in a heap, exhausted and satisfied to the tenth degree, and bury my face in the comforter.
Cam envelops me in his arms and scoots us towards the head of the bed. I rest my cheek on his chest and listen to his racing heart slow as he strokes figure eights over my shoulder.
We’re all sweaty arms and legs as we cling to each other after what has to be the best sex of my life. I didn’t know it could be like that with someone. I know Cam’s been with his fair share of women, but that felt … different.
“Is it always like that?” I ask, curious if it was just me whose world got rocked.
“Fuck no. It’s never been like that for me. That was…”
“A grand slam?”
Cam throws his head back and laughs. He tilts my chin up for me to look into his hazel eyes. I’m mesmerized by the glowing green-gold and amber striations in his irises and the soft smile on his lips that reaches the corners of his bright eyes.
“Baby, that was a grand slam at the bottom of the ninth with the bases loaded, two outs, and two strikes on fireworks night. ”
I grin at him from ear to ear. I might not know everything about baseball, but I know what that means. “Really?”
He idly brushes his thumb over my bottom lip. “Really. Best I’ve ever had. Mind-blowing, life-altering, amazing as fuck. And it’s because it was with you. It was us.”
His vulnerable declaration has my heart doing this little flip thing that makes my chest warm and my pussy ready for more.
“We were pretty great together. Want to test out our findings and see if we get the same result?” I throw my leg over his hips and straddle his waist. His cum trickles into a pool on his lower abs.
Cam stares at the mess with heavy eyelids. “Are you sore?”
“No.” I shake my head. I might be in denial, but right now, all I want is for this man to sink into my body and drown with me.
His cock springs to life, hardening behind me as he runs a finger through the puddle. He holds it out to me. “Lick.”
Eyes on his, I lick my lips, grip his wrist, and bring his finger to my mouth. I suck his savory cum off his finger with a moan.
“So fucking dirty and all mine.”
I slide my hips back, allowing his hardening cock to lie heavy and thick between us.
“Not so fast.” He grips my thighs.
I pause, waiting for his next move.
“It’s time for these to go.” Cam grasps the edge of the blue pasties and rips them off the tips of my breasts.
I yelp in shock but don’t complain when, not a second later, Cam has my nipple in his mouth, licking and sucking at the pebbled peak. He switches, lavishing the other with the same attention, taking the sting away while whispering all the dirty things he’s going to do to me.
Once again, I let him lead me down the path of carnal fucking with feelings. Every deep stroke, wet kiss, dirty word, mind-bending orgasm, and murmured I-love-you is ten times better than the last.
Because it’s us.