Chapter 32
thirty-two
Cameron
Rosalie’s hands fly to the back of my head, grabbing the hair at the nape of my neck and pulling hard. I fucking love it.
You know what else I fucking love? The gasp that comes out of her mouth the moment I yank the top of her swimsuit down, exposing her breasts.
The wetness left on her skin from the damp suit meeting the cold air makes her nipples instantly pebble. I immediately move my hand to cup one, rubbing my thumb across it while my mouth moves to suck the other one.
Rosalie squirms, but my other hand is wound tightly in the remainder of her swimsuit, holding her still.
“Oh fuck, Cameron,” she moans loudly, her hands moving down my back, her fingernails desperately scraping against my skin.
Removing my mouth from her breast, I playfully glare up at her with an admonishing look and an accompanying “shh” that blows air over her nipple.
She nods rapidly in understanding, biting her bottom lip as she does. The simple action sets off a feral bomb inside me.
Sliding both my hands under her swimsuit bottoms and palming her ass, I lift her into my arms before taking her mouth again.
Her legs immediately wrap around me, and I can feel how warm her center is against my torso.
I have no doubt she can feel my hard erection resting just beneath her ass as I carry her to the bed.
I’m so fucking turned-on, and I don’t care if she knows it.
I’m momentarily distracted by the perfect way her soft breasts feel pushed up against my bare chest, her heart beating rapidly against mine.
Until she pulls back from our kiss and breathlessly utters four words that will be seared into my memory for years to come. “Fuck me, Cameron. Please.”
I let out a feral growl and nip her bottom lip. “Oh, baby, you never have to beg.”
I walk quickly across my room until my knees hit the edge of my bed, and I gently drop Rosalie down on the comforter.
She’s a fucking vision with her hair splayed out around her and peaked breasts on full display.
With her legs hanging off the edge of the bed, I’m able to lean over her, bracing a hand on each side of her head before gently kissing her mouth.
I know she literally just asked me to fuck her, but I don’t want this to be a quick and dirty good time. I want this to last. I want to fucking cherish this woman. I want her to feel all the emotions I have racing inside me the first time we have sex.
I shift back to caress every inch of her body with my eyes and murmur, “You’re so fucking beautiful,” just before grabbing the rest of her swimsuit at her waist and pulling it down.
I go torturously slow, as if I were unwrapping every inch of her like the gift she is.
When I’m done, I discard her wet swimsuit on the floor and push open her legs.
Dropping down to my knees, I lean forward and languidly trail my tongue up her sex, savoring her taste and the moans she’s trying desperately to muffle.
She bucks her hips, trying to get closer, but I pin her to the bed, continuing my assault until I can feel her vibrating beneath me. Her body is moving with greedy desire, her hands clawing at the sheets, her heels digging into the bed.
“Ah, Cam.” The sound of my name is somewhere between a cry and a moan, causing me to rock back on my knees and take her in. Rosalie’s hair is a sexy, tangled mess, her chest is heaving, and her wild eyes are desperately scanning mine.
For a moment, I’m worried she doesn’t want this, but then she cups my face and says, “I want you inside me when I come.”
My mouth crashes to hers with a ferocity that almost scares me, but then she returns my kiss with a fierceness of her own, her hands frantically untying the drawstring to my swim trunks and yanking them down.
Once my legs are free, my arm moves around her back, holding her close, and I drag her up the bed with me. Our lips never lose contact so when I settle myself between her thighs and my cock hits her entrance, I feel her gasp.
“Please tell me you have a condom,” she murmurs against my lips, voice heady with need.
I press my forehead to hers, breath ragged before nodding.
“I do.”
I shift back on my heels and reach across my bed to the nightstand and grab a condom from inside. Opening the package, I take it out and slide it down my length as Rosalie watches with rapt attention, eyes hooded.
“Like what you see?” I ask, trying to sound playful but the words come out gravelly.
“Very much, now come here.”
I’m back over her in a second, a hand threading through her hair before taking her mouth with mine.
My other hand slides down her thigh to her knee and gently pulls upward as I guide her leg toward her chest, opening her to me. Her hand reaches down between us, grasping my cock, giving it a slow stroke from base to tip before guiding me toward her entrance.
I hiss through my teeth.
“Oh fuck,” I rasp. “Just the touch of your hand makes me want to come.”
“I’m glad I have that kind of power, but can we wait to test out your theory until another night?”
She has a carefree smile on her face like she’s never been happier, and I want to keep it there forever.
“Oh, baby, we absolutely can,” I say before pushing myself inside her.
She moans, and I have to swallow it with a kiss for fear of waking up the kids, but it’s the most intoxicatingly erotic sound I’ve ever heard, and I vow right then our next time will be somewhere my beautiful girl can let loose all the sexy sounds she wants.
I slowly pull out before pushing back in, and she throws her head back and arches off the bed in pleasure.
“Oh my god, Cameron, you feel so good.”
“You too, baby, just like fucking heaven.”
On the next thrust, I push back in with a little more force, unable to control myself with how good she feels around me.
“Yes, Cameron, more!” she breathes out, her eyes screwing shut as I begin to move in earnest. Our breaths are heavy, our bodies are slick with sweat, and I can tell she’s close by the way she grips my back, hands moving in a desperate fashion, and her legs coming up around my waist to pull me closer.
“Oh fuck, Rosalie,” I grit out. The feeling of being so deep inside her is enough to make me come on the spot, and I don’t know how much longer I can hold on.
I reach between us, pressing firmly on her clit, and I feel her detonate around my cock.
“Oh my god, yes,” she moans, her head thrown back in pleasure.
Just the sight makes me come undone as I thrust a few more times before finding my own release. The sound I want to make is a loud, possessive roar, but since I can’t, I lean down and clamp my mouth over her shoulder, muffling the guttural groan that comes out instead.
Rosalie must like this because she flutters around me one more time.
I collapse on top of her, holding most of my weight on my forearms while catching my breath in the crook of her neck. When our breathing returns to normal, I lift my head with a sated grin on my face and reach up to smooth the sweaty strands of her hair away from her face.
“Best sleepover ever,” she says sleepily.
I chuckle, giving her one last lingering kiss before pulling out of her to dispose of the condom. I return to the room with a warm, wet towel and clean her up, pulling out an old pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt for her to sleep in, and help her get dressed.
She swims in my oversized clothes, and I have to pull the drawstring extra tight to keep the pants from falling, but she looks fucking adorable in them.
I step close to her and tip up her chin, giving her a light peck on the lips.
“You want to lie in here with me for a bit before going back to the guest room?”
She bites her bottom lip, as every emotion plays out across her gorgeous features. I can see her warring with herself, wanting to stay but knowing she should go in case Paige wakes up later in the night and needs her.
Pressing my thumb down on her lip to release it, I kiss her again.
“There will be other nights,” I say against her lips before leaning back so she can see the sincerity in my next words.
“I know you want to stay here, and I’d love nothing more than to sleep with you tucked against me.
But you’re an amazing mom, and your love and concern for Paige is something I admire about you.
So, I’m going to pick you up and carry you to the other room so you can get some sleep, okay? ”
She giggles softly. “Okay.”
I scoop her up bridal style and walk toward the guest room, her arms holding tightly around my neck and her lips pressing a kiss to the underside of my jaw, making me regret talking her into this decision. I meant every word I said, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want her with me in my bed.
I set her on the end of the bed and turn down the blankets. She crawls up to the top and curls up with her head on the pillow, while I cover her up.
I’m leaning down to kiss her good night when she reaches up to cup my face.
“Thank you for tonight,” she says, almost half asleep, before pulling my face down the rest of the way to hers for one last kiss.
“Oh, it was definitely my pleasure,” I say with a wide smile and one last soft peck to her forehead before I back away and turn off the light.
I return to my room and look around at the chaos with a shit-eating grin spreading across my face.
Rosalie’s swimsuit is crumpled on the floor at the foot of the bed, mine right next to it; the comforter is wrinkled and bunched in such a way I can almost see where Rosalie was fisting it in her hands as I drove her toward climax.
Flashes of her writhing body and heaving chest paired with the sounds of her sexy gasps and moans are flying through my mind, and it’s taking every ounce of willpower I have to stop myself from walking back down the hall and carrying her back to my bed where we can go for round two.
I run my hands down my face, trying to wipe away the sexy as fuck images that are getting me worked up again, and focus on getting ready for bed.
I’m exhausted, even if my dick thinks I’m not, and I’m sure to have an early wake-up call from two seven-year-olds wanting waffles or pancakes in the morning.
I pick up the swimsuits to hang in the bathroom before brushing my teeth and getting into bed. I pull the comforter up my chest to my chin and get the faintest hint of chlorine, sex, and Rosalie. It’s an odd combination of everything I loved about tonight.
I settle my head back into my pillow and drift off to sleep with a deep sense of rightness in my heart I haven’t felt in a very long time.