Chapter 24 Camden
CAMDEN
“You what?” I fly up the bed, holding myself over Nadine, hands on either side of her head on the mattress. A lopsided smile graces her face, her eyes heavy lidded. She’s never been more beautiful, even if she’s out of it.
She blinks, dazed. “Hm?”
“What did you just say?”
“When?”
“Now.” I sigh, dropping my chin toward my chest. “I said I fucking loved doing that, and you said…?”
She strokes her hands over the back of my head, urging me to lift it, and when I do, I find her a little more clear-eyed, but confused, her brows furrowed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I skate my tongue over my lips in frustration because I know what I heard, but her flavor is distracting, and I lower myself, leaving openmouthed kisses along her collarbone.
I curve my hand around the outside of her breast, brushing my thumbs over her light brown nipples.
“I heard you say something,” I tell her, then scrape my teeth over her skin, peppering kisses along the insides of her breasts.
She has a red birthmark over one of her top ribs on the left side, and I kiss that too.
“I want to hear it again. Make sure I didn’t imagine it. ”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she repeats, her back bowing, voice airy. “Really, I—ooh, Cam, please.”
I shake my head, nuzzling into her thigh, even as I continue to lazily ease my fingers in and out of her. “No, we need to talk.”
“I can’t. Not when you’re—oh fuck, please. Please.”
We do need to talk, but when she tunnels her fingers into my hair and nudges my head, positioning it where she wants it, over her clit, who am I to deny her? Especially after she said she loves me.
“One more,” I concede, crooking my fingers so she inhales sharply, muscles contracting. “But then I want to hear it.”
“Okay, okay, okay.” She wraps her right leg around my head, and I chuckle against her pussy. Which only makes her whimper.
I didn’t know eating a girl out could be so fun, but I really do love it.
I want to hear all her sounds, see how many times I can make her beg and scratch her fingernails over my scalp.
I especially enjoy how she coils tight, contorting into funny shapes, like she cannot physically stand the pleasure. Her little body can’t take it all.
But she does.
And she will.
She gives me one more orgasm, pushing up on one hand, as if she might fly from the bed as her inner walls flutter and spasm, and I lap it up, tongue licking between her slit as I gently drag my fingers out of her, only to shove them beneath the elastic of my underwear to grip my cock.
Give it something, so I can hold off a little while longer.
By the time I’m sitting on my knees, she appears to have caught her breath, though her skin is flushed and glistening with a fine sheen of sweat, limbs limp and completely wrung out. I’m inordinately proud of myself for making her that way.
I crawl up the bed to stretch out next to her, leaning on my left elbow to stare down at her. “River.” I wait impatiently for her eyes to open. “We have to talk.”
“I can’t right now.”
If I weren’t anxious about finally declaring my feelings, I might find her sex-addled mumbling cute. “Nadine.”
She slowly turns to look at me, back to her bratty self. “Don’t use that tone with me.”
“You weren’t listening.”
“I was listening fine. I just can’t talk.”
I roll my eyes. “You were talking fine before when you said you loved me.”
She snorts dubiously. “What?”
“You said you loved me. Actually, to be accurate, you said ‘I fucking love you.’”
She rears back deliberately, taking me in, eyes drifting back and forth between my own. “You’re lying.”
I huff. “No.”
“I didn’t… I…” When I nod seriously, she trails off, her throat dipping on a swallow. “I did?”
“You did, and while I understand you were in a state of sex-fogged euphoria from my pussy-eating skills, I need to know if it was real or not.”
Her lips part, jaw working, but she stays silent. Seconds turn into a minute. Turns into a whole goddamn year.
And my rapidly beating heart slows to a crawl, until my lungs burn with the effort it takes to breathe. “It’s fine. I get it. You—”
“I love you,” she says, cutting me off. “I do. I love you, Camden.”
Then I’m the silent one, and she smiles at my gaping.
“Are you that surprised? I thought this might have been a ploy for your arrogant ass to make me be the one who says it first.”
No. Definitely not a ploy.
“More like reassurance,” I finally say, once my organs and brain are back to working order. I duck down, tucking my face against her throat. “Because I love you. I love you, River.” I wrap my arms around her and roll so I can squeeze her tight to me. Never let her go.
She wriggles, and I permit her to sit up. It’s better this way. Because I can look into her eyes, watch her lips form the words when she says, “I know your heart, and I’ll take care of it.”
She places her palms against my chest, and my nose stings with emotion. This woman. With a heart so big, she’s promising to take care of mine.
I am undeserving.
Yet I want to be.
“I love you.” I thread my fingers into her hair, pulling her to me, kissing her mouth. Speaking my vow against her lips. “You won’t regret me.”
She melts, her mouth pliant, spine soft, muscles loose. I glide my hands over her, from her head, down her shoulders, along her sides, to her ass and back, the emotion I’d spilled all over my bed fading as my baser instincts take over.
The demand to fuck and rut, to claim the woman I love. Mark her as mine in as many ways as possible. “You ready, honey?”
She nods. “Make love to me.”
I smile into a kiss. “Yeah, I’ll do that. And then I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll feel it tomorrow.”
She moans her agreement, and I nudge her aside so I can reach into the nightstand drawer for a condom and lube. “Are you on birth control?”
“Since I was fourteen. I have really bad period cramps otherwise.”
I stand to kick off my boxer briefs, about to rip open the condom, but Nadine swings her legs over the side of the bed, sitting right in front of me.
I hold still as her attention purposefully pours over me, slowing at spots, like my pecs, my hands holding the foil packet, and then landing on my cock, straining out toward her.
She reaches out as if to touch me and then pauses, tipping her head back, and it does something to me to see her in this position. Almost like she’s submitting to me.
Obviously she is not, and I don’t want her to, but I like the idea. I can physically overpower her, but she overpowers me in every other way. I may be much bigger than her and don’t plan on being especially gentle sometimes, but she can take me down with a mere word or look.
Like the one she wears now. Wide blue eyes, puffy lips, and an innocent question. “Can I put it on?”
“You can do whatever you want.” I hand her the condom. “I might want to use you, but you own me. I’m yours, body and soul.”
She doesn’t reply, though she does offer me a beguiling smile a moment before she leans forward to put her mouth on me, and the half gasp, half squeak that comes out of me is the unmanliest sound I’ve ever made.
But having her twist her hand around the base while she sucks on the tip is what I’ve been fantasizing about for literal years.
I may not have admitted it to even myself, yet when I needed to get off and had to use my own imagination, it was a head of dark hair I saw.
A smart mouth finally silenced because it was full of me.
And it is so good.
So fucking good I’m going to come before I’ve even had the chance to feel the heaven between her legs.
“Riv, stop, stop.” I nudge her away, and she laughs at me, rightly understanding why.
“Quick off the trigger, huh?”
I snatch the condom from between her fingers, have it open and on in seconds, stepping between her legs, looming over her until she lies back on the bed.
She smirks at me like she really showed me something.
“You better watch how you speak to me when I can make you come in minutes. Make you a whimpering, wet mess.”
“You don’t scare me,” she says with that attitude I love, and I grab the small bottle of lube to squeeze out a dollop, smothering it all over her pussy, making even the trimmed curls above wet before pushing three fingers into her, earning a sharp inhale.
“Thought so.” I bend to kiss her throat as I immediately find the swollen spot inside her. “Not so tough anymore.”
She squeezes her eyes shut, fingers mindlessly roaming over the bed, searching for an anchor, but when she can’t find one, she hooks them around my neck. “Fuck me.”
I pump faster. “What did you say?”
“Fuck me,” she pants.
“What?”
“Fuck me!” She comes with a cry, and before she can come down, I wrap my hands around her waist, moving her up the mattress to make room for me. I thrust inside her in one go, and my vision blurs for a moment with the rush of pleasure.
But once the immediate spark of ecstasy wanes to a more manageable one, I grit my teeth and balance my weight between my left hand by her shoulder and my knees spread wider, her legs open with her right one thrown against my chest and shoulder. And I fuck her.
I fuck her so hard, the slaps echo around us, and she can’t do anything except take it.
She moans, face pinching, fingernails digging into my triceps.
Watching her reaction, feeling her pussy clench around me, hearing her mindless sounds, it all makes my blood rush in my ears.
The familiar burn of an orgasm comes on quicker and stronger than ever before in my life, but I knew this was what it would be like.
The first time experiencing it would make me come hard and fast.
Yes, Nadine Rivera makes me quick off the trigger.