“Good girl. Come hard for me, Ellie. So fucking hard.”
“Oh god, Camden!”
My mind shatters as my second orgasm ever hits me like a freight train. It feels like a lightning bolt of pleasure striking my clit and pulsing through my entire body. My limbs thrash against the bed. Every muscle inside of me tenses. I can’t think. I have no control over any part of my body. I’m just letting the pleasure take control of me. I’m burning up, consumed by the flames of ecstasy.
I whimper and shout and moan until my throat is raw. Once I hit the peak, I start to come down, just in time to see Camden lose it.
He leans up and comes with a roar. Ropes of come paint his thighs and abs. He hisses out a breath, then grunts. All the muscles in his forearm pulse. His veins are throbbing too.
He looks so…raw when he comes. Almost wild. And manly. Actually, beastly is more like it. Like this is his most basereaction to seeing me touch myself, and he can’t help it, he justhasto come hard.
He falls onto the bed. Together, we lie there, side by side, staring up at the ceiling, gasping for air.
After what feels like minutes, I turn to him.
“Did I do okay?” I ask in a shy, soft voice.
He gives me that “you should know better than to ask that” eyebrow quirk before he leans closer and kisses me. I moan when he teases my lips open with this tongue.
“Baby, you were incredible. You made yourself come all on your own. I’m so proud of you.”
He kisses my forehead, and I sigh, feeling so special and so content.
“Thank you for teaching me. And being patient with me,” I say in a quiet voice.
“Thankyoufor letting me witness the single hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.”
I giggle. Just then, there’s scratching at my bedroom door.
“Oh shoot, Tinkerbell’s probably hungry for her dinner.” I pull my panties back on and start to scoot off the bed, but Camden stops me with a hand on my arm.
“I want you to do that again,” Camden says.
“Do what?”
“Touch yourself. I want you to masturbate again on your own. At least one more time this week.”
“Is this sexy homework you’re giving me?”
He chuckles. “Yeah. The more you do it, the more comfortable you’ll feel. And I want you to be comfortable with yourself.”
Warmth swoops through my chest at how much my pleasure means to him.
“Okay. I will.”
“And think about what you want to learn to do next,” he says before pulling his joggers back on.
I nod, even though I know exactly what I want to learn next. I just hope he’s on board too.
Chapter 31
Camden
“Holy shit, did you see the champagne tower?” Xander says
I turn and see where he’s pointing, to the far end of the reception space.
“Damn,” I say as I take in the impressive display: five tiers of glass coups stacked on top of each other while a white-gloved server pours from a champagne bottle at the top. The fizzy liquid filters down to all of the glasses. All the guests clap.
