Feeling Camille’s body writhe from my touch is one thing, but when she let herself fall completely to her pleasure, I nearly lost it. She’s been so controlled in her actions over these past few months, hardly letting herself give into the feelings she has for me. This connection between us has been growing stronger with each passing day. Maintaining my distance around her has become increasingly difficult and it feels so good to finally be with her.
So. Fucking. Good.
The way she tugged at my hair and pressed my face into her, demanding I make her come made my dick so hard, it hurt. I’ve always preferred a woman who knows what she wants and goes after it, but seeing Camille tell me exactly what she wanted after everything she’s been through is …life-altering.
I stand up, unbutton my shirt, and strip my jeans off. Her sated gaze widens when she takes in the size of my hard cock. I stroke myself to relieve some of the pressure begging to be let loose. It’s been a long time since my cock has had anything other than my hand, and this isn’t likely to last long if I don’t gain some control.
She pushes herself up on her elbows and smirks at me. “Are you just going to stand there and stare at me all night, or are you going to finish what you started?”
This newfound confidence in Camille is hot.
She spreads her legs, opening herself to me, and I growl. “You trying to kill me?”
She lets out a soft laugh, and my heart clenches. I’m a goner. She’s a wildcat in bed, and I fucking love it. I love her laugh. I love to see her smile. And now I know I love seeing her come all over my face.
I just hope this moment is a turning point. Because I need more orgasms from her. One is not nearly enough.
I lean over her, hook my arms underneath her, and drag her further up on the bed. I rest my elbows at her shoulders and hold her face between my arms. Hovering over her, our eyes meet, and I see the same longing I feel reflected in her eyes.
She wraps her legs around my hips, pulling me closer to her, and whispers, “Please.”
My cock is pressed against her wet center. I want to take this slow, but her soft plea is quickly changing my mind. A groan escapes as she digs her nails into my back and scrapes down toward my waist. I almost come right then, and I haven’t even entered her yet.
I kiss her hard and fast. Gone is my control. Gone is the gentleman telling me to take this slow. I need to be inside her and make her mine.
Up until this moment, every time I kissed Camille, I kissed her like I was savoring her. I delighted in her taste and touch. I wanted to appreciate her and make sure she knew it.
But this is not one of those moments.
This kiss is savage, needful, and possessive.
Camille moans into my mouth, her nails furiously scraping up and down my back. And when I suck her tongue into mymouth, she digs her nails so deep it feels like she broke the surface of my skin.
I slow my assault on her mouth and wrap one arm under her ass to lift her slightly off the bed. Her heat, her wetness, is flush against my skin as she spreads her legs wider.
“I’m gonna fuck you now,” I say as I align my tip at her entrance.
She gasps, “Yes, please,” and pulls my mouth back to hers.
In one fast movement, I slide fully inside her. I don’t hold back. I don’t go slow. I give her all of me and revel in the deep moan it earns me. Pulling all the way out, I slam into her even harder. Only this time, I’m the one to moan. “Fuck, you feel so good. Too fucking good.”
My cock throbs and my release threatens to overtake me. I’m struggling to breathe and slow this down before I lose it. I pause while fully sheathed inside her.
“Adam, please.” She rolls her hips under me, begging for the friction to increase. “I need to feel you. Don’t stop.”
“If I move, I’m gonna embarrass myself and this is going to end fast.”
“Then we’ll just have to do it again,” she says. I slowly move in and out. “And again.” She gasps as I lift her leg, opening her even more to me. “And again.”
I move slowly, trying like hell to think about anything except how great her body feels tightening around me.
“Faster, harder,” she begs. “I need more.”
I give her what she asks for and slam into her. Every attempt I make to not think about how good she feels fails. “Fuck, Camille. I can’t stop this. I’m gonna come.”
“Then come.” She tightens her arms around me, pressing her nails into my ass to push me deeper inside her.
That’s all it takes. My orgasm rips through me so hard, I cry out in pain.
