Rex would never do that.
“Go ahead. Don’t be scared. I’m so fucking hard for you, Cami.”
“Then prove it.” I reach out, wrapping my hand around his shaft and pumping once, stroking him from base to tip.
The sound he makes is the sexiest I’ve ever heard.
“I want you, Rex.”
He rests his hand over mine. “You have all the control. If you don’t want this, we can stop at any time. Okay?”
I appreciate his thoughtfulness. “Okay.”
Chapter 9 Mountain
The second she touches me, I’m done. I can’t resist her now, especially when I hear Cami say the words that harden my cock like steel.
“I want you, Rex.”
Fuck. I’ve waited forever to hear her say that.
But there’s a part of me that’s concerned we haven’t talked about last night yet. She needs to process what happened to her because I don’t want it to come up and fuck with her when she’s not expecting it. She can’t just file it away for later and never deal with it.
I’m struggling between doing what I want and what she needs. It fucking sucks. Her hand feels so fucking good wrapped around my cock. It’s stealing all my focus.
“Rex.”
“Yeah, baby?”
“I’m going to talk about it. I’ll deal with it.”
I search her eyes, seeing the truth in the pretty green orbs. “Then I guess I need to fuck you, huh, baby?”
She shivers. “Yes.”
I want to be gentle for our first time. She needs me to be tender after last night, and it’s going to fucking kill me to go slow, but I won’t rush this moment or go faster than she’s ready for.
She releases my shaft, and I roll over on top of her, settling between the cradle of her thighs. “I’ll go at your pace, okay?”
Cami nibbles on her bottom lip as I push her long hair out of her face. It reaches her waist when she’s standing, and it’s beautiful and thick, curling naturally at the ends. I shove it up over her head, and the long strands rest across the pillow.
“So pretty,” I murmur.
“Are you going to touch me or not?” The impatience in her tone makes me smile.
“Of course.” I slide my fingertips down her stomach and dip between her legs, sinking into her pussy. “So wet.”
“You helped.”
I sure did. Taking my cock in hand, I begin stroking the length of it, guiding the tip toward her entrance.
“Wait.” She seems suddenly unsure.
“It’s okay. Ask me whatever you want.” I won’t get pissed, not at her.
“Have you been with anyone recently? Are you clean?”
“No and yes.” I rest on my forearms, staring into her eyes, letting her see the truth in my words. “There’s only you, Camille. It’s always been you.”
