The sound that tore out of him went straight to my core. A low, guttural vibration that I felt against my lips.
I started slow, learning what made his breathing catch. Every hiss of air, every time his fingers tightened in my hair, I filed it away. When I took him deeper into my mouth, his whole body went taut.
“Fuck, Emily.” His voice was strained. “You’re going to kill me.”
I loved this. Loved having him falling to pieces beneath me, loved the way his body tensed under my free hand, loved the taste of him and the weight of his cock on my tongue.
I pulled back just enough to swirl my tongue around the head, and his hips bucked involuntarily. The hand in my hair tightened, not guiding, just holding on like he needed the anchor.
I glanced up at him again and found him watching me with an intensity that made my pulse spike. His jaw was clenched, every muscle in his body strung tight, and the look in his eyes was pure, scorching heat.
“Come here.” His voice was deep, commanding, and so fucking hot.
I released him and crawled up his body, reaching for the nightstand. I plucked the foil packet from his fingers before he could manage it. I tore it open and rolled it down his length, taking my time.
Then I straddled him,rising up on my knees. The morning light streamed through the window, illuminating everything. For a split second, the instinct to hide rose up, urging me to pull the sheet over the scars on my stomach. But then I saw Cam’s face. He wasn’t looking at my imperfections. He was looking atme.With a hunger that erased every doubt I had ever held onto.
I sank down onto him slowly. I felt every inch as he filled me. His hands found my hips, gripping hard, and the groan that rumbled out of him was the best sound I had ever heard.
“You feel so good.” His fingers dug into my skin.
I started to move, finding a rhythm that made my breath catch and his eyes roll back. His hands guided me but didn’t control me. I braced my hands on his chest, riding him harder, chasing the pleasure building inside me.
“God, look at you.” He reached up, his palms sliding from my hips to graze my ribs, thumbs brushing over the silver lines on my abdomen like they were precious. “So fucking beautiful.”
I leaned down and kissed him, messy and desperate, never stopping the roll of my hips. He thrust up to meet me, and the angle made me gasp against his mouth.
“That’s it,” he murmured against my lips. “Take what you need.”
His hand slid between us, his thumb finding my clit. The pressure was perfect, and I could feel myself getting close, that coil of heat tightening low in my belly.
“Cam.” His name came out broken.
“I’ve got you. Come for me.”
The combination of his voice, his thumb circling, the fullness of him inside me, it all crashed over me at once. I came hard, my body clenching around him as pleasure rolled through me in waves. I couldn’t stop the sounds escaping my throat, couldn’t do anything but ride it out while he held me steady.
Before I’d even caught my breath, he was moving. He flipped us smoothly, pulling out just long enough to position me on my hands and knees. Then he was behind me, his hands gripping my hips, and he thrust back inside in one smooth stroke.
I cried out, almost sobbing from the sensations cascading through me. The angle was deeper now. More intense. I dropped down to my forearms with a moan. He set a punishing pace, one hand splayed across my lower back. Every thrust sent shockwaves through me.
“Feel so good,” he ground out, his control clearly fraying. “So perfect.”
His hand slid around, between my legs again, to my clit. The touch, combined with the relentless rhythm of his thrusts sent me flying. I came again, harder this time, my whole body shaking as I cried out into the pillow.
His pace became erratic, and I felt him tense behind me. He came with a rough groan, his fingers digging into my skin hard enough to leave marks I’d feel tomorrow.
We collapsed together onto the mattress, both breathing hard, tangled in sheets and each other.
I ended up face down, sprawled across the bed like I’d been dropped there. Cam’s hand traced lazy patterns up and down my spine, and he pressed soft kisses along my back, across my shoulders, following the path his fingers had just made. It was such a contrast to the intensity of moments before, tender and unhurried.
Until my stomach growled. Loudly.
Cam chuckled. “I guess that’s my cue.”
I felt my face heat. “Shut up. You wore me out.”
“Pretty sure it was mutual.” He pressed another kiss to my shoulder, still chuckling. “Come on. Time for breakfast.”
