Herfantasy.
Her breathing doesn’t change as I gently skate my fingers over her, my pulse hammering in my ears. The bedroom is silent, but my heart is beating so hard, I’m not sure how it’s not waking her up. If not with the sound, then how it must be banging around against her back.
She stays asleep, her inhales and exhales steady and even.
I slick the lube over the length of my erection and then rub some on her bare pussy. That makes her move, a brief tensing of her muscles, but when she doesn’t wake, I lift her top leg and let my cock sink into her entrance. It’s a smooth glide all the way to the hilt, and Nadine finally wakes with a sharp breath.
“Cam?” Her voice is a whisper of a scratch.
“Yeah, honey, I’m home,” I say against her pulse.
She moans sleepily, arching her spine while draping her arm back and around my neck, fingers in my hair. Neither of us speaks again as I lazily pull halfway out and push back in while I kiss her ear, temple, jaw, any place I can lay claim.
“You can go back to sleep,” I tell her after a minute, and I feel more than see her smile.
“Not like this, I can’t.”
“Maybe I won’t finish. I’ll just stay inside you, and then we can both sleep.”
Her fingers tighten in my hair at the nape of my neck, as if she likes that idea, and I roll my hips, keeping this slow pace. There is no rush. Not when she’s sleepy and warm, barely awake.
Being with her, like this, feels drugging. Being pulled under. I don’t have that natural inclination to fuck her hard like usual. Simply stay like this, coiled around her, not even a centimeter of space between us, buried so deep inside her, there is no way to know where she ends and I begin.
I keep my right hand on her thigh, slipping the other under my jersey to hold her breast, doing no more than lightlysqueezing it, completely uninterested in bringing this quiet joining to a quick end. I want it to go on forever.
Like a dream.
Sheis my dream.
But then she rocks her hips, bringing us deeper together, and I groan into her neck. “I want to go slow.”
She agrees with a hum but continues to move her hips in maddening circles.
“River,” I chide, dragging my teeth over her ear.
“Hm?”
“Don’t play innocent.”
She turns her head, lips finding mine. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
She kisses away my amusement, pulling me closer, dragging me down further into the depths of pleasure with her until I can’t control the rhythm anymore. I swallow her sighs, hitch her leg higher, push her toward the mattress until I’m on top of her.
“Cam,” she groans, cheek against the bed, hands held out at her sides, bound by mine, our fingers intertwined, so she is completely at my mercy. “I’m so close.”
I grind against her, hitting the spot that makes her mindlessly beg. It’s a tight fit with me caging her in, but I snake my arm between her torso and the mattress, finding her clit with my fingers, and she hisses. “Yes, Camden.Please. Don’t stop.”
I don’t. I keep that steady pace, feeling her climb higher, body tensing. Her breaths become shallow pants, her hips uselessly attempting to move, to meet my movements. But I’m too heavy and have her trapped.
“Just take it,” I rasp, and a moment later, I feel her clamp down on my cock, a vise grip that almost sends me over the edge, but I hold on as she gives in to her orgasm, going completely rigid and then lifeless as she relaxes.
But I refuse to stop moving inside her, even though my balls are drawn up tight, the base of my spine tingling. I refuse to chase my climax, even though she whispers for me to come.
I hate how desperate, how needy, she makes me feel.
Because I know I’ll never get enough.
Fifteen lifetimes with her wouldn’t be enough. Not even fifteen thousand.
