He pulled the covers over them, hiding them both from the world outside, and nipped at her neck. It tickled so she giggled and winced to the side. His chuckle was deep and vibrated the air between them.
He moved back to her lips and drank her in. She reveled in the taste of him, and the feel of his tongue thrusting against hers. A little moan escaped her as he kissed down her neck and pulled her lace bra down low enough to pop her breasts out of it. He sucked on her nipples and then moved down her stomach and bit her panties. He lifted those gold eyes to hers as he gritted his teeth and pulled them down.
She lifted up just enough for him to be able to pull her panties down to her knees, and with his hand, he ripped them down the rest of the way.
He kicked out of his boxer briefs and then he was there, a solid weight against her, like a comforting blanket. Moira’s heart was pounding against her chest as he cupped her neck and kissed her again, rolling his hips against hers as he did.
Cam was right there, pressing against her sex just right.
She parted her knees wider for him, and he whispered, “Good.”
All logical thought left her. She disappeared into the sensations he was creating with the friction of his body rubbing against hers.
Nothing had felt this good perhaps ever, but as he eased the head of his rock-hard cock at her slick entrance, she got completely lost.
“Please,” she whispered.
Cam pushed into her deep, up to the hilt, and stayed there for a few seconds as she adjusted to the stretch. Slowly, he eased back, then shoved into her again. Out slow, in hard.
Already her body was buzzing and begging for more.
He held her hands, intertwining their fingers as he pumped into her slowly.
God, it felt so good.
“Cam,” she whispered in desperation.
“I’ve got you. You’re safe.”
Those words…ooof. Safe? How long had it been since she’d ever heard that word combination?
The sensation in her middle ramped up with every thrust now, spurred on by the sexy uttered words next to her ear.
He pushed into her deep, then withdrew slow. Pushed deep, harder, a little faster now.
Withdrew slow.
Cam’s body was tensing now and he released her hands, slid an arm around her back to drag her more tightly against him as he drove into her. Faster now. He was thrusting faster and she was almost there. Fuck! “Cam?” she whispered.
“Me too,” he gritted out, slamming into her deeper, faster.
Her body felt like it exploded with pleasure, and his body reacted. He gritted out her name and pulsed warmth into her as she cried out over and over.
Nothing had ever felt like this before. She was blinded with pleasure as he dragged every pulse of ecstasy from her release.
Cam slowed, twitching slightly as his own climax faded.
And then he kissed her. And he kissed her. And he kissed her. He kissed her lips until she was relaxed and tired all over again.
He kissed her until her body buzzed. She felt drunk on him and smiled sleepily as he pulled his lips from hers. Cam brushed her hair from her face and searched her eyes. His eyes were such a striking, bright gold color right now, but she wasn’t afraid of his animal. He’d said she was safe and she didn’t know why, but she believed him.
“You’re surprising,” he murmured in a gritty voice.
“Yeah?”
He gave this hot, crooked grin and then pulled her over with him. On their sides, she relaxed into his rhythmic strokes through her hair.
She didn’t know this man very well, but already he’d been more caring than anyone she had ever been with.
