He clenches me like a vice and I let out a curse of my own as I bottom out.
His breath borders on panting and the air leaves my lungs. For a moment it’s quiet and nothing can be heard but our breath, and the heavy beating of my heart.
I grab his hips, pulling him back as I begin to move, instinct taking over.
One slow thrust turns into two, two turns into three. In, out, in, out.
His entire body relaxes in my hold as he pushes back against me, meeting me thrust for thrust.
“Fuck, you feel so good…” He groans.
His praise spurs something inside of me I didn’t know existed. I push him down with one hand and he lets me. One hand finds its way into his hair while the other finds his cock.
He’s sticky and wet with precum and I use it like lube, stroking his cock in tandem with every thrust.
He pushes back against me. “Harder,” he says.
I obey his command without hesitation, snapping my hips, and it’s like I’ve been shattered into a million pieces.
The rhythm comes easily. I get lost in his moans, his throbbing cock, the sounds of wet skin and ecstasy filling the air as I fuck him.
“I’m coming,” he cries, his fingers tangling in the sheets, gripping them tight. I pull him back until I’m seated and he’s arched against me, his back to my chest. I find his mouth with mine as I pump him through his orgasm. The minute his cum fills my hand I lose it.
I don’t manage to get a word out, or even a moan.
All that escapes my throat is a deep, strangled grunt, tangled up in ecstasy.
The words are on the tip of my tongue.
I love you.
But before I can say them, Cameron kisses me, his hand sliding up into my hair, fingers pulling on my locks tightly before letting go.
I write the letters on his tongue with mine as I come undone. My free hand slides over his chest, over his heart and his hand finds mine there.
And I think maybe he knows.
Maybe he’s always known.
He shifts position, pulling me down into the sheets until we’re lying together. I pull out of him as I start to soften. Suddenly I feel tired.
I cuddle him close, burying my face in his neck.
“Best sex. Ever,” I whisper.
Cam chuckles. “Ever, huh?”
I nod sleepily against his neck. “Yup.”
When Cam leaves the bed, I panic, worrying I said something wrong.
But when I hear the sound of the shower running, I breathe easier.
I look at the clock. It’s nine thirty.
Well past breakfast time.
But maybe time doesn’t matter.
