“Angel, I’m sorry,” I rush out, shifting to release her hair completely so I can step back, but her dainty hand wraps around my wrist, stopping me.
“Don’t go,” she whimpers. “Just give me a sec.”
Fuck.
FUCK!
“I’m sorry. I got carried away.” I shake my head, wanting to fucking punch myself as self-disgust burns through me. “I didn’t mean to be so rough.”
Fuck! I’m such a fuckup!
A shuddering breath spills from her lips as her grip loosens on my wrist, her hand planting down on the mattress to steady herself.
“I know we’ve done it with my back to you before,” she rushes out, her voice so small and panting, reminding me of when she first cameto me, completely broken, terrified I was going to hurt her too. “It was just the combination of the position and the hair.”
“We don’t have to do it this way,” I tell her, shifting to pull back, but before I can move, she presses her arse back, the tip of my cock caught against her heat like a magnet.
“I want to, Cam. So bad… I just need a second to prepare myself.”
I blow out a breath and sigh, relief and guilt tangling in my chest. Leaning forward over her back, I press my lips to her shoulder as I murmur against her skin. “I’ll never hurt you, Angel. I will always stop when you want me to.”
“I know.” She nods, turning her head until our lips meet over her shoulder, and fuck, her encouragement washes through me, even as we kiss in the awkward position.
Nothing about her, about us, feels fucking awkward, though. Us coming together feels like the most natural thing in the world.
“Ringo,” she breathes as our lips part, “I’m green again.”
To prove it, she shifts her legs wider apart on the mattress and presses back against me again, the swollen head of my cock sliding over her soaked folds, teasing us both.
“Fuck… you sure, Abs?”
“So sure.” She rolls her hips, teasing me. “Please forget that just happened and fuck me the way you were going to.”
Jesus fucking Christ. I don’t know if I can do that now, and she must sense my hesitation because she shifts, her hand slipping between her legs to wrap around my cock, guiding it to her entrance.
“Fuck me, Cam,” she begs. “Fuck me so hard it both hurts and feels good.”
Fuuuuuuuck! Her words snap my control, flipping my fucking switch, and a growl rumbles from me as my fist tightens in her hair again, and finally, I surge in.
She cries out as I groan, her tight, slick walls clutching me, sucking me in like she’s never going to let me go.
Fuck, I hope she never does.
My fingers dig into her hips, my gaze trailing down her arched spine to the valley of her arse where her pretty puckered hole is begging for attention.
Fuck. Would she let me?
Slowly easing out and back in, I watch how that tight little hole almost winks at me, torturing me. Teasing me.
“Angel,” I rasp, thrusting a little faster as I tug her hair back, turning her head so she looks over her shoulder at me. “I wanna try something.”
“Try what?” she pants, her rosy cheeks flaring hot.
Releasing her hip, I trail my fingers across the swell of her arse, running them gently through the valley, brushing over where I want her the most, and she tenses around my cock.
“Relax, Angel.”
“No. Not there.” She pleads, panic in her tone, but my thrusts don’t falter, and I don’t let her retreat.
