I reach for the condom I stashed in my wallet, and she watches me roll it on with a look of open hunger that I want tattooed on the inside of my eyelids.
When I finally crawl over and push inside her, we both groan.
Her eyes lock onto mine, her lips part, and the sound she makes is small and broken and so full of feeling that I have to close my eyes and just breathe.
This isn't sex. This is something alive between us.
"Oh mygod," she whispers.
"Yeah," I manage. "Yeah."
We find a rhythm together—slow at first, savoring it, eyes open. I want to let her adjust.
Then she urges me on. Faster. Harder. She wraps her legs around me and pulls me deeper and the groan that tears out of me is feral.
Her nails rake down my back and I hiss and she laughs mid-thrust…this giddy, breathless sound that makes me laugh too, and for a few seconds we're just two fools grinning at each other while our bodies move together.
"You feel unbelievable," I tell her, huskily. "You have no idea what you're doing to me."
I hook her leg higher, change the angle, and the moan she lets out bounces off the cabin walls.
"There?" I ask.
"Yes, right there—that’s it. Don't you dare stop."
"Wouldn't dream of it." I thrust into her again, deep and firm, and her back bows, nails digging into my shoulder blades hard enough to leave delicious marks.
"I want to feel you come on my cock," I tell her, rolling my hips in a slow grind that makes her eyes flutter shut. "Can you do that for me, baby?"
"Keep talking like that and I won't have a choice."
"That's the point, beautiful." I keep the pace steady, my mouth against her ear. "You're so snug and wet. I've been dreaming about being inside you for weeks, and the reality is so much better.”
"Chevy—"
"Say my name again."
"Chevy." It comes out broken and breathy and I feel it everywhere.
"Louder."
She moans it this time, pulling me closer, wrapping herself around me as if she wants to absorb me through her skin, and the way my name sounds in her throat—ragged and desperate—nearly sends me over the edge.
“Christ,you have no idea how good you feel," I groan. "How long I've waited to hear you say my name like that. You're fucking perfect, Camille."
She laughs, this breathless, disbelieving little sound. "I can't believe we could've been doing this months ago if we'd just met at one of Aiden's barbecues."
"Don't—" I thrust deeper and she gasps. "—remind me. I'm kinda pissed at the universe."
"Less anger and more ofthat," she pants, rolling her hips to meet mine. I hold on by sheer stubborn willpower because she's getting close, I can feel it. Her whole body is tightening around me, her hands gripping me as if I'm the only solid thing in the world.
"Come on, sweetheart," I whisper in her ear. "Take all of me in that sweet little pussy.”
“Oh god!” Her body convulses beneath me, clenching around me, and she cries out so loud I swear the windows rattle.
And the sound of her pleasure, raw and unfiltered, pulls me right over the cliff with her. I come hard, buried deep inside her, my face pressed into the curve of her neck, and for a few blinding seconds the entire world lights up and I hold onto this woman for dear life.
We lie there afterward, both of us trying to catch our breath. The fire across the room has burned down to embers. I’m sure our untouched dinner is getting cold under its silver cloches.
