I kiss her shoulder. “How bad do you want my cock, Mrs. Wells?”
Her hips twist and she pushes back on my dick—which right now is very angry that it’s still caged in my pants.
“I want you so bad. Please may I have your cock?”
“Love it when you ask for it.”
I stand and strip out of my pants and boxers. Kate wriggles out of her shirt and crawls up the bed, still on all fours.
“On your back. I want to see you.”
She flips and I make my way up the bed to her.
“Is it okay that I don’t want foreplay tonight? I just want you, Cam.”
I grind my cock against her, happy to finally find friction. “Let me grab a condom.”
I reach over her and retrieve one from the drawer of her nightstand. Once it’s on, I line up and push in. She’s so warm and slick, I need to pause, my forehead pressed to hers, my eyes closed.
Her fingernails drift up and down my back and it makes me shiver. “I love how full I feel when you’re inside me.”
“It’s so fucking good, Katie.”
I start with slow strokes, kissing her neck, swallowing her moans. Then it feels too good and my hips move faster, our kisses turn messy and frantic.
“Cam,” she whispers, arching into me, her breath catching when I push deeper. “God…yes.”
I’m usually the calm one, but nothing about this—about her—lets me stay composed. Not when she’s soft and open beneath me, not when she grabs the back of my neck and says my name like a prayer.
“Fuck, Katie, you’re doing so good,” I breathe against her mouth, and the way she tightens around me tells me she needed to hear it. That she needs me.
Her eyes flicker open, bright and determined. “Cam…take it off.”
I still. My hand braces beside her head, my heart thundering hard enough I feel it in my throat.
“Take what off?” I ask, even though I already know, I need to hear her say it.
She cups my jaw, thumb brushing my cheek like she’s steadying both of us. “The condom,” she says softly. “I’m on birth control. And we’re married, so, maybe we can stop using them?”
My pulse kicks.
“Right,” I say. “That’s…yeah.”
A breath leaves her like relief. “I want you bare.”
The words hit me in the craziest way. Trust, intimacy, a step I’m hoping she wouldn’t take if this were truly casual. It knocks something loose in me.
I nod once, slow. “Okay.”
I pull out just enough to slide the condom off and toss it aside. And when I sink back into her—bare, unshielded—my breath shatters in my chest.
Holy hell.
She gasps, grabbing my shoulders. “Cam…”
The sound of my name goes straight through me. The connection is deeper, hotter, impossibly intimate, and it’s all I can do not to break apart from the sensation of her body welcoming me.
“Jesus, Kate,” I groan, burying my face against her neck. “You feel incredible.”
