“Good girl,” he says between strokes. “That’s it. Let go.”
My body arches, every nerve alive, and I dissolve under him, shattering with pleasure while his mouth keeps me anchored, keeps me his.
I collapse against the pillows, breathless. My thighs still tremble. Cameron wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, then climbs onto the bed beside me.
“You’re beautiful like this,” he says, brushing hair from my face. “Breathless. Flushed. Mine."
His words make me shiver.
He kisses me slowly, letting me taste myself on his lips. Then he pulls back, eyes dark. “Are you ready, Tara?”
I swallow hard. “Yes.”
He slides a hand between my thighs, fingers gliding through the slick heat he created. “You’re so wet. Perfect for me.”
The head of his cock presses against me, firm and unyielding.
“I know you're apprehensive. I’ll go slow. If it’s too much, tell me. I’ll stop.”
I nod, my heart pounding.
He pushes forward a fraction. Pressure burns low in my body. My nails pull at the sheets.
“You’re doing so well,” he whispers, kissing my temple. “Relax. Let me in.”
Millimeter by millimeter, he eases deeper. My body stretches around him, strange and overwhelming—but not unbearable.
His patience keeps me grounded.
Then he’s fully inside me. My breath catches. The fullness is shocking, almost too much.
“Look at me,” he says softly. His eyes hold mine, steady as the sea. “Tell me what you feel.”
“I… I feel you,” I manage, voice trembling. “All of you.”
A slow smile curves his mouth. He draws back, then sinks in again, so careful, so measured it makes my chest ache.
The discomfort fades, replaced by something else—heat, pressure, pleasure blooming deeper with each stroke.
My hips lift instinctively, meeting his. He groans, low and rough. “That’s it. Take me. Good girl.”
The rhythm builds, slow at first, then stronger. My body adjusts, opens for him. The pain dissolves into something molten, something I crave more of.
I wrap my arms around his shoulders, clinging. “Don’t stop,” I whisper.
He thrusts deeper, harder. His mouth finds mine, kissing me fiercely, as if he could brand me with his lips as much as his body.
Pleasure crests faster than I expect. My back arches, a cry tearing from my throat. He follows me over the edge, groaning my name as he spills inside me.
I collapse against him, every nerve still sparking. My chest heaves, trying to catch air, but his arms are already around me. Strong. Steady. Holding me like I might break.
For a long moment, neither of us speaks. Just the sound of our breathing, our hearts beating against each other.
Finally, Cameron brushes his lips across my hair. “How does it feel to be my woman?”
“You need to ask?” I say lightly.
His laugh is soft, low. “Good. That’s all I wanted. For your first time to be good.”
