Our mouths collided as he fucked me with his fingers, and I moaned, whimpered,beggedfor more. Every noise I’d been told to hide spilled out like a confession.
“Please,” I whispered. “I want—I need?—”
“I know.” At last, he pushed my knees toward my chest, then pressed the head of his dick to my slick hole. When Cameron was finally inside me, each glide unhurried and perfect, I groaned.
“Fuck, I can feel every inch of you.” I clutched at his back, pulling him closer, needing him deeper. “More. Please— please?—”
Cameron groaned into my neck. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
He moved, slow at first, then building, each thrust syncing with my breath, my moans, the quietplease please pleasethat I couldn’t keep inside me.
“Oh—God—Cameron?—”
Cameron bit gently at my neck. “Louder.” He thrust deeper. “I want to hear you.”
I broke, and the sounds that fell from my lips were raw and devastating. I tightened
around Cameron, pulling him in hard, meeting every movement, shaking with pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.
I arched up, gasping his name, and he whispered into my ear.
“You’re perfect like this.”
I sobbed, not from pain but relief, and pulled him closer. “Don’t stop,” I begged. “Please… don’t stop.”
Cameron thrust deeper, slower, kissing me through every tremor. And when I came, I cried out, loud, wrecked…
He groaned, thrust once, twice, and came inside me, collapsing over me, shaking, his breathing harsh and shallow.
We lay entwined in each other’s arms, sweaty, trembling, our chests heaving.
“I didn’t know it could feel like that,” I murmured.
Cameron laughed, and I felt it all the way through me. “Ditto. This could easily become my second favourite thing to do.”
“What’s your number one?”
He kissed my damp forehead. “Having you inside me.”
I lay in his arms, feeling whole, feeling wanted.
Loved. Safe.
And I didn’t want to lose this.
“Don’t leave.”
Cameron pulled me tight against him. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Now I believed him.
Chapter Thirty
Theo
The sectionaround Cameron’s painting was crowded, and I was trying not to combust every time someone looked at the nude portrait. But each time it happened, I felt Cameron’s fingers brushing against mine, grounding me. I could hear the unspoken words.
I’ve got you.