"Try to relax, baby," I whisper, entering her pussy with the tip of my dick.
She takes a deep breath, welcoming me. I give a kiss on her neck and move a little bit farther. Her belly tenses, and her pussy grips me more brutally.
"You're so tight," I groan, unable to believe I'll be able to fit into her.
"Keep moving," she urges me and grabs my ass, digging her nails in my butt cheeks and slightly pushing for me to go deeper.
I do as she says and enter her more, closing my eyes at how good it feels.
I feel like I could already come again, even though I'm not even entirely inside her yet.
I enter her pussy more, and she holds a breath, biting her lip. I keep moving, leaning over to place a kiss on Cami's neck. I feel her pulse under my lips and move deeper. She cries out, trying to swallow her pain.
"Don't fight it," I say, tracing a kiss over her neck. "Tell me when, and I'll enter fully."
"Oh, gosh, aren't you fully there yet?" she huffs, and I smile.
"No, baby, but we can stop any second," I whisper, unsure if it's true. She's so fucking tight that it's hard for me just to keep moving.
"Now," she says as she pushes me hard. I succumb, entering her wholly. She cries out, louder this time, her nails scratching my back. She bites me, her teeth penetrating my shoulder as my dick penetrates her.
I've never felt anything even close to this. Being bare inside of Camilla makes sex different. I feel every inch, every cell in my body, and all of them want her and only her. We're making love.
"Move," she says after a couple of moments, and I start doing as she says.
I look down at Cami and see that her eyes are closed; she bites her lower lip, but the immense pain has already passed, and her body is finally relaxed in my arms. She starts breathing again.
I keep moving, at first slowly, then more. I kiss her mouth, and she moans, gripping my length in her hole like a champ.
When I feel her start to move her hips, I begin to move faster, more confidently, taking her hips in my palms and riding my dick into her.
Cami cries out again, this time out of pleasure. I increase my speed, even though I'm afraid to come first because of how good she feels. I just can't restrain myself. I want to keep moving; I want this feeling never to end; I want to be inside herforever.
Cami wraps her legs over my waist, and I feel her pussy start pulsating, squeezing my dick even harder. She's coming.
She screams my name before holding a breath again and exploding in my arms. Her pussy pulsates, wrapping my dick, milking it with her honey.
I fall to my elbows, unable to stay still as I feel ropes of cum start shooting from my cock right into her pussy.
This feeling is so good, so intoxicating, and unfamiliar when I feel how my cum spreads into her pussy, that it makes me come, and come, and come until the last drop.
Her pussy relaxes around my dick, but it is still half-hard when I pull out. Our bodies are wet and glittering in the moonlight as I lie on the right side of her, exploring her beautiful, satisfied face with a barely visible smile. Her eyes are closed as she tries to catch her breath.
"I love you," I whisper, and she opens her eyes immediately, looking directly at me. "Please, don't say anything. I just wanted you to know I was serious when I said it. It wasn't a whim or the heat of the moment. I mean it. I know you have to deal with your stuff first; I don't expect you to say anything..."
"I love you, too, Antoine," she cuts me off, speaking barely audibly, and I almost feel like I've imagined it. "I fell in love with you after that first kiss in the library."
We stare silently at each other for a couple of minutes until I feel like our bodies are dry. I lean for a sheet and cover us with it, wrapping my arms around Cami.
In a minute or so, she falls asleep while I watch the moon in the small cabin window, unable to believe that life can change this fast. One moment you don't know this person exists, and the next, you can't imagine yourself living without them.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CAMILLA
When I open my eyes, I need a few moments to realize where I am. Then I smile widely, remembering the previous evening, night, my birthday gift.
The fairy tale is real; it didn't go anywhere. I exhale with relief.