“Don’t worry, Cam. We’ll make it work.”
“Did I say that out loud?” I question. He chuckles while he prowls closer to me. I take a hesitant step back. I’m not scared; I just don’t know what to expect.
“Baby, I’d never hurt you, and if we don’t have sex, we don’t. We’ll wait until you’re ready,” Easton promises.
“I’m ready, just nervous.” With that, I turn around and crawl up onto the bed. The hiss of breath he lets out tells me he likes what he sees. I’ve never felt this bold before, always trying to blend into the background. With Easton, though, I feel sexy, confident, and he’s right; our souls yearn for each other.
Once I’m lying back on the bed, Easton crawls up between my legs. I spread them open as he gets to me until his face is even with mine, and I can feel his cock laying in between the lips of my center.
“Feel me. Let your body get used to mine.” His lips find mine, and our movements are slow at first, my body sinking in pleasure, one slow kiss at a time. I feel the head of his cock hit my clit, and it causes me to rock my hips, both of us working together. When he licks down my throat to the center of my chest, I think he’s going to continue down. He surprises me by finding my nipple. His lips close around the already pebbled bud. I didn’t think it could get harder, but when he hollows out his cheeks, sucking it into his mouth further while rubbing against me, I swear I see stars.
“Easton.” My hands fist his hair, holding him to me as he wraps my legs around his waist. Then he moves to my other nipple, doing the same thing. My body is on fire. Easton moves his lips down the length of my body, going lower, so low that I lose his length between my legs. I mourn the loss, but when his tongue takes its place, it has me needy again.
His tongue laps at my clit, and he engulfs my whole center. I feel a finger at my entrance, and it reminds me of the first time he made me orgasm in his truck. I throw my head back, fisting my own hair this time as he teases me.
“I’m going to make you come, and then I’m going to come deep inside you.” His voice is husky with need.
“I want that, so much.” My hips rock, wanting his tongue back where it was. When I feel him suck my clit into his mouth while he moves his fingers in and out of me, my pussy clenches down, and I come.
“Oh God,” I scream out. The sensation is overwhelming, and tears leak down the sides of my face. My body is shaking, and I’m mumbling under my breath how amazing Easton is. Even I can hear that between the deep lungful of breaths I’m taking.
“You’re okay, Cam. I have you.” When I open my eyes, I see his face and the smirk playing on his lips. I know he has me, but I can see the part of him that knows he was the one that caused the best feeling I have ever felt. Knowing me, I probably told him that in a prayer while I orgasmed.
“I know you do. It’s what I love about you so much,” I admit.
“Baby, I could tell you everything I love about you, but it would take weeks for me to go through the list. I want you to know this, Cam; I love you,” Easton admits.
“I love you, Easton Reid.” My voice is just above a whisper. Our lips meet, and we’re kissing deeply. My body is so relaxed when I feel the head of his cock press into my center. I don’t tense up; instead, I relax more. I know Easton would never do anything to hurt me, not purposely, at least.
“You ready?” He pulls away from my lips, and our foreheads meet, eyes locking. I nod my head, breathing out, “Yes, make me yours.”
I thought Easton would plunge in hard and fast after that, but he didn’t. Instead, he slowly inched in until he reached my barrier. “This may hurt, but I promise I’ll make it as good as I can for you,” he guarantees.
He isn’t wrong about the pain; my whole body locks up. “It’s okay,” he coos. His thumb finds my clit, and the overwhelming sensations start to take place. When he feels me relax the hold I have on his arms, that I somehow unknowingly placed there, he starts to move his hips. I wrap my legs back around him, wanting our skin to touch in every possible way.
He pulls most of the way out until only the tip of his cock is inside me, teasing me with the pressure he’s applying on my clit before he slides back in. This time, I rock my hips along with his. I want to make him come like he’s made me. Easton is always making sure I’m taken care of, and this time I want to be the one to make sure he goes over the edge. I clench down on his length, and he groans, his head tipped back. Our bodies are slick with sweat as our hips move together seamlessly, our gaze holding one another’s as we make love.