“But I like this bed,” I argued as he came down over me, bracing himself on his forearms.
“I’ll buy you a better one.”
He leaned in and kissed me deep, sliding his tongue along mine in a smooth motion before pulling away and sucking my bottom lip into his mouth. My hands went to his hair as his mouth moved down my chin, and I arched my neck as he slid further down, running his lips against the skin of my throat.
“I love your skin,” he murmured as he reached my collarbone. “Love the way you smell.”
His eyes met mine for just a second before he tucked his chin and licked around my left nipple, teasing and teasing it before finally pulling it into his mouth. My hips arched off the bed at the jolt of sensation, and one of his hands slid down my side so he could anchor my hips to the bed.
“So pretty,” he said, moving to the opposite nipple to give it the same attention. The hand on my hip went on the move again as I pulled my knees up to grip his waist, and within a moment, he’d burrowed his hand underneath my thigh and was sliding his fingers over my wetness.
My entire body curled inward in response, and my mouth met the warm skin of his shoulder just as his fingers reached my clit. I think I made some weird sound in the back of my throat, but I wasn’t sure, because all of my focus was torn between the teeth gently biting my nipple and the fingers playing between my legs.
“Like that?” he asked happily, pushing his face between my breasts as his breathing grew heavy. “I wanted this to last all fuckin’ day, but that’s not happenin’.”
His head lifted, and his pupils were so dilated that only a small amount of blue shown at the edges.
My breathing grew choppy as two fingers slid down, notching at my opening before sliding in with one smooth thrust. No hesitation.
I pulled my legs higher on his sides.
I’d had sex before—even good sex. I liked sex, but nothing in my experience had ever come close to the way I felt with Cameron. It was as if everything was magnified because I loved him so much, and because I could read every emotion on his face, I didn’t have a moment of self-consciousness. He liked every movement of my hips against his hand, and every shuddering moan that came out of my mouth—and it showed.
Cam moved up my body, his fingers still sliding in and out, until his face was right above mine. As his hips settled between my thighs, he pulled his fingers out slowly, completely cupping me for a moment before bringing his hand to his mouth.
Then he slid his fingers between his lips and moaned as he sucked them clean.
My heart beat fast in my chest as his hand gripped my jaw, but I jerked my hips away as I felt the end of his cock at my opening.
“Condom!” I blurted out, my eyes wide.
“I’m clean,” he assured me, pressing forward.
“Stop!”
My frantic urging must have finally sunk in, because he completely froze above me.
“I’m not on birth control.”
“What?” His face was a mask of confusion. “Why the fuck not?”
“Because none of it works right,” I explained, my face growing red. I really didn’t want to discuss it with him. “I tried everything.”
“You got pregnant?” he asked through clenched teeth.
“No! Jesus.” His nostrils flared as he waited for me to explain myself.
“I bleed all the time, okay? It doesn’t matter what type I try to use, it screws up my hormones and I just have my period constantly. Plus, the hormones make me batshit crazy—I cried constantly, about nothing.”
“Is that normal?” he asked, his voice softening.
“It’s not abnormal—it’s just a thing. It happens to some women.”
His body seemed to deflate at my words and his forehead dropped to rest on mine. “Shit.”
“It’s not a big deal, we just have to use condoms.”
“Didn’t want anything between us,” he grumbled, leaning down farther to kiss me gently.
“No glove, no love.”
“Can we just—”
“No.”
“I’ll pull out.”
“You won’t get in,” I replied seriously.
I was not prepared to be a mother.
“Okay.” He sighed loudly, and I chuckled as he pulled back and reached for his jeans lying on the floor.
Within a minute, he was kneeling back above me, rolling a condom on.
“Thank you.”
“You’re not welcome,” he replied with a half-smile, his eyes shining.
“Someday, okay?”
“No worries, Sweetbea.”
He lifted my legs, hooking my knees at his elbows as he leaned forward to kiss me.
Then he pressed inside.
My eyes slammed shut and my entire body tightened in response.
“Shit, Bea. Relax,” he choked out.
“I’m trying!” My voice was all wobbly.
“Hey,” he crooned, rubbing his lips over my cheeks and eyes. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s been a while.”
He let out a long exhale, then was suddenly no longer on top of me, but gripping the backs of my thighs and pressing his mouth against my pussy.