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“Are you really sure you want this, Cammi? No regrets?” Vin asks.

“The only thing I will regret is if you don’t touch me right now. Please don’t make me wait any longer.” I moan when his fingers finally slide through my folds. I’m so wet, so ready for him.

It’s him. He does this to me. I didn’t have a libido for the past year. And now, all of a sudden, I feel like I’m on fire. My hands land on his chest, moving up and across his shoulders, then down to his arms.

“Oh god.” My knees wobble when Vin rubs his fingers over my clit.

“You’re so wet.” He pushes those two fingers inside me. “Fuck,” he hisses as he pumps them in and out.

Our lips find each other. And my arms circle around his neck, while his free arm wraps around my back, holding me both upright and in place as he fucks me with his mouth and fingers.

“I need you to come for me, Cammi. Come. Show me,” Vin growls. He pulls back, his eyes roaming all over my face. He’s always loved watching me when I come.

Who am I to deny him what he wants? I grind down on his hand. I can feel it. I’m so close. Moving my hips in rhythm with his hand, I find my groove and chase that feeling until I dive right over the cliff. I scream his name and my knees give out, but he keeps me upright, supporting my entire weight.

“So fucking beautiful,” he says.

Chapter Thirty-Five

Ithink this is the closest I’ve ever been to feeling like a kid on Christmas day. I literally have my single wish right here. In my arms. Cammi. Watching her come apart in pleasure is the best fucking thing I’ve ever seen. It’s like coming home after a really long time away.

My cock is rock fucking hard, and I know this is going to be embarrassingly quick after twelve months with just my hand forcompany. “I should apologise now,”I tell Cammi as I lift her and she wraps her legs around my waist.

“For what?” she asks, her back hitting the tiled wall.

“For this being really quick. It’s just, ah… been a long time.”

“Vin, I don’t care. Just fuck me already.”

Pressing her body harder into the wall, I shift her weight and free my hand. Then I line up my cock with her entrance. “You want this, right?”

“Yes,” Cammi groans and uses her legs to push herself down onto me. “Oh god.”

She so fucking tight, so good. And then a thought hits me and I stop. “Wait.” I don’t know if we should be doing this. “We should wait. Talk to a doctor first. What if it’s not safe, Cammi? What if it’s bad for your heart?” Fuck, I need to be more careful with her. I can’t let us get lost in the passion if it’s going to impact her heart.

“I swear to God, Vin, if you don’t start moving, I’m going to go insane. My heart is fine. I’m fine. I promise,” she says. “I’ll tell you if I start feelingnot fine.”

“Okay.” I begin to move again, slowly. I can’t fuck her roughly. I’m too fucking scared of hurting her. So instead, I take my time. My lips trail up and down her neck. “I love you,” I whisper into her skin as my cock slides in and out of her cunt at a gentle pace. I fucking love being inside her.

“Please,” Cammi moans.

“What do you need?” I ask her.

“You. Always you,” she says.

“You have me,” I tell her before capturing her lips with mine. I can feel myself on the edge. I need her to come again. I might be quick. Like I said, it’s been a really long fucking time. But I’m not an asshole. I want her to find her release before I combust.

Moving my mouth away from hers, I kiss my way down her neck. “Are you going to show me again, Cammi?”

“Mmm.” Her head falls back against the tiles. My hips circle as I grind against her. And then her legs tighten around me. “So close,” she moans.

Picking up my pace slightly, I feel her pussy clenching, pulling me in every time I slide out. Until she squeezes me so damn tight I have to pull out while she’s still coming. My own release spilling all over the outside of her cunt.

I rest my forehead against hers. “Are you okay?”

“Best I’ve been in a really long time,” she says breathlessly.

I haven’t been able to stop looking at her. She’s fucking beautiful and she’s here. In my bedroom. “You need to eat,” I tell Cammi for the third time. I’ve been trying to convince her to come downstairs for dinner.

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