Page 62 of In You
She whines, shaking her head some more and bringing her hand to her mouth, her eyes welling up with tears that overflow. As we lock eyes, she shakes her head again. I'm lost in how emotional this is for the both of us, not having realized she'd be a crier during sex.
I cup her breasts in my hands, squeezing her nipple. Looking down as her hand leaves her mouth to wrap around my wrist instead, trying to tug me off of her. "You're so beautiful, sweetheart. So fucking sexy." I roll her nipple, and then frown when a heart wrenching sob shudders through her body.
She slaps her hand to my chest and pushes.
I take her hand, thread our fingers together and gently hold it down to her pillow.
"Why're you crying, baby?" I gasp against her lips, still thrusting through her wiggling, and squirming. "Feels too good?" I lean down, kissing her plump, kiss-swollen mouth. The fluttering of her pussy around my cock lets me know she's close, and I want nothing,nothingmore than to witness this woman's pleasure in all her glory. I want it like the air I need to breathe.
She closes her eyes and puts both of her hands to her face, crying in earnest now.
I go completely still at the realization that something's really, really wrong. Understanding I'm triggering her, I lay my forehead to hers, and even though it hurts, I also lay my chest against hers.
"Look at me, Camilla," I say gently, waiting until her eyes pop open. "I'm not him. I won't hurt you. You're safe with me. Wrap your arms around me, baby."
Her eyes go wide, and her lips quiver as her eyes squint a little as if she's trying to understand what I'm saying. After a second, she loops her arms around my neck. As we work to settle even deeper into each other, I keep my movements slow so she won't feel threatened, and slide my fingers into her hair, cupping the back of her head.
"I'm your savior, remember? I won't let anyone hurt you." My own words bolster my self-confidence as they swell in my psyche, making me really believe them. My eyes narrow. "I wouldneverhurt you.I won't let anyone hurt you, my love."
I begin to move us, pressing my lips to hers in a soft kiss. I take my time with her, not playing with her body. Not being rough like I usually would a woman. No, I keep my hands cupped to her head, and my lips to hers, our eyes locked as we rock together nice and slow.
Her breath picks up, her pussy flushes warm, and the color comes high in her cheeks. "Nothing's ever made me feel the way you do," I admit quietly, hoping she can see the truth in my eyes.
Hers widen, but she stays silent.
Relentlessly I go on and on for endless minutes, not even bothering to race to an orgasm. No, I'm too interested in basking in the pleasure of us being together. But after a while, her body squirms under me, her hips begin to push against mine, and her legs restlessly smooth up and down my torso as she attempts with everything in her to reach for her pleasure.
I roll my hips a few more times, and when she tips over on a low moan, it's so sweet and gentle that I come over with her, watching the tears flowing down her temple, wetting her hair. I bring a hand up, and rub down the damp strands tenderly.
"That's right, baby. I'm right here. I'll work you through it. I promise."
"Caleb!"she moans my name like a reverent prayer, her eyes so open and trusting that the rush of pleasure that follows is enough for me.
My cock swells and jerks inside of her, and I let out a low groan, refusing to take my eyes off her as I empty my seed into her body.
"I'm falling in love with you," I whisper just as her eyes shut and a whimper escapes her lips.
Her pussy throbs around me, and she relaxes into the bed, but I refuse to let her go. I'm still hard, so I shift us until we're on our sides, hike her leg higher on my torso, and begin to rock us again. And again.
And again.
I love her deep into the night, letting her into what's left of my heart. Giving her myself.
And she gives me hers, too.
23
Hello
Caleb
Istartleawakeacouple hours later to a cold room, and see it's still pitch dark outside. A quick glance at my phone tells me it's four o'clock in the morning, and I can immediately tell Tamryn's not in bed. I swing my legs over the side of the mattress, on an incredible emotional high after the intimacy Camilla and I just experienced, and smile, pulling on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt to go look for her.
There's a light shining through the crack in the bathroom, but she's not there, nor is she in her bedroom or any of the rooms off the hall. So I head to the living room.
Looking towards the dark archway at the end of the hall, my muscles twitch hard as my body tenses with anxiety.
I frown, wondering if she's going to be in the living room watching television. That's not like her…Could she not sleep after what we shared? Did we move too fast? My anxiety swells as I begin to berate myself for telling her I was falling in love with her.
