Page 39 of Can I Tell You Something?
The audio ends, and he gently pulls my earbud free, tucking it back into the case alongside his. He places it on my bedside table and drops a kiss to my forehead, then another on my cheek.
We’re done? We can’t be done.
That can’t be it. If I was home alone, I’d hit play immediately and listen on repeat for the rest of the day.
“More?” he whispers, ever so quietly against my ear, and I nod eagerly.
He takes my hand from where I’ve been gripping my pillow and guides it down to the front of his pyjamas so I can feel what all of this has done to him. He’s thick and warm, a solid weight in my hand. I explore him through the soft material and watch his eyes drift closed.
He pulls a condom from his pocket and holds it between us, a silent question I answer with a softyes, slipping my fingers into his waistband to help him undress. There’s an empty yearning between my legs as I watch his cock spring free. I stroke my fingers down the sides of his stomach, through his soft curls, then wrap my fist around the base.
Judging by the expression on his face, he’s having a pretty hard time keeping himself quiet, so I stroke firmly, payback for everything he just put me through. Not that I’m complaining. Only a fool would complain about the kind of orgasms that shift your entire soul out of alignment.
Sweeping my thumb through the bead of pre-cum at his swollen tip, I spread it around then bring it to my lips. How many nights have I spent dreaming of tasting him?
Cameron drops his head and kisses me gently, reaching down between us to replace my hand with his as he rolls the condom on and guides himself into me. There’s no resistance, just an exquisite stretch and a sense of everything in the world settling into place.
His eyes flare and his mouth opens, so now it’s my turn to keep him quiet. I press my palm to his mouth and he kisses it through a smile. He takes a second to let me adjust to the size of him, but then I’m rolling my hips, pushing up into him to spur him on.
He starts slowly, but every muscle screams as he builds, fucking me into euphoria. He shifts, flipping us over, taking me with him as he scoots up to sit against the headboard. My knees settle into the mattress on either side of his hips. Together we pull my t-shirt up and all the way off, his mouth seeking my aching nipples.
His hands reach behind me, cupping my ass and lifting me just enough that he can thrust up into me. My nails dig into his shoulders, my temple pressed against his as he pistons in and out. I focus on his breath, hot on my neck, as the pressure builds again.
Cameron drops me, and I squeak at the fullness, pausing before rocking back and forth, riding him as hard as I can, grinding desperately. His hands come up to grip either side of my face, angling it to one side so he can whisper up close. “I’m so close for you. Come on my dick, Hannah, I know you want to.”
His hand drops between us, thumb finding my most sensitive spot at the place where our bodies meet. All it takes are two slippery strokes, the stretch of him filling me, and his words in my ear, for me to shatter again.
I lose control of my rhythm, but Cameron catches me, gripping my hips, pushing and pulling me as I ride out my orgasm on top of him. He presses his lips together, his eyes do the same, and then he’s crying out my name on a silent scream as he thrusts, stills, flexes, and falls apart beneath me.
Beautiful.
Hot, gorgeous, sexy as hell, obviously, but beautiful, too. Cameron’s face is lit up, chest rising and falling underneath my palms as he catches his breath. There’s so much to say, but somehow we don’t need to, even if we could.
Two years of aural foreplay have led to this moment, and I know now I’ll never be the same.
I climb off, pull my t-shirt back on and roll to my side. Cameron deals with the condom then settles beside me, his arm reaching for the covers behind me to pull them over my rapidly cooling body.
“OK?” he mouths, and I nod. Better than OK.
“When did you record that?” I whisper as quietly as possible.
“This afternoon,” he says back, his mouth close to my ear. “Your mom and Ryan were in the hot tub, so I didn’t have long, I’m sorry. I had to whisper in case they came back inside.”
“How can you be sorry? That’s the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me. The whispering made it even better.”
“I wish I could stay here with you,” he says, stroking my damp hair back from my face. I can only look up at him with longing for the impossible.
“Me too.”
He peppers my face with tiny kisses. I want to fall asleep in this bliss, but he breaks the spell. “I should go.”
“I’ll come with you and go to the bathroom so it doesn’t sound like someone leaves and doesn’t come back.”
We tread lightly along the hallway, opening the bathroom door and his door at the same time. We say our silent goodbye, hands reaching across the hallway for one final, electric touch.
Our festivities start with breakfast tomorrow, but I go to sleep feeling like I already got the best Christmas present of all time.
Chapter 24
