Page 113 of Already At Risk
“So good, Natalie.” His rough, broken whispers hit my lips like little kisses. “I just need you to know that you’re so good.”
For the second time in less than a few minutes, I found myself blinking back tears. What was happening? I hadn’t expected this, hadn’t expected any of it. I wasn’t used to sex beingfun. I wasn’t used to sex beingemotional. I wasn’t used to feeling any way during sex exceptusedandbarelysatiated, and Cameron was destroying those ideas, all at once. And I had no idea how to handle it.
“So good,” I whispered back because all I could do was repeat Cameron’s words, which were true. I might not understand the feelings swirling in my chest, but I also knew that all of it was trulyso good.
My walls began to tighten, fluttering around his cock with every drive inside me, the rhythm and the pace pushing me to an edge that was both familiar and foreign. The intense, constricting sensation in my core felt so much deeper than I’d ever experienced before, and I grabbed Cameron’s shoulders in preparation, feeling like I needed something to hang onto. I couldn’t simplystay stillany longer, and when I started rocking up to meet him, Cameron encouraged it, a pleased expression overtaking his features.
He’d wanted me to hold out until I couldn’t anymore and then take everything, and that was exactly what I was doing.
“Cameron.” I was begging at this point. I needed more from him. I needed everything from him.
And he gave it to me with a growl, slapping his hips against mine—again and again and again until I was panting for air, not even caring if I didn’t get it. I’d happily go without the ability to breathe if it just meant reaching the high that I wassoclose to finding.
“Let go,” Cameron demanded through clenched teeth. “And let me fucking hear you,” he added, giving one final push of his cock.
And that was what did it.
It wasn’t that I needed his permission, but Iwantedit. I wantedhimto want it, I wanted to hear that this was another thing that he cared about—experiencing my pleasure.
To say Cameron cared was likely an understatement.
When I screamed along with my climax, a shaking, crying mess, tears finally releasing and streaming down my face, Cameron didn’t take his eyes off me. I could barely see anything, my vision blurring, but I saw him. Saw the way his gaze worshiped me, saw how his jaw clenched, and pupils dilated, and bottom lip slid through his teeth. I heard the way he groaned loudly, enthusiastically, and then let himself go a few seconds afterward.
He tipped his head back, almost like watching me was too much to bear, and he slowed his thrusts, working us both through our orgasms until we were overstimulated, twitching, unable to take any more.
Cameron slid out of me with a regretful look on his face, but then a promise came out of his mouth, almost as though reassuring himself, or maybe both of us, that this wasn’t the end. That this was just an intermission.
“That’s nowhere near the last time we’re doing that tonight,” he murmured and then dropped to press a kiss to my forehead and then to my right cheek, wiping away the tears that had fallen on them.
For some odd reason, it felt like the most intimate thing we’d done all night.
“Do we need to talk about these?” he asked, moving to the left cheek to do the same.
I shook my head. Perhaps I should feel embarrassed that I’d cried the first time he fucked me, but surprisingly, I didn’t. Cameron spoke in such a matter-of-fact tone, one that harbored no judgment.
“It was…a lot,” I said. “In a good way.”
He smoothed my hair away from my face and the stickiness on my forehead.
Again, maybe there should be embarrassment, but no.
“As long as it’s in a good way.”
I didn’t know how to tell him that it was in the very best way.
Actually, it was in a way that I wasn’t sure I’d ever recover from. A way that felt much too big and overwhelming, considering what we’d agreed upon.
So I just nodded.
“In a very good way.” I swallowed hard, my mind spinning. “I just…”
“What?” Cameron breathed when I paused.
“Is it…always that good?” I found myself asking, unable not to. “Have I really?—”
I bit down on my lip, unable to get myself to finish the thought, but I suspected he understood.
Even when I’d considered things to be good with Korey and me, it wasn’t like that. Nowhere evenclose. Had I really spent a decade misunderstanding what I could expect out of sex?
