Page 64 of Hard Rock Sin
"So demanding." He stroked a hand through my hair, tilting my head up to meet his eyes. "We don't have to. This was enough."
"No, it wasn't." I was aching and pulsing. I needed him inside me. "I'm not scared anymore. I want you."
I popped the button and pulled down the zipper. That stiff length nearly fell into my hands. I reached inside and pulled him out.
My eyes went wide as I took in his size. I swallowed hard, starting to get second thoughts.
But the velvety smooth skin under my hands made my inner walls clench down with need. I stroked up and down experimentally. Cameron groaned. He kicked off his jeans and boxers in a hurry. He turned over and reached into the bedside table, opening the drawer and pulling out a square foil packet.
"I know I didn't put those there," I said.
"With the kind of parties I throw, I make sure each room is fully stocked."
He rolled over and pinned me beneath him. I spread my legs to make room for him. I could feel the tip just at my entrance, blunt and unyielding. I held my breath, my eyes squeezing shut without thinking.
"Hey." Cameron stroked my hair with soft fingers. I opened my eyes to meet dark blue. His pupils were blown wide open with need. "You still sure?"
Even in this position, even with us so close, he still took the time to ask.
My heart thumped madly in my chest. My eyes threatened to tear up. I pulled him down into a desperate kiss, tongues battling, hot and wet.
"I'm sure," I breathed into his mouth. "Fuck me."
He groaned and tightened his grip in my hair. "Say that again."
I flushed, but complied. "Fuck me, Cameron."
"You're going to be the death of me, Angel."
Our eyes locked as he slid himself inside me. He went just as slowly as he had with his fingers. Slow enough to drive me crazy.
I was thankful for it. I struggled to accommodate his size, panting in short gasps. I wriggled and shook as my insides fluttered around him.
When our hips finally met, I let out a breath. I'd taken him all. I'd been wondering whether I could or not.
This was it. I was no longer a virgin.
And Cameron was my first.
The thought sent my heart soaring. I was so high on the feeling I didn't even realize Cameron had stopped moving.
His face was lined with something almost like pain, eyes narrowed and dark. His body was tense, trembling with the effort to keep still.
I shifted my hips, pulling him closer.
"You can move," I told him.
With a low grunt, he pulled out and pushed back in. More sparks of pleasure shot through me, even better than when he'd had his fingers inside me. The stretch of him, the burn of it, was at once pleasurable and painful and the combination made my head spin.
Cameron returned to kissing me, devouring my mouth. He thrust his tongue between my lips with the same pace he thrust his hips, mimicking the motion.
I rocked my hips in time with his. The two of us moved together in a fluid rhythm, coming together then moving apart, over and over again, the pleasure building between us.
"So fucking sweet," he murmured into my mouth. "Angel, you have no idea what you're doing to me."
Our speed increased as we both began to reach our peak. I could sense he was close when his length pulsed and hardened even further inside me.
Cameron pressed his thumb down on my clit and rubbed in circles. It was enough to send me over the edge again.
