Page 133 of Cold Feet
"But I'myourpain in the ass," he said, pulling me closer, hands spanning my waist.
"Yeah," I agreed, standing on my toes to kiss him softly. "You're mine."
The kiss deepened naturally, as if our mouths were made to fit together, our breaths synchronizing into one rhythm. I could feel Cam's heart pounding against my chest, echoing my own rapid pulse. His hands, strong and confident, slid down my back, tracing the curve of my spine and sending wave after wave of anticipation through me. His body, his breath, his scent were completely intoxicating.
We stumbled toward the bed, our bodies pressed tightly against each other, robes falling away. Cam's eyes never left mine, the intensity of his gaze making my breath hitch. He reached for the hem of my Slashers jersey, slowly pulling it up and over my head, his knuckles grazing my skin and leaving trails of fire in their wake. He tossed the jersey aside, his eyes widening in delight as he took in my teal bra – team colors, a little surprise just for him.
"Perfect," he murmured against my skin as he dipped his head and left a trail of kisses from my now-exposed collarbone down, down, between my breasts.
His fingers traced the edgeof the lace, a feather-light touch that made my nipples harden in anticipation. He leaned in, his breath hot on my skin, and licked one taut peak through the fabric, drawing out a gasp from deep within me. He took his time, lavishing attention on each breast, his tongue and teeth teasing me until I was arching into him, desperate for more. Until I could feel the hot dampness between my legs, my body aching for his touch.
With a swift motion, he unhooked my bra, freeing my breasts to his hungry gaze. He cupped them, his thumbs circling my nipples, making me moan with pleasure. I reached for his pants, my fingers fumbling with the button in my haste. He helped me, shrugging out of them quickly, revealing the spectacular hard-on that had been pressing against me. I wrapped my hand around him, feeling the velvety softness of his skin, the rigid heat of his desire. He groaned, his hips thrusting forward, his body responding to my touch.
We tumbled onto the mattress, urgent and tender. But the desperation from earlier had transformed into something softer, more precious. We lay facing each other, our hands roaming over each other's bodies, exploring every curve
"Nice color choice," he murmured, fingers tracing the lace hearts of my teal panties, his fingers teasing me mercilessly, gettingthiiiiiis closeto where I wanted them.
"Go Slashers," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper, as Cam's fingers traced hearts on my skin, sending shivers down my spine. His touch was electrifying, awakening every nerve ending, making me hyperaware of his presence, his warmth, his scent – intoxicating and dizzying. I could feel his breath hot on my neck, his heart pounding against his chest, echoing my own racing heartbeat.
His hands wandered lower, exploring every curve and contour of my body as if it were a terrain he'd memorized but still marveled at. I could feel the rough callouses on his fingers, a testament to his strength, contrasting with the gentleness of his touch. My breath hitched as he trailed kisses down my collarbone, his lips soft and warm. I could feel the dampness between my legs growing, my body ready and eager for him.
"I want you inside me," I whispered, my voice thick with desire. Fire ignited in his eyes, a raw hunger that matched my own. He leaned down, his lips brushing against mine in a passionate, all-consuming kiss. His mouth moved to my hips, playfully pulling at my panties with his teeth. Ever so slowly, he began to pull them down, his mouth grazing my skin from my hip to my toes as he did so. The sensation was exquisite, a mix of pleasure and torment that left me gasping.
With a sense of urgency, Cam's eyes never left mine as he hurriedly removed his own briefs. His desire for me was evident and unashamed, and it sent another wave of heat coursing through me. He lowered himself onto me, his hard, muscular body fitting perfectly against my soft curves.
Cam's gaze locked onto mine, the intensity in his eyes reflecting the deep longing we both felt. Our breaths mingled, each inhale and exhale a shared, intimate rhythm. He gently brushed his lips against mine in a tender, lingering kiss that promised more. I arched my back, my body yearning to be closer, to feel every inch of him. As Cam entered me, it was with a slow, deliberate movement that made me gasp. His cock filled me completely as our bodies joined seamlessly, as if we were made exactly for each other. This was more than physical; it was an emotional surrender, a raw and primal expression of the love we'd been denying ourselves and each other for too long. His tender touch spoke volumes, whispering promises of forever. The bond between us was palpable, a frequent and vibrant current that ran through every touch, every glance, every breath. I could feel his heart beating against my chest, his breath hot on my face. He made love to me slowly, gently, his eyes locked onto mine.
We moved together in a rhythm that was ours alone, a dance that was both passionate and tender. Each touch, each kiss was a testament to our love, our longing for each other. I could feel my body tightening, my release building with each thrust.
Cam's gaze held mine as we moved together, our bodies synchronized in a rhythm that felt as natural as breathing. Each touch, each kiss, was a testament to the love we'd confessed to each other. The room was filled with the soft sounds of our shared breaths, the rustle of sheets, and the distant hum of the city outside.
I could feel the tension building within me, a coil of heat and desire that tightened with each thrust. Cam's hands roamed over my body, tracing familiar paths that lit up every nerve ending. His lips found mine again, this time in a kiss that was slow and deep, filled with a passion that was both fierce and tender.
"I love you, " he murmured against my lips, his voice rough with emotion. "I love you so much."
The words sent a shiver down my spine, pushing me closer to the edge. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer, needing to feel every inch of his skin against mine. "I love you too, Cam. Always."
Our bodies moved faster, the rhythm growing more urgent. The coil of tension within me tightened almost painfully, and then, with a final thrust, it snapped. Pleasure washed over me in waves, each one more intense than the last. I cried out, my fingers digging into Cam's muscular triceps as I rode out the storm.
Cam followed soon after, his body tensing as he found his own release. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his breath hot against my skin. We lay there for a moment, our hearts pounding in sync, our breaths slowly returning to normal.
As the haze of pleasure began to fade, I snuggled into the warmth of Cam's body pressed against mine, the gentle rise and fall of his chest, the comforting weight of his arm draped over me. This was where I belonged – here, with him. No matter what happened with Montreal, no matter what challenges we faced, I knew that as long as we were together, we could overcome anything.
Eventually, Cam lifted his head, his eyes soft with affection and exhaustion.
But exhaustion was winning. I could see it in the way his eyes kept trying to close, the way his breathing was evening out.
"I'm so tired," he admitted, pulling me against his chest. "But I don't want to close my eyes in case this is a dream. In case I wake up and you're gone again."
"It's not a dream," I assured him, pressing closer until there was no space between us, skin to skin. "I'm here. We're here. And I'm not going anywhere."
"Promise?" His voice was slurred with approaching sleep.
"Promise." I pressed a kiss to his chest, right over his heart, feeling it beat strong and steady under my lips. "Sleep, baby. I'll be here when you wake up."
"Did you just call mebaby, Cupcake Queen? Now look who's violating the 'ol no pet names rule..." he said groggily.
"Shhhhh."
