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It takes me a minute to adjust to his presence. When I think I’m ready for more, I say, “Now.”
Camden’s hips move, driving him deeper, and I let out a hoarse cry. He freezes.
“Too much?” he asks.
“N-n-no, oh, fuck, Camden, please, I need…”
Once again, I can’t quite articulate what I need, but he understands anyway. He thrusts deeper, taking his time, until at last he’s all the way inside me.
I thought I’d want him to hold me down and fuck me into the mattress, now that we’re finally here. I thought that would be what he wanted, too, but he surprises me by running his thumb across my bottom lip and moving in slow, deliberate thrusts.
“Please tell me you like this,” he whispers. “Please, tell me this feels as good for you as it does for me.”
I nod, then part my lips to suck his thumb into my mouth. “It’s better. Better than anything. You’re so big. It… it’s a lot. But I want all of it. I want you.” My voice breaks, and so does he.
Camden moans, and his pace increases. I clench around him, turned on by his obvious desire for me as much as the rest of it.
“Dot—fuck—Dot, I can’t—I need—” He buries his face in my neck. “Please let me have this. Let me come inside you. Let me feel it.”
I suck his thumb deeper into my mouth, and he cries out. I feel him pulse inside me, cock throbbing through the condom, hips stuttering in helpless rhythm. His whole body goes taut, then slack—like he poured every last piece of himself into me.
He doesn’t pull out. Just stays there, trembling, forehead pressed to mine. “You wreck me,” he whispers. “Dot. You always have.”
We lie there, locked together, limbs entwined. I let my eyes drift shut. According to Ye Olde Internette, I should get up to pee as soon as possible. Yes, I did my homework.
But not yet. In a minute. I want this moment to last as long as possible. I want to keep him like this. Heavy on top of me, inside me, undone and real. Not simply a moment. Ours.
I want to cherish the culmination of our first time, knowing with hungry certainty that it won’t be our last.
Chapter Fifteen
Camden
Now that Dot and I are finally fucking, it’s like we’re trying to make up for lost time. Over the past month, we’ve done it in beds, on couches, in the shower, on the floor of her kitchen—once while cookies were burning in the oven. She laughs when I beg, whimpers when I praise her, moans when I eat her like it’s my last meal. I’ve come from just grinding against her ass while she teased my neck.
She’s jacked me off under a blanket while we pretended to watch a movie. I’ve fingered her in the front seat of her car, on a dark street, while she bit down on my hoodie to stay quiet. I didn’t know sex could be this fun—this filthy. But with her, it’s everything. And now, kneeling behind her on the couch, watching her legs shake while I tongue her like I’m starving? That might be my favorite yet.
But fuck, it is so worth it.
“Cam!” Dot’s voice cracks as I drag my tongue up the center of her soaked pussy and close my mouth around her clit.
She’s bent over the back of my couch, ass in the air, panties bunched around one ankle, and her thighs are trembling so hard I have to grip them to keep her steady. I alternate between long, slow licks and tight, suckling passes over her clit—every flick of my tongue makes her jolt, gasp, beg.
I’m hard. Painfully so. I palm myself through my boxers, but even that’s too much. The moment she moans my name—half sob, half command—I nearly lose it.
I bury my face deeper, tongue fucking her, hands gripping her hips like they’re all that’s anchoring me to the earth. Her taste is salt and heat and Dot. I could die here.
She sobs, “Stop, stop, Cam—I can’t—seriously, I’m gonna fall—”
I force myself to pull back, panting. One hand stays on her thigh, steadying her as she melts over the back of the couch.
“Jesus.” Her voice is full of grit. She’s laughing, breathless, flushed. “That was so good. You’re so good.”
“Anytime.” My voice is ruined, too.
I stagger upright. My boxers are soaked. I press a hand to my groin to hide the mess, but Dot’s eyes flick down and widen.
“Wait… did you come?” She grins, awed. “Just from that?”
