I just lie back and surrender to the slow burn of her.
Cami shifts her hips, sliding down until her heat grazes the thick length of me. My hands find her waist, my grip tightening as she takes me in, inch by torturous inch, her wet pussy swallowing my cock whole, slow and sure, like she’s claiming me.
She exhales as if it’s a relief. Like we’ve been building to her riding me all damn day.
My head tips back against the pillow, a growl scraping from my throat as she rolls her hips, delicious and deep. “Fuck,” I mutter. “You feel like heaven.”
Nails rake up my chest, claiming my shoulders.
Hair tumbles around her face, lips parted, her breath catching each time she sinks down.
Eyes locked on mine, she’s watching, absorbing, as if committing all to memory. Every groan. Every grind. Every hard inch of how much I want her.
And God, I’llalwayswant her.
She leans in, hips working in that slow, devastating rhythm, her mouth brushing mine.
A ragged whimper slips free. “Knox…I-I’m gonna come—hard.”
I slide my hands to her ass, guiding her deeper, holding her like I’m afraid she’ll vanish before the sun comes up. “Let go, baby,” I whisper, thumb circling her clit. “I’ve got you.”
She rides me harder, perfect, round tits bouncing, breath turning ragged, chasing her release like she’s trying to hold onto something that’s already slipping away.
And when she comes, head thrown back, thighs shaking, every part of her unraveling above me, it’s the most goddamn beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
Seconds after, I come undone, my hips lifting as I spill into her, lost in the slick heat, the breathy gasp she makes as I grip her hips and hold her there.Cami, a broken sound on my lips.
She collapses onto me, breath hitching, damp skin sticking to mine. Her cheek presses to my chest, right over my heart, where it’s pounding out a frantic rhythm she probably feels, too.
Wrapping my arms around her, I hold her to me like I never want to let go.
Because I don’t.
Not now.
Not tomorrow.
Not when she gets on that plane.
For a while, we just breathe, our hearts kicking against each other in the quiet.
Then I feel a tremor against my ribs, wet warmth on my chest.
I pull back to see her face.
“Cami…” I breathe out. “Hey.”
She shakes her head, brushing at her cheeks. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m crying.”
I tip her chin until her gaze meets mine. “Talk to me.”
“I’m scared.” Her lip trembles. “Of leaving. Of wanting you this much.”
“Baby…”
“I don’t want to lose this,” she admits, the confession snagging on a breath. “But I don’t know if I can carry it into real life without breaking something.”
“Then don’t carry it.” I press a kiss to her temple, breathe her in. “Just hold it. There’s no pressure.”
