Cameron is watching me as if he’s terrified. His plush lips are turned down into a frown, and paired with his wild blond hair and furrowed brow, he looks so sweet and frightened that I’m almost nauseous with want and sympathy.
“Cameron,” I draw slowly, climbing onto the bed to settle between his spread legs as I pull off my robe. “We don’t have to do this. I know you’re still figuring yourself out, so we can wait on penetration if you’d like.”
He watches me for a moment, seemingly weighing something within himself. There’s tension in his body—he’s almost vibrating with it, and I want to rub soothing circles down the expanse of his soft skin just to comfort him.
But I don’t. I let him think.
After another long, excruciating moment, he says, “I… I don’t knowwhatI am or how anyone around me will react if I’m not… well, like everyone else. But I do know that I want you. That I’vealwayswanted you.”
This declaration, this promise, is the most delicious thing I’ve ever had the honor of digesting. I knew he was watching me any chance he could get for years, but knowing he spent that entire timepiningis so perfect. So sweet.
“Then you can have me,” I tell him, but this time my voice lacks confidence. In fact, the only thing it’s portraying is how infatuated and touched I am.
Cameron smiles. It’s a soft, happy smile that tells me I’ve just made his night as easily as he’s made mine.
“And,” I continue, pouring some lotion into my hand and smearing it over the fingertips of my pointer, middle, and ring fingers. “It doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks. As long asyou’rehappy, then nothing else matters. You’re still Cameron, the same as you were before, whether or not you take dick.”
Stormy gray eyes fill with tears as he stares up at me, once again taking his bottom lip between his teeth. I can see that what I just said has affected him—how it’s comforted him.
“I’m not… less?” he asks quietly, a small gasp following his words as I loosely fist his cock again.
“Less of what?” I press. “Less of a person? Less of a man? Lessnormal?”
“All… all of it,” he breathes, fists clenching the duvet as I circle his rim with my wet fingers.
“No. You’re notlessof any of those things. After I take your ass and pound you so hard it feels like you’re coming for ages, you’ll still be just as amazing, just as much of a man as the next guy,” I insist. “You’llalsobe very sated.”
Cameron whimpers quietly, a soft sound I so rarely get to hear from him, and he nods just once.
“Now,” I say, “Time to stop talking logistics and get you ready to take me.”
With that, I begin pushing my finger inside of him.
Having already fingered Cameron once, he sort of knows what to expect. As I work him open, brushing that sensitive spot inside of him every other thrust, he pants heavily and bears down, taking the pain with the pleasure as his eyes clench shut.
Watching him swallow my fingers, stretching and accommodating me constantly, is so insanely hot. So surreal that I have to keep flicking my eyes to his face just to reassure myself that he’s real. That he’s here.
And as he loosens enough to take all three of my fingers, clenching around them as if he’s begging for more, I know the main show is about to start. That I’m about to get exactly what I want and feed him exactly whatheis desperate for.
“Are you ready to surrender, sweetheart? Are you ready for me to bury myself in the deepest, most precious part of you?” I murmur into his stomach, running my tongue over the bruising.
Over the proof that someone else has touched him—marking it with my own presence and erasing the pain.
“Yes,” Cameron whispers, lashes trembling as he keeps his eyes clamped shut.
They don’t stay hidden for long; as I lotion my aching length and notch my head to his entrance, pushing in just enough to pop through the tight ring of muscle, he gasps, and his eyes widen.
And in them, lightning cracks. Thunder resonates throughout the room. I can feel his lust and his shock in them. It doesn’t matter that I warned him; he seems absolutely awed by the feeling of my length sliding in inch by torturous inch.
AndIam on the verge of screaming, of needing something to punch or dig my teeth into, with how overwhelmed with sensation I am.
I’m not necessarily new to sex, but sex withhim?This is a whole new experience.
“G-god!” Cameron chokes out, his thighs twitching as I hit the halfway mark.
“You can do it,” I assure him, feeling sweat bead down the side of my face as I fight not to slam home.
“But it’s so much,” he complains, face red with effort as he takes me.
