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He grinned at me. “I need you.”
I nodded. “Yes.”
He reached into a desk drawer and retrieved a condom. There was the tear of foil, and then he sheathed himself.
He pressed a kiss to my nose and then my mouth. “Going to come for me again?”
“If you’re lucky.”
“I have you, don’t I?”
There was no arguing with that. At this moment, I was unequivocally his.
Then, he took complete control. He rotated me, bending me forward at the waist. As his fingers explored my core, slicking through my wetness, anticipation tore through me. He stroked in and out of me a few times before aligning the tip of his cock with my opening.
He slid in roughly, meeting no resistance, and I gasped at the pure bliss of him.
He must have been barely holding himself back because as soon as he was inside of me, he unleashed. He was fierce and unrelenting. I could barely keep up with him pounding inside of me. I reached back for his hand, and he laced his fingers with mine, using the other hand to grasp my hip and leverage himself deeper into me.
Everything mounted as desire turned to a hazy, disoriented need. I built up to an insurmountable cliff, and all I had to do was hit that peak and fall over the edge. Campbell held me there as he worked himself to the same point.
I squeezed his hand. The increased tempo of my moans urging him on.
“Don’t stop,” I gasped.
“Fuck,” he said.
Then, I dropped, plummeting into the great nowhere. And he followed me. We cried out together. Passion and pleasure releasing all at once. Until there was nothing left. Until I was utterly spent.
Campbell slumped forward over my body. “Fuck,” he gasped. Then pressed a kiss to my shoulder.
As he withdrew, I shuddered all over at the loss of him in every tender and sensitive bit of my body. He tossed the condom as I curled into a ball on the bed. Then, he crawled in after me, cradling me against him.
“You’re perfection,” he whispered into my shoulder.
I rolled over to look at him. With my hand on his cheek, I stole another kiss. “Don’t go.”
He drew me in closer. “I’m right here.”
And I wanted nothing more than to believe him.
Part IV
Tightrope
22
Campbell
Blaire was still in my arms the next morning. I’d had her several times before we passed out, utterly exhausted sometime in the early hours. And yet I woke up, starving for her.
“Babe?” I murmured against her bare skin.
I kissed her shoulders, shifting lower to press a kiss to her side, stomach, waist.
“Mmm,” she muttered incoherently. She reached for me in her sleep, and I kissed her again.
“Babe?”
Lower. Still lower.
She groaned but said nothing.
I hooked one of her legs over my shoulder as I settled myself between her legs. My body ached for her in a way I hadn’t remembered was possible. When I thought about me and Blaire in high school, I’d always assumed it was just the rush of hormones that made everything so intense. No one had known about us, and we had been insatiable.
And now, here I was, all this time later, and I still couldn’t get enough of her.
If I had it my way, she’d be in my bed every night. No panties ever again. Just like she was now as I buried my head between her legs. I licked gently at her clit and spread her lips with my fingers. I stroked at her opening to find that she was already wet for me.
Had she been dreaming about us? Or was she still wet from everything that had happened last night? Either way, I liked it and wanted it for always.
“Babe,” I muttered again as I worked her clit with my tongue.
Her eyes slowly fluttered open, and I met her gaze as I slid two fingers inside of her. She came fully awake then as I stroked her body.
“Oh. Ohhh,” she gasped. “I thought I was still dreaming.”
“What were you dreaming about?”
“You.” Her mouth opened on a moan as I fingered her again and again. “You were inside me.”
“We can remedy that,” I told her.
I licked her one more time before grabbing another condom and sliding it over my already-aching and heavy cock. I’d woken up hard. Clearly, I’d been dreaming the same dreams.
I scooped her up into my arms as I fit our bodies together like a puzzle. She arched into me as I slid deep into her.
“Campbell,” she groaned.
I kissed her. “I like the taste of you on my lips in the morning.”
She shuddered, a blush coming to her cheeks. “You’re dirty.”
“I don’t hear any complaints.”
“And you won’t hear any.”
I had her cradled against me. Our bodies moved to a perfect tempo, as if following the buildup of a song. Our fucking was the only music I needed right now.
