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TWENTY-SEVEN
BLAIR
Cam dropsthe condoms on top of my nightstand and crawls onto the mattress, my gaze falling to his erect cock, quietly marveling at its size. He is probably the biggest guy I’ve ever been with and Travis was no slouch. He just didn’t know what the hell he was doing. We were so young, so inept.
And Randy? He was flat out selfish in bed.
Not that I need to think about my exes during a moment like this, but it sort of can’t be helped. The other two I’ve been with were random hookups. One over the summer when I was feeling lonely and ended up just feeling used.
Sex makes things so complicated most of the time. And it’s never as great as I hoped. At least, until I started messing around with Cam.
Now it’s all I can think about. Everything he does to me, everything he says, even when he just looks at me…sends me into this pre-orgasmic, blissful state. When he demanded I touch myself earlier, I knew I would. It had been hot, stroking myself while he watched, his gaze tracking my every movement. I felt powerful in that moment. Like I could do anything and he’d approve.
The feminist in me should rise up and boldly state that I don’t need this man’s approval, but it’s so much more than that. Even when he’s telling me what to do, I feel…powerful. Like a woman whose man is completely enthralled with her.
That’s heady stuff, knowing Camden Fields, campus legend and quarterback of the football team, is in my bed. Currently on top of me, his championship-winning hands running up and down the outside of my thighs, making me shiver. I reach out for him, cupping his beautiful face between my hands, staring into his eyes. His touch slows, coming to a complete stop and resting on my hips, and I drift my thumb across his cheek, smiling at him.
“This is going to be so good,” I whisper.
“I’ll do my best,” he says, full of sudden modesty, but I know the truth.
He will do whatever it takes to ensure I have my orgasm before he has his. He is the furthest thing from selfish, and I know, without a doubt, that it’ll be better than good. Most likely earth-shattering, if I’m being real right now, not that I want to say that out loud to him.
No need to freak him out.
Cam dips his head, his mouth finding mine, delivering a sweet, tongue-filled kiss that is slow and delicious. He takes his time with me, his hands wandering, mapping my skin. I release his face and slide my hands down his back, running my fingers over his muscles, enjoying the way they flex beneath my fingertips. His body is absolute perfection. Strong and capable and all mine to touch and explore.
But our slow, savoring moment turns into hurried, frantic touching, and I’m suddenly too eager to feel him move inside me to want to linger much longer. Instead, I’m reaching for him, curling my fingers around his cock, bringing him where I want him, dragging just the head against my wet center. He nudges my clit and I moan, the sound swallowed by his greedy mouth, until he eventually breaks the kiss, slapping my hand away from him while he leans over and grabs one of those condom packets, tearing the wrapper open.
I rise up on my elbows to watch him roll the condom on, my lips parted as I take in his thick shaft. The vein that runs down the side of it. The flared head that was dribbling with pre-cum. I lift my gaze to find he’s already watching me, his fingers still wrapped around the base of his shaft. He gives himself a stroke and something tugs deep at my core, wishing I would’ve asked him to touch himself in front of me.
Next time, I think as he repositions himself, coming down over me, his face in mine. He kisses me and I keep my eyes open, running my hand over the side of his head, my fingers sinking into his soft hair. Everything about this man is beautiful.
I’m starting to realize his heart is beautiful too.
His cock probes, seeking entry, and I lift my hips, eager for the same. He guides himself inside my body, filling me with just the tip at first, pausing and hanging his head. Breathing deep. Like he needs to regain some semblance of control.
Like the greedy girl I am, I tilt my hips, sending him deeper, and he groans. His eyes are tightly closed and there’s a vein throbbing in his forehead. The man looks like he’s going to lose it at any moment.
“You feel so fucking good, B,” he whispers, his voice harsh.
“You’re barely inside me,” I protest, wiggling beneath him.
He clamps his hand on my hip, keeping me in place. “Stop moving. You’re going to make me come too fast.”
I make him feel like he’s going to lose control and that knowledge is powerful too. I savor the sensation of his fingers pressing into my skin, pinning me in place, and I wait breathlessly for him to start moving again.
With a deep, even breath, he pushes his way inside me, inch by delicious inch, until I’m full to the very hilt. We go still the moment we’re fully connected, his breathing matching mine. I’m staring at his face, smiling when he opens his eyes, his arm curved around the top of my head, his fingers in my hair. We don’t say a word to each other, but he dips his head, his mouth finding mine in another one of those slow, sweet kisses. Communicating to me without words that he cares.
That this moment means something.
Oh God.
He starts to move, slowly at first, that delicious drag of his cock pulling almost all of the way out of my body before he pushes back in, making me moan with his every thrust. I run my hands down his sides, curving them around the hard muscles of his ass, pushing there. Wanting him as deep as I can get him.
Soon enough, we lose all patience, our bodies moving in tandem, our pace increasing. Until we’re both straining, his hand slipping between us, his fingers toying with my clit, sending shivers up and down my spine. Our skin is sweaty, slapping against each other, and he presses his forehead against mine, swallowing hard before he begins to thrust with earnest. It’s a steady, unrelenting pace that sends me closer and closer to the edge, my orgasm hovering just on the horizon…
And then I’m reaching for it, just…right…there…
