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"I love you."
He goes completely still, freezing in place.
So I whisper it again. "I love you."
"Jesus," he says, his voice thick, rough with emotion. He wraps his hands around my waist and pulls me up into his arms. I lay mine over his shoulders, allowing him to slide me off the ledge of the hot tub and back into the water with him. He sits with me draped over him like a blanket.
His lips touch my forehead and then my eyelids. His breath is a painful rasp in his throat and he's trembling. "Tell me you meant to say that," he whispers as if he can't believe it was intentional. Silly, beautiful man.
"I love you," I say again, forcing my eyes open to look at him. His eyes are so full of heat and hope. God, I've never seen him look so fierce and so vulnerable at the same time. "I love you, Gray."
"Fuck," he breathes, his forehead touching mine as pure joy fills his expression. He rests there for a minute, just reveling, I think. And then he pulls back to look at me, cupping my face in his palm at the same time. "Te amo, querida. I love you."
His words fill me with a sense of peace I've never experienced before this moment. Tears well in my eyes and then slip down my cheeks. He kisses them away, lifting me up at the same time until I'm hovering on my knees above his erection.
"Take what's yours, Camila," he demands, his eyes at half-mast as his lips meet mine. I taste myself on him, but I don't care. I kiss him until we're both writhing in anticipation, bothdesperate for more. "Ride me. Let me feel that perfect cunt wrapped around my cock."
"I…Help me," I whisper, shifting positions. I have no clue what I'm doing, but I'm eager to learn if he's the one teaching me. His cock drags against my clit, pulling a moan from deep within my chest. Every inch of me feels overly sensitive, but in the best way possible. As if I can feel him everywhere.
"I've got you," he promises, reaching between us to grab his erection. He helps me guide it to my entrance, groaning when I notch him there. "I'll teach you everything you need to know."
My heart beats a frenetic rhythm, nervous energy pinging through me. I have no idea how he's going to fit inside me, but I'm excited to find out. Everyone says their first time hurt, and I'm not looking forward to that part when he's as big as he is. But I want this. I want him.
"Slow, slow," he croons when I sink down and immediately gasp.
It doesn't hurt, exactly. But it's not comfortable either. I feel my body stretching to accommodate him and it burns. The burn quickly turns to an ache as I sink lower, taking more of him. I bite my lip to contain a sob, trying to keep it to myself. He sees it though. Regret flashes in his eyes, his expression searing me.
"Breathe,querida," he whispers, running his hands up and down my sides. "Breathe for me."
I suck in a deep breath and let it out on a cry when he yanks me down on him, tearing through my hymen in one quick motion. It hurts like hell, yet I feel bliss too.
"I'm sorry," he apologizes, kissing all over my face again. "I figured fast was better than slow. Breathe, Camila. Fuck. I'm an asshole."
"You're n-not," I cry, digging my nails into his arms. I squirm, trying to find a comfortable position but there isn't one when he's inside me. "Why are you so big?"
"Ah, angel. You'll like me that way soon," he says through a miserable chuckle. "Sweet Jesus. It shouldn't be possible to feel this good while you're crying. Relax for me."
I suck in another deep breath, chasing his lips with mine until he stops apologizing and kisses me. He wraps his arms around me, holding me close to his chest as his lips work with mine. Once again, he makes it feel like the first time. The pain dulls and fades as I get lost in his kiss. My body relaxes, the pain quickly becoming nothing but a distant memory.
And then I revel in how good it feels to be connected to him like this. We're in our own world, far removed from everything outside these four walls. He's not Gray Larsen, hockey superstar. I'm not his publicist. We're just Gray and Camila, two people bound together in ways neither ever suspected was possible.
"God, I can't believe you're real," he whispers against my lips. "You're so damn perfect, angel. My heart feels like it's going to beat out of my chest right now. My dick aches. God, he aches."
"Then m-move," I say. "Show me how."
"Are you sure? Am I hurting you?"
His worried questions make me smile. No, he's not like Derrick Lovelace. He's like no one else in this entire world. And he's all mine.
"You would never hurt me," I say.
"Never," he vows, sealing it with a kiss. And then he groans against my lips. "I'm never getting another fucking thing done. Not now that I know this perfect little cunt exists. I'll be in it every minute of the day, trying to get you pregnant."
I freeze as soon as he says it. "You're not wearing a condom."
"No," he says, notching his hands around my waist. "I'm not. But you don't really want me to wear one anyway, do you? I felt the way your cunt locked down on me when you said it, Camila. I felt how wet you got too."
"No," I moan, writhing on him.
