Unable to hold back any longer, I thrust harder and faster. The full length of my dick glided in and out of her, slick with her wetness. It was my turn now. My chance to allow her to makemecome. The desire and thrill of it was almost more than I could stand.
“Can I come inside you?”
“God, yes,”she grunted. “Come in me, Nate. I want it.”
“Fuck,” I moaned, drawing the word out as I crashed into her.
Tension formed deep in my balls, each thrust making it expand further up my cock and into my pelvis. Sweat streamed off my body and mixed with Cameron’s as my chest slipped over her back.
“I’m coming!” I cried as ecstasy started to explode through me.
Wave after wave of pleasure cascaded through me as I spilled into her. Cameron lifted her ass up to meet my final thrusts, milking every last ounce from my body. Within seconds, I finished and collapsed beside her, my body covered in sweat and heaving as I panted.
For several moments, Cameron lay there, face down and breathing heavily. Finally, she turned her head. “That was amazing.”
I patted her ass lightly as I drew in huge gulps of breath. “It was.”
Rolling toward her, I kissed her again. This kiss was more tender, less frenzied than what had come before. A tender and emotional connection that seemed to drag on forever. We lay like that for a long time, kissing and touching each other. Somehow, madly, I felt my cock stir again.
“Come here,” I whispered.
“You can’t be serious,” Cameron said, then glanced down at my hardening cock.
Without answering, I pulled her on top of me and entered her again.
“Jesus,” Cameron gasped.
It wasn’t as frenzied or desperate this time. We savored each other with tender touches and sweet kisses. It was the closest we’d come tomaking love. I needed her in a way I hadn’t ever needed anyone before. It was like being with her completed me. Made me whole. I wanted her, had to have her in every way I could imagine. Anything to scratch the itch that clawed at my soul when she was around.
Cameron grinded her hips slowly against me. I wrapped my arms around her, splaying my hands on her back and kissing her as we moved together.
Even more than previously, the outside world vanished. She and I made up the entirety of reality. With an achingly drawn-out slowness, we both drew near a final and far more emotional climax.
“Look into my eyes,” I panted. “I want to look into your eyes when you come.”
Cameron raised her head and pinned her gorgeous dark eyes on mine. Our bodies rocked together, but our eyes stayed locked together. In a cascade of grunting and moaning, we came together. The connection from that intense pleasure while looking into her eyes was intoxicating me, and even as I moved my hips to finish, my inner wolf let out a long howl of happiness.
At last, fully spent and exhausted, we collapsed against each other again.
“I can’t go again,” Cameron muttered against my chest. “You broke me.”
“Fair enough.” I pulled her against me and stroked her back. We dozed off for a while as our bodies recovered.
“What was it like to move to Canada from Mexico?” I asked hoarsely, wanting to know more about her life before I met her.
“Hmm,” she grunted. “Weird. That’s the first thing I’ll say about it. Imagine everything you’ve ever known getting flipped on its head.” She looked up at me. “It was for the best. I knew that. Zamora wasn’t a safe place to stay. I only wish the rest of our family could have come with us. When we got here, it was tough. Unlike in the States, there aren’t many Hispanics in Canada. I looked different, and for a long time, Ifeltdifferent. It’s hard to explain.”
“No, I get it,” I said. “Sort of like being a lone wolf. Everyone gives you weird looks, and they don’t really know what to say or how to say it. Hopefully, they weren’t as mean and bigoted toward you as shifters can be toward me.”
Cameron sighed and ran a hand across my chest. “It gets rough sometimes. There’s a few douchebags at work who always like to ask if I eat burritos for every meal, or when I’m going to bring them intamalesor something. Onerealdick asked me if I needed a husband to get citizenship. I went straight to HR about that one.”
A growl rumbled through my chest. I wanted to shove that douchebag’s head right up his ass.
“What a prick,” I said once I’d gotten myself under control.
“Yeah. So, I guess we have more in common than we realized.” Cameron rested her chin on my chest. “I guess that’s both good and bad. Good to have more of a connection, but bad that it’s because we’ve dealt with bullshit.”
“True.” I brushed my hand through her hair, letting it glide around my fingers. It was so soft, almost like silk.
