I open my mouth to plead with him to fill me with his cock, but I don’t need to. He’s at my entrance before I can speak.
“Deep breath for me, Simone.”
I draw in as much oxygen as I can.
Camden holds my gaze as he thrusts into me.
I gasp. The stretch is tremendous. It burns. But it also feels…right. Like he’s inside me. Duh. He is inside me. And it makes me feel closer to him.
“Breathe out, baby.” His voice is clipped. “You need to take another one for me. Breathe through it. The pain will ease in a minute.”
I obey him, focusing on deep breaths in and out. Finally, I’m able to relax my pussy. I hadn’t realized I was gripping so much around him.
He releases a breath at the same time and smiles. “I thought you were going to strangle me. I didn’t know a woman could squeeze her cunt that tightly.” He holds himself aloft on his elbows and cups my face, stroking my cheeks with his thumbs.
He stares at me for a long time, not moving.
I’m overwhelmed with emotion. It’s like I’m overloaded, and it can’t get out. I want to tell him I love him, but it doesn’t feel like the right time. I don’t want him to mistake my feelings for something I just blurt out in the heat of the moment while I’m filled with his cock. I should tell him out of the blue when there are no outside influences that might cause him not to find my words credible.
But there’s pent-up energy inside me. It needs release. If only he weren’t being so darn sweet, holding my gaze, touching me so gently, not moving his cock.
Shit. Tears stream out of my eyes. I can’t stop them. Ugh.
Camden’s brows furrow. “Am I hurting you, baby?”
I shake my head. “No. I’m… I’m j-just s-so happy.”
He lowers his face and kisses me sweetly. “My girl. She needs an orgasm while I’m spanking her, and she cries while I’m fucking her. How can I keep up with all these odd reactions?”
I sniffle.
He wipes my tears away with his thumbs. “Don’t hold back, baby. If you need to cry, let it out.”
I suck back the tears, shaking my head.
“Simone…”
“Who c-cries while th-their man is m-making love to them?”
He shrugs. “It doesn’t matter who else does. What matters is that you do. I think it’s kind of beautiful. If you need to cry, cry. Especially if you’re happy. If you’re in pain, then I want to know.”
I shake my head. “I’m happy.” I swallow. I really do not want to keep crying right now. My clit is throbbing against the base of his cock. “Please… Do it again.”
Camden gives me another sweet kiss before easing almost out of me and back in. His face is tight. He’s holding back. I’m sure he needs to come. He’s probably needed to for hours. I would say days, but I suspect he has masturbated, even though he refused to let me touch myself.
“Again.”
He thrusts harder this time. Deeper.
The breath leaves my lungs. “Ohhh…” Holy hell. It feels so good.
“Yeah?”
“Camden…”
“More, baby?”
“Yes, Sir.” My fingers hurt from squeezing the rungs of the headboard, and I release them and bring my hands to his shoulders. His muscles bulge. I love the feel of them under my fingertips.
