“Oh shit I’m…I need…I.” I panted the words, but nothing sounded coherent.

“You’re almost there, baby, just let go.”

His words were my undoing. A burning low in my stomach exploded into an array of feeling. I cried out as he continued thrusting into me. The tremors wracking my body were uncontrollable. My legs were scissoring, and my head thrashed on the pillow. I bit down on my lip so hard I could taste the metallic of blood. I could feel my inner walls pulsing and gripping him as each wave washed over me. Coming down from the high, little shocks still shook me, causing me to shiver. His fingers were still inside of me, and he moved them infinitesimally. I reached down and encircled his wrist to hold him still.

“St-stop,” I stuttered, my body trying regain some control.

He chuckled a please sound. “That was one of the most incredible things I’ve seen.” He gave a little wiggle.

I moaned loudly. Popping my eyes back open I glared at him. I squeezed his wrist harder to try and make a point. I attempted to pull him out of me, but I knew it would just send me back into convulsions. “Don’t move. Sweet Jesus, please don’t move. Not yet, I need a minute.”

The look of wonder in his eyes was something to behold. It wasn’t that he was seeing me for the first time, but it was more like he was seeing me in a new light. Kissing me on the tip of my nose, he moved down and licked the nipple that was closest to him. Oh shit, what was this man doing to me? My tense muscles were just loosening, and his simple movements were building me back up.

“Ready for more?” he asked, as he sucked the tight bud into his mouth.

“Fuck, don’t stop.” My back arched toward him.

He lifted himself up to come over the top of me, his fingers still in place. Camden gently slid them out, and I flinched with the small wave of pleasure it sent through me. Glancing down I watched as he stroked his cock once, twice, a third time before looking up at me through his dark lashes. I swallowed hard. He brushed the smooth head up and down over my clit, coating himself in my fluid.

“You’re fucking glistening, Keegan. I wish you could see what I see right now. Your hair all over my pillow. Your bright blue eyes looking up at me with such an innocence that makes me want to shatter the little world you’ve been living in. And fuck…this fucking amazing body that I can’t seem to get enough of.” He pushed the tip of himself into me and stopped. “Hold on.”

Hold on to what? When I noticed that his control was slipping, I reached up and held on to the headboard. With one sudden drive forward, he slammed into me. I screamed his name as pleasure and pain tore through me. Camden’s body came down and he held himself up, hovering with his hands braced on either side of my head. He withdrew himself slightly before he rammed forward again. The steady rhythm was something that took no time for my body to adjust to as he did this over and over. I could already feel the climax building low in my stomach. Rocking my hips I brought them up, trying to match him thrust for thrust. The sheer size of him had me feeling so full and stretched, that if he were any bigger, he wouldn’t fit. I already felt tight around him. Each rocking motion of our bodies brought him in deeper. My mind was completely lost. There was no room, no bed, and no covers, no anything. It was just Camden. I was unequivocally enraptured by him. If he stopped now, I was certain I would die. He was in my every breath, my blood pulsing through my veins, the sweat dripping off my skin. I was consumed.

My whole being was reeling, ready to float away from another impending orgasm, when he sat back on his knees and lifted my hips in the air. My lower back was off the bed while the top half of me still rested where it was. Camden had a sheen of sweat across his brow that glinted off the moonlight coming through the window. I watched as a drip of perspiration traveled down his magnificent chest to his navel. If I wasn’t stuck like this, I’d lean forward and lick it off his incredible abs. His rough fingers dug into my hips. Somehow, with this new angle, he was able to get deeper than before. His relentless movements brought me right back to the brink of explosion. His crown was rubbing so aggressively against my g-spot that dark specks were forming in my eyes. My ears were ringing, and I felt like he was fucking me senseless.

He groaned deep in his chest. “Your pussy is so tight. Fucking made for me. You’re mine. Tell me you’re mine.”

He wants to talk? Like right now? I couldn’t even form a full thought, let alone have enough air to breathe out a sentence. My fingernails clung to the sheets and the swinging of my breasts with his thrusting was almost my undoing. I was about to fall over the edge when he stopped. I was panting hard. If he hadn’t been holding me down, I was certain I’d take a swing at him for pulling back.

Gritting his teeth he said, “You know what I want to hear, Keegan.”

I twisted my head back refusing to look in his intense eyes. Maybe if I just reached down and used my own fingers with him still inside me I could give myself a decent orgasm. I was right there anyway, wouldn’t take much work. I started to do just that when he snagged my hand and paused my movement.

“No fuckin’ way Blue. You get your pleasure only from me. Now say it.” I couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled up my throat. The action caused my pussy to clench around him because he let go of my hip, my butt resting on his legs, and he fell forward with a groan. He said a string of curse words, and I smiled.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” I cupped my ear.

His head snapped up and the vicious look he gave me made me shut my mouth. Oh, he was on the verge of coming just like I was, but he was torturing both of us. Bastard.

“I’m not fuckin’ around Keegan.”

He reared back till he almost fell out of me, and I swore I’d cry if he left me like this. Being that I was so close to what would likely be the most mind blowing orgasm of my life, I figured I’d pick this fight another time.

I brought my free hand up to his cheek and brush my fingers across his warm skin. “I’m yours Camden. Just yours.”

His eyes never strayed from mine. He rocked forward and seated himself back inside me. I sighed with relief. I continued to watch him as he slid in and out in a punishing pattern. We were both so worked up before his movement had subsided that it didn’t take long for me to get back to the moment of ecstasy. A few more pushes. When my vision clouded over and my body arched, my orgasm hit me with brutal force. My legs locked up and I shook, screaming out Camden’s name. I felt him stuttering above me, and he shouted out in satisfaction shortly after I did. He came down on top of me, his heat almost too much. He filled me to the point of overflowing, and I could feel his wetness dripping down the crack of my ass. Aftershocks wracked us both, as we came back from the euphoria.

Camden was still inside me when he lifted his head from being buried in my hair. He looked completely sated and sleepy. It was yet another new face that I’d never seen from him. It warmed me to know that I put him in the exhausted state. He gave me a lopsided grin that made him appear boyish and young. He brushed a few strands of hair that were sticking to my forehead away and tucked it behind my ear.

“How are you doing?” he asked, his voice tired and raspy.

“Fine,” I answered, unsure of what else to say.

As the high of what we’d just done started to fade, worry worked itself in. Were things going to be awkward between us? Did he regret it? What did he think of it, of me? I wasn’t fooling myself into believing that I was good in bed, but Camden was experienced. Ranking low on the totem pole would have been a blow to my ego. At best I hoped I fit somewhere in the middle.