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She's so fucking perfect.
My lips crash down on hers as my arms slip under her neck and back. I'm curled over her, using her upper body as leverage to bury myself deeper and hold myself closer. She digs her fingers into my back, now wrapping her legs around my waist and I know I'm losing the battle to stay in control. A layer of sweat lines my brow as my hips thrust faster. The feeling of her clenching around me is getting too much. It's too good.
“Oh god, Cam,” she whimpers against my lips.
“That's it,” I praise her.
“I'm com–”
Her words are cut short as she throws her head back, squeezing her eyes shut and gripping my cock in a vise while moaning loudly. Any control I still had snaps, and I pound into her with wild abandon. Fucking her into the mattress.
The need to be as deep inside her as humanly possible while I come is the only thing running through my mind. Balls drawing tight, I bury my head into her neck, pumping a couple more times before groaning and emptying everything I have into the condom. My body shudders as pure ecstasy charges through me.
As the feelings slowly ebb away, my hips cease their rocking, and we're left as a pile of sweaty limbs and heavy breaths.
My mind finally settles back down into reality, and that's when the guilt starts to trickle in.
I shouldn't have done that.
Jasmine isn't like the others.
She's kind and sweet and helps people for a living.
That's not me.
But, fuck, I don't know if I can stop that forward momentum anymore, not now that I've had her.
I wasn't lying when I said I wanted to try and be better for her, but that doesn't mean I believe that Icanbe better. CanI really keep going along with this, knowing that it's sure to eventually reach a messy ending? It'll be like racing down a one-way street without stopping, knowing eventually a car will come in the other direction, and there'll be a collision.
While my thoughts start spiraling, going back and forth, arguing the rights and wrongs of the situation, that's when I feel it, the soft lips touching my cheek and strokes of gentle fingers running through my hair while the other hand runs down my back. My head is still lodged in her neck, my dick in her pussy, and I can't seem to move as emotions start coursing through me that have nothing to do with sex and everything to do with intimacy.
I realize that I haven't had that with a single soul since the night that everything changed, and I don't want to let that go.
CHAPTER 23
JASMINE
A shiver passes through his body when I run my fingers through his hair, and his hold on me tightens ever so slowly right before he pulls out and drops to the side of me onto his back.
I angle my head, watching him in silence for some long seconds. I remember when I first saw him and thought there was something about his look that promised a wild ride. That's certainly true. No one could question his abilities in bed. It was more than I was expecting and everything I was hoping for.
But it's more than that. He makes me feel happy, alive, and desired.
The longer he stays silent, staring up at the ceiling, though, the more doubts start creeping in, and I wonder if he's having second thoughts. I clearly remember the words he said to me last night.
“Is this the part where you leave?” I ask quietly.
His head flops to the side, his eyes roving over my face for what feels like too long. “No,” he finally answers. “I'm not leaving.” And then, after another second, “Do you have to work today?”
“No. It's my day off.”
Turning onto his side to face me, he props his head on his hand. “Then I'd like to spend the day with you.”
Even though relief washes over me, and I'm filled with a sort of giddiness, I decide to play it off with nonchalance, turning myself to mimic his position. “And what if I have plans today?”
“I'd say cancel them.”
Cam's face is unreadable, but the seriousness with which he said it has me nodding my head.
