Page 80 of Made to Be

Turning slightly to look over my shoulder through crooked glasses and unfocused eyes, I met Cam’s heavy-lidded gaze. He was watching me almost expectantly. As if he was waiting for an answer, for my permission.

“Cam,” I breathlessly whispered, and that was enough for him.

In an instant, my shoes were tossed across the room and the pants binding my ankles were tugged off, chucked in the other direction. Then, before I could blink, I was being flipped onto my back.

“Fuck,” I groaned, pleasantly surprised and more than a little breathless. I leaned up to help Campull my shirt over my head, “I love how you manhandle me.”

He chuckled deeply, if somewhat tremulous with nerves, but gave me a wolfish grin. When I was completely naked beneath him – except for my socks – he didn’t continue teasing me as I expected. Seemed he was as impatient as me.

I reached up to remove my glasses, but Cam stopped me with a gentle but insistent hand.

"Keep those slutty glasses on for me," he whispered.

I blinked, stunned into horny silence. My hand slowly lowered back to the bed and Cam's answering smile sent wicked bolts of lust coursing through me.

Kneeling between my spread thighs, Cam leaned back onto his heels as he ripped his shirt off, tossing it carelessly to the floor. Glitter sprinkled around us from his hair, coating my bare chest and stomach. The rest of his clothes quickly followed until he was hovering over me in all his naked, muscular glory. Among the tattoos decorating his skin, the scars over his body had healed nicely, revealing dark pink lines on his chest, his arms, his leg, and the star-shaped pucker from the gun shot. Those silver hoops piercing his nipples left my mouth watering.

As he ran his fingers through his hair, his ravenous gaze swept over me, roaming every inch of my exposed body. He fisted his cock once then twice with a shuddering breath. It looked painfully hard, redand almost a deep purple as it pulsed and flexed, the leaking tip already soaking the sheets.

My legs spread wider in invitation as Cam situated himself between my thighs. His palms settled on my inner thighs, running up and down the sensitive, flushed skin.

When he reached down and tugged on the head of the plug, he captured my gasp with a tonguing kiss, invading my mouth as he pulled the toy free. I felt so empty once it was removed and it was only when I was dazedly watching him notch his cockhead against me did I blink with a brief flash of lucidity,

“I uh... I brought condoms...” I gasped out. “If you ‘wanna use them.”

Cam paused, cock still pressing against my entrance but going no further. The tension of holding himself back radiated through his taught muscles. His hand reached up and cradled my cheek.

“Do you want me to?” he asked quietly, patiently. “I can grab-”

I shook my head eagerly and leaned up to plant a firm kiss onto his mouth, even though we were long past needing to have talked about this. “No, I’m... I was tested and I haven’t, um, been with anyone else since. Are... are you...”

“I’m good,” he breathed against my lips.

“Oh, thank fuck.” I groaned, then threw my arms around his neck and slanted my mouth over his in a deep, desperate kiss.

Cam’s hands spread over my ass before he lifted me so that I sat directly in his lap, straddling his meaty thighs. The burning heat of his cock was pressed against the seam of my ass, and every twitch of its length made my mouth water. This was hardly my first time, but it had been a while and my stomach still fluttered with nerves. But I wasn't afraid; this was Cam.

I loved him.

I was in love with him. Madly. Deeply.

I was so in love with him I might faint.

I’d thought I had been in love before. But I knew now that I never truly knew what love was until I experienced it with Cam.

My arms squeezed around his neck tighter to mask their trembling. I shut my eyes harder to stop the burning swell of tears prickling behind their lids.

Through our feverish, messy kisses, he mumbled, “Lube?”

“In my bag,” I whispered back, words muffled by his lips.

His mouth didn’t even leave mine as he stretched an arm to the end of the bed for my bag. He didn’t have to go digging for it because I’d put it right at the top. Along with the entire box of condoms. He tossed these aside and brought the lube, not cherry flavored this time, and wasted no time in slicking up his fingers.

I didn’t take much stretching, and Cam quickly had three fingers thrusting and scissoring to work meopen. It felt so mind-numbingly good and I quickly found myself moving against him, riding Cam’s fingers to bury them even deeper to reach that sweet spot within me.

The sounds leaving me didn’t sound like me. They sounded rough, lush, and obscene.

Cam groaned against my lips, “You’re so hot inside.” His tongue swept deeper as he added a fourth finger, stretching me impossibly wide. My muffled moan tapered to a cry of pleasure. “So hot and soft. You just keep sucking me back in.” He pulled my bottom lip between his teeth and gently bit down, “Soneedy.”