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That’s also around the time I started fantasizing about him.
“I had so many chances to make you mine, but I fucked them all up by being a coward.”
I’m not about to argue with him on that one, so I keep quiet, peering up into his eyes instead. Now that he’s finally expressing himself, I don’t ever want him to stop.
“That night, on the couch, I wanted to be inside you more than I wanted to breathe.” Kissing my forehead, he adds, “I still do, actually.”
“What are you waiting for?”
Mood Music: “Movement” by Hozier
“Make love to me, Dean.”
There aren’t words to describe how it feels to hear Camille make the request. Her unwavering gaze tells me she’s serious, but I don’t want to rush her. She needs time to recover after I pushed her boundaries.
“Are you sure?”
She cups my face. “We’re alone for a few more hours. Let’s make the most of them.”
I seize her lips, pressing her back onto the bed as I lower myself on top of her. The kiss becomes frenzied when she hooks her fingertips in the waistband of my boxer briefs and shoves them down to my thighs. I kick them the rest of the way off.
She wraps one delicate hand around my cock, stroking me from base to head. “My God, you’re huge.”
“Glad you think so.”
Camille tightens her grip, making me groan. It’s been a long time since any woman has touched me. I’d forgotten how good it feels to have someone else’s hands wrapped around my dick. I snatch the condom from the nightstand and tear open the wrapper. She releases me so I can roll it on.
Hovering above her, I meet her gaze and line us up. “You sure you want this?”
“Yes.”
I ease inside her, forcing myself to take things slowly when what I want is to pound her into the bed. She gasps and clutches my back.
“You OK?”
“Uh-huh. It’s just been a while, that’s all.” She clings to me for dear life.
I clench my jaw and sink all the way inside her. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” I whisper, rocking my hips so she can acclimate. “Tell me to stop if it hurts.”
Nodding, she wraps her legs around me and hooks her heels behind my thighs. I kiss her hard and deep, moving my tongue the way I’d love to thrust my cock. Even though I’m dying to fuck her hard, I need to take it easy. The last thing I want to do is hurt her.
I roll my hips and deliver a few short strokes. We both moan when she slides her hands to my ass and pulls me deeper.
“You’re killing me, sweetheart. I’m trying to take it slow.”
“I don’t want slow. Or gentle. Do what you said you’d do and make me forget.”
My earlier words echo in my brain.I’m going to fuck all memory of him out of your head.
“Like this?” I surge forward and slam into her, making her cry out.
“Oh, God,yes.”
Something awakens inside me, a fantasy I’ve kept buried for years. One where I’m a man who isn’t afraid to take what he wants. I want Camille. All of her. I want her writhing beneath me, moaning and screaming my name. I want her desperate and aching for me. My kiss. My cock.
Ineedher to submit to me.
After spending my entire life in the back seat, I’m finally ready to grab the wheel—even if it’s only in bed.
