“With you,” she says, her eyes boring into mine. “I’m willing to take the risk with you.”
I slam my lips into hers, kissing her with all the passion and love that’s coursing through my veins. She takes everything I give her. With her back against the wall, helping me hold her weight, I reach between us and pull the condom off, dropping it to the floor.
“You sure about this?” I ask against her lips.
“Positive.”
Aligning myself at her entrance, I slowly push inside her and close my eyes to prevent them from rolling back in my head. Leaning forward, I bury my face in her neck as I adjust to feeling her with nothing between us. This is a first for me, and it’s heaven. She’s heaven.
“Baby, I’m going to need some help.” I lift my head and lock eyes with her. “I’ve never felt anything this incredible, and I’m having trouble…” I swallow hard. “I’m having trouble holding on. I refuse to come before you do, but, babe, it’s gotta be quick. I need you there.”
A slow, sexy smile pulls at her lips. “We’ve got this, Taylor.” She slides her hand between and begins to touch herself.
“Not helping,” I growl.
She moans, tilting her head back against the wall. “What are you waiting on, Taylor?” she asks, squeezing my cock. “You better catch up.”
I don’t try to hide my smile at her sass. Instead, I pull out and push back in, making us both moan. “Hold on, beautiful,” I whisper, barely giving her time to brace her other arm around my neck before I begin to relentlessly pound into her. I bite down on my lip, trying to distract myself from the need to spill inside her. My hands grip the backs of her thighs. Her heels dig into my ass as I give us both what we need.
“Cam!” she screams, and I can feel her pussy going crazy, squeezing me like a vise. Both her arms are now around my neck, and she’s hugging me tightly.
“Baby?” I pant. She doesn’t answer, and I worry that I hurt her. That my need for her pushed her too far, and I was too rough. “Paisley?” My feet are moving when she doesn’t answer. I carry us to the couch and sit with her still in my arms. “Talk to me.”
She finally lifts her head, and there is a lazy, sexy smile staring back at me. “I think—I know that was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.”
“Fuck, you scared the hell out of me. I thought I hurt you.”
“What?” she asks, appalled. “No. In fact, we need to add another session like that to the to-do list.” She chuckles.
“Anything you want, beautiful.”
“I hate to say this, but we need to get cleaned up and get to my parents’.”
“How am I supposed to face them knowing I was just inside you bare? It’s all I’m going to be able to think about.”
“You have a lifetime of facing them after being inside me bare, slugger. You’re just going to have to figure it out.” With that, she lifts off my cock, then my lap, and heads down the hall to clean up.
I stare after her, and yet again, I’m reminded how fucking incredible she is.
“Thanks for dinner, Mrs. Monroe,” I say politely as I stand to help clear the table.
“Larissa,” she reminds me. “And you’re welcome.”
Everyone grabs their plate and carries it to the sink. We all take turns rinsing ours off and placing them in the dishwasher. With all six of us pitching in, the kitchen and dining room are cleaned up in no time.
“Cameron, you want to toss the ball?” Peyton asks me.
“Sure.”
“Yes!” She pumps her hand in the air and stands from the couch.
“Lady, is your homework done?” Easton asks her.
“Aw, Dad,” she whines. “I only have a chapter to read, and I’m done.”
“Well, you better read it so you can toss the ball with Cameron.”
“Fine,” she grumbles but takes off, her feet pounding up the stairs to finish her homework.