Cameron
I never want this night to end. I want her here in my bed forever. I know that’s not possible, but tonight, I’m going to pretend that it is. Rose in hand, I trace the petals over her pretty pink nipples. She sucks in a breath, and I lean down, taking one of the pebbled buds into my mouth to hide my smile. I’ve waited a long damn time to drive her wild, and I can’t help the satisfaction of my success.
It’s been so hard not to take her. Sleeping naked next to her night after night is thrilling, and I’m constantly hard. I’ve jacked off more times since we’ve been dating than I have in my entire life combined. I knew waiting would be worth it, though. Selfishly, I wanted to be able to take my time with her. I also wanted to wait so she knows that I’m with her for her, and not because she’s fucking me.
Another part of me, a deeper part, wanted to make sure I had the time to take care of her. To show her how we can be together. That same part of me hoped that when we finally had a night like tonight, I would ruin her for all other men. Lord knows she’s already ruined me. Even before tonight, there was no chance I would ever look at another woman the way I look at Paisley.
Trailing kisses between her breasts, I work my way to the other nipple, lavishing it with attention as I stroke the petals of the rose over her thighs. “Cam.”
I don’t reply. She’s not expecting me to. Instead, I trace every curve of her body with the rose. From one breast to the other, down her stomach. I lift the bud just before I reach her pussy, and she groans, making me smile. I continue down one leg, then the other, all the way up to her thighs. I don’t stop until the petals of the rose have touched every inch of her, well, all except for where she really wants me.
Softly, I let the rose trace over her pussy. She arches her back off the bed as a moan from somewhere deep inside her spills from her lips. Her legs fall open and give me the space I need to run the petals of the rose over her most intimate parts.
I spotted the rose, and the idea just came to me. I thought that it would be sensual and turn her on. I didn’t stop to think about what it would do to me. My cock feels like a steel spike resting against her leg. I’ve never wanted a woman like I want Paisley. I know that I never will. She’s changed something in me—something I can’t name but can only acknowledge.
Unable to resist, I move between her legs and lazily kiss her there. I’m taking my time, teasing and torturing us both.
“Please,” she pleads. That one word calls to me. Moving up her body, I fuse my lips to hers. I kiss her like she’s the air that I breathe. Like if I don’t kiss her this very second, I might not make it. The truth is, I might not. I need her.
“Cam?”
“Yeah, baby?” I say, barely lifting my mouth for her to answer, before devouring her once more.
Her hands find their way back to my hair, and she tugs so I’ll lift my gaze to hers. There are tears in her eyes, and my heart drops, thinking I hurt her in some way. That this seduction to show her what she means to me has somehow backfired. I open my mouth to apologize, but she beats me to it.
“I’m so in love with you,” she whispers. Tears shimmer in her eyes.
Do you know what it feels like to have your heart melt inside your chest? Yeah, me either, at least not until now. Her words send a warm flow of satisfied content and love… so much fucking love throughout my body. I know that my words aren’t doing the feeling justice.
Dropping the rose to the bed, I accept defeat. It’s time. My elbows rest on either side of her head as I push her hair out of her eyes, careful of my weight so I don’t crush her. “What’s after love?” I ask.
“What?” She looks up at me as if I’ve lost my damn mind.
Maybe I have.
“What’s after love? That word, love, it’s not enough, Paisley. It doesn’t do justice to what I feel for you. I love you with every fiber of my soul. What word do I need? Help me out here,” I tell her.
“Oh, Cameron.” She sighs as a tear slides out the corner of her eye.
“I love you too,” I tell her. “My heart, my soul, my body, my mind, they’re all yours, Paisley.” I press my lips to hers. I take my time, relishing the feel of her mouth on mine. Over and over and over again, I kiss her—slow, languid strokes of my tongue with hers. Without words, I’m trying to show her how I feel, how no one will ever take her place in my life. She is my number one. Nothing will ever change that.
When she pulls away and cradles my face in her hands, her brown eyes bore into mine. “Make love to me.”
“I want nothing more,” I reply honestly. Reaching for the strip of condoms, I tear one off and move to settle on my knees. A quick glance at my girl and I see that she’s watching my every move. My cock twitches knowing what’s about to happen. We’re about to slide into home. Shaking out of my thoughts, I tear open the small pack and sheathe my cock.
Settling with my elbows once again on either side of her head, I hold her gaze. “You’re it for me. This is my last first time,” I tell her.
She swallows hard. “That’s… a big claim.”
“The biggest,” I confirm.
“You make my heart feel like it could explode. It’s racing so fast, just from six words.”
“They were a good six words.” My mouth tilts in a smile.
“So modest,” she teases.
“Are you ready to start the rest of our lives together?” I push the hair out of her eyes.