[Kendall]
Camden pulls away from me, breathing in deeply like he's been holding his breath, and moving his fingers out of me before lining up. He taps one of my hips while I'm still gasping.
"Turn over," he demands. "Want to see that ass of yours jiggling against me."
I do as he says immediately, turning over and getting up on all fours, spreading my thighs. He pushes into me almost instantly, and I moan loud and long.
His cock stretches me out from a whole other angle, deeper and harder than before, and I can't stop moaning. Camden grunts, thrusting forward, and I brace myself on the headboard. It slams against the wall as he fucks me, rough and insistent, and I'm glad we don't have any neighbors because they'd definitely be hearing us.
"Fuck me," I gasp, feeling my walls tightening around him. "Fuck me hard, Camden."
"Don't have to ask me twice," he groans, slamming his hips against my ass, his balls hitting against my clit until I come again, shuddering and clenching around him.
He fucks me through my orgasm, through the wave of my climax, and keeps going, long after I think he's done, finally pulling out and spilling all over my ass and lower back.
I whine a little, wanting him to come inside, to fill me, but I don't complain when he takes off his shirt and cleans me off. Still panting, he stands up and undresses all the way, padding to the bathroom. I stare after him, catching my breath, and then he turns around and tilts his head. He makes a come-hither gesture with his fingers, and I climb off the bed to join him, unable to stop grinning.
In the shower, I can see more of him than I ever have: the light dusting of hair on his chest and belly, his cock hanging thick and heavy between his legs, still slick from me. I try not to stare, looking up at his face instead, but that's not better.
He's so gorgeous that it makes me nervous. I know that he's seen me naked already, that he's just been inside me, for god's sake, but I still feel self-conscious somehow. I cover my belly with my hands, but Camden doesn't seem to notice, leaning down and kissing my nose, groaning under the hot water. He moves aside to let me wet my hair, and next thing I know, he's got his hands in my hair, lathering it up with shampoo. My hair is long enough to graze my ass, and he washes all of it, massaging my scalp, gentle and firm.
"You're so pretty," he mumbles as I tilt my head back to rinse my hair, and I blink, looking at him upside down.
"You are," I say, and he laughs.
"I'm pretty?"
"Very," I assure him, and Camden just chuckles again, shaking his head.
"Thanks, I guess. You're not very good at accepting compliments."
"Neither are you."
"So says you. I'm great at accepting compliments," he argues. "Yours was just a weird one. I usually get that I'm handsome."
"You are handsome," I agree.
"Thank you," he says with a smirk. "I know."
I roll my eyes but I'm smiling.
"No ego there."
"Plenty of ego," he says easily, and I laugh in response.
Camden finishes first and gets out of the shower, putting on a robe. I do the same after finishing conditioning my long hair. It's dark outside when I come out to the terrace, watching Camden with a cigarette in his mouth.
"You smoke?" I ask.
He turns his head to look at me. "Do you?" he asks.
I shake my head. "Not since high school." He laughs and shakes his head. "I think I'm addicted to the feel of a cigarette in my mouth, but I hardly ever light it. It's not a healthy habit and I'm trying hard to quit for good. You had the right idea."
I can't help but look Camden up and down, desire still simmering through me. I know that he doesn't want me past this physical relationship, but I'm enjoying it. Every minute of it.
Yes, I've got feelings for him, but at the same time, I understand that this is all I can get.
Girls like me don't get the guy forever. They get the guy for a little while.
I can deal with that. Right?