[Kendall]
My pulse races, anticipation thrumming through me like a live wire, and he watches me with a smirk that's both reassuring and maddeningly confident. His eyes are dark with desire, but there's something else beneath the surface, something I can't quite place.
"You're so beautiful, Kendall," he murmurs, his voice thick with need. He slides a hand down my thigh, the roughness of his fingertips sending shivers along my skin, as if he's marking me, leaving traces of his touch everywhere. My body trembles under the weight of it, a hunger igniting deep inside.
His words send a strange, warm ache through my chest, and I reach up, pulling him back down to me, desperate to feel his weight, his warmth, against me. The heat of his body presses into mine, each inch of him a reminder of how badly I've wanted this, how long I've been fighting this pull between us. His breath, hot and ragged, dances across my neck as he moves, making me dizzy.
He cups his hand against my pussy, and the heat of his palm sears through me like fire, a jolt of electric need shooting straight to my core. I moan, rocking my hips toward his hand, my body already betraying me, desperate for more, for all of him. When he slips two fingers inside me, I gasp, the sudden fullness overwhelming, like a spark that ignites every nerve ending in my body.
"So wet and ready for me."
Camden murmurs, his voice a rough whisper that sends a shiver down my spine, curling around my thoughts like a spell. He angles his fingers up, hitting a spot I didn't even know existed, and I'm vaulted toward an orgasm I never expected, the pressure building inside me with each pulse of his hand.
I've never actually had an orgasm that wasn't by myself. I've never experienced it during sex with a man, and the sensation is so overwhelming, so intense, that it feels like my whole body is going to unravel. Before I can reach the peak, though, Camden removes his fingers, and I whine, the emptiness almost painful, leaving me gasping, wanting, needing more.
He chuckles darkly, his voice low and teasing. "Thought you might want the real thing, principessa."
The air between us crackles with tension as he guides himself into me, sliding in slowly, inch by inch. My breath catches in my throat, the stretch of him filling me in a way that feels almost impossibly good, like I'm being put together in all the right ways.
I moan, my hands gripping his shoulders, clinging to him as I try to ground myself in this moment. Camden groans in response, a deep, guttural sound that rumbles through his chest, making me shiver.
"You talk like that, principessa, and it's going to be over too soon," he warns, his voice rough with desire, like he's barely holding onto his control.
I rock my hips against his frantically, wanting more friction, more of him, anything to feel him deeper. Camden hisses, gripping my hips so tightly that I know I'll have fingerprint bruises there later, the sensation sending a thrill of pleasure and desire wrapping around me like a tight coil. My pulse races, every nerve ending alive with the rush of him inside me, filling me in a way I've never experienced before.
He slides his cock in and out of me, slow at first, then harder, the force of each thrust driving deeper, deeper into me, until it feels like we're one. His eyes are dark, burning with a ferocity that makes my chest tighten. His lips are parted as he watches me, as if every inch of me is something he's memorizing, something he can't quite get enough of. His dark hair falls into his face, damp with sweat, and there's something raw, almost vulnerable, about the way he looks at me, like he's seeing me for the first time-really seeing me.
This is like every dirty dream I've ever had, and I can't believe that it's really happening. Camden Andretti is inside me, and it's real. Every sensation, every movement, every touch-it's all real. I feel alive in a way I didn't think was possible.
He hits a sensitive spot inside me, and black spots bloom behind my closed eyelids as my orgasm crashes over me in waves so intense I forget where I am, forget everything but him. My pussy clenches tight around him, pleasure wracking through me, building to a crescendo that leaves me breathless, dizzy, as if the whole world is spinning around us.
Camden groans, a feral sound, and he thrusts harder, riding out my orgasm before spilling hot inside me. The sensation is overwhelming, a perfect, blissful release, leaving me feeling entirely claimed, completely his. It's a surrender, but it's also the most powerful feeling I've ever known.
"Shit," he curses, rolling his hips a few more times, sending shivers through me. "You're on the pill, right?"
My head is still spinning, my chest heaving with each ragged breath. I nod, barely able to focus, still reeling from the intensity of everything.
I am on the pill, though I'm not a hundred percent sure I've been taking it regularly this week. It's a habit I've kept for my irregular periods, but lately, I've hardly thought about it.
Camden sighs in relief, rolling off me with a long moan, his breath still heavy, as if he's processing the same flood of emotions I am. We lie in silence, the air thick with the weight of what just happened, until Camden breaks it with a quiet chuckle.
"That was something else, Kendall," he says, his voice low, still breathless. A smirk curves his lips, but it's softer now, more content.
I blush all over, my face hot as I glance down at my ripped shirt, feeling a mix of shyness and exhilaration. "You're telling me."
"Did it help?" he asks, his tone softening as he meets my gaze, his eyes searching mine like he wants to understand something deeper, something I'm not sure I can understand.
I stare at him blankly. "What?"