Chapter Thirty-Six
Natalie
I loved Cameron's tattoos. I loved his face, his hair, his body. I had always been attracted to him, known just how much he affected me, but in the past week, the reality of anything happening between us had all but disappeared. I ran my hands over his back and shoulders as he kissed me. He was really here. He had truly come back. He wanted me, and I wanted him too.
It had taken some effort to get us both naked, but we had done it. We were on my bed, him on top of me between my spread thighs. I couldn't keep my hands off of him, from the long, solid muscles of his back, up to the soft brown locks of hair at the back of his head, down to his ass, just as taut and firm as the rest of him, every place I could reach. My skin tingled where his lips touched me, my neck, chest, nipples. I ran my fingers through his hair as he groaned, palming one of my tits. I gasped when I felt him use his teeth then soothed the sore skin with his tongue. His calm, detached nature didn't let this part of him show through. He was wild when he was aroused, devoured me while giving me every part of him.
I shuddered when his mouth reached the apex of my thighs. He held them apart and with his other hand, ran his fingers through my folds, already slick and ready for him. He sucked my clitoris as his fingers slid in and out of my opening. My eyes were shut; I was lost. He didn't need direction or encouragement. Every one of his touches possessed me.
I writhed and squirmed, but he held me still, making me wait. I was sweating, panting, begging him, but he was relentless. Pressure built in my core and his steady assault finally broke me. I moaned, fisting a handful of his hair. He kept it up through my orgasm, licking and sucking, fucking me with his fingers ‘til the last wave rolled off of me and I stilled.
My eyes opened when I stopped feeling him. He moved up my body, kissing me again. It was times like this when I couldn't believe how long we had managed to stay away from each other. His sex appeal was suffocating. My body went into overdrive when we were together, but it wasn't just that. With him right then, I wasn't just trying to get off or get him off. I wanted to feel whatever it was that had brought him here to me after we had parted on such bad terms. I pushed against his shoulders and chest so he would roll onto his back and let me straddle him.
"Fuck," he hissed as I ran my hand up and down his shaft. The size and heft of him in my hand was still a little intimidating even though this wasn't our first time together. He gripped my hips and smoothly slid himself into me. We hadn't used condoms, not even once since we had gotten together. I would give the excuse that I never did this with anyone else if it mattered at all, but it didn't. I was on the pill and wouldn't have wanted to feel him any other way anyway.
I felt him through my whole body, pulsing and electric. I rode his dick, building a steady rhythm with his hands on my hips. My body was in flames, completely overtaken by him. When we were like this, I didn't have to wonder about what he wanted, and I didn't have to hold back. With our bodies connected, pleasuring each other, we couldn't hide from each other. It was all out there.
I felt dangerously exposed, though somehow safe at the same time. He wasn't going to hurt me. He was right there with me. His arms closed around me and rolled us over so I was on the bed and he was above me. Kneeling between my legs, he raised one up to his shoulder and slid into me, the new position letting him deeper than I had ever felt him before. I balled the bedcover in my hands as his deep, steady strokes threatened to destroy me again.
“Come on, princess,” he said, “you first.” He touched my clit with his thumb, and there was no way I could have held out through that. I came explosively. My vision and hearing stalled for a second as pleasure surged through me. I heard Cameron curse and speed up his thrusts, quickly climaxing right on my heels.
Panting, he collapsed onto the bed beside me, pulling me into him so my head rested on his chest. His heart was pounding. I waited ‘til he had gotten his breath back to talk to him, running my fingers over his chest. Yeah, he was back, but for how long?
"Are you going back?" I asked.
"I have to, to get my stuff, but no. After that, I'm staying."
"Does that mean you're coming back to work?"
"Work and other stuff too," he said. His arm tightened around me a little as he said that. I raised my head off his chest so I could look at him.
"I'm happy that you're here," I said.
"I am too, baby," he said, brushing my hair back behind my ear. He kissed my head as I rested it back on his chest. I hadn't been looking, but I'd found Cameron. It wasn't hasty or misplaced. It was right, and it felt good. He had made his choice and picked me. I couldn’t deny the slight pride that came with that. He spent the night. After we made love a second time, we emerged to finally feed ourselves.