I have needs, though, and only Cameron can handle those needs for me. I’ve been waiting for him to make a move, and nada. I don’t know why, but tonight I hit my boiling point and decided to be the one to make a move. So far, my efforts are fruitless, but it’s nice to see how I affect him. His breathing is labored, and his cock, let’s just say he sees me.
When he reaches for the neck of his T-shirt and pulls it over his head, tossing it to the floor, a thrill races through me. Finally, I got him to cave. I don’t take my eyes off him as he slides his sweats down his thighs, kicking them to the side.
“You’re almost there,” I say, nodding to his boxer briefs. I lick my lips in anticipation of him stripping out of them. I’ve seen him just like this every night for weeks. I know what he’s hiding beneath the thin layer of cotton, but that’s not the same as seeing it with my own eyes. Speaking of eyes, mine are lasered in on his crotch.
“Paisley.” His voice is gruff.
“Cameron,” I mock, my eyes never leaving his package.
“Eyes up here, beautiful.”
With great reluctance, I pull my gaze to his eyes. They’re full of fire and want. All for me. “You’re teasing me.”
A laugh bubbles from his lips. “No, baby. You’re the only one doing any kind of teasing.”
I run my hands up my thighs over my belly and cup my breasts in the palms of my hands. “Me?” I ask coyly.
“Fuck,” he rumbles.
“Cam?”
“Yeah?” he asks. His voice is thick with need.
“Please join me.” I watch as his shoulders relax and his face softens. He nods, and that’s when it happens. His hands slide under either side of the waistband of his boxer briefs, and he tugs them down his thighs, letting them fall to the floor. His cock juts out, resting against his belly. Long and thick, bigger than anyone from my past. Even though my experience is limited, I know sex with Cameron is going to be life-changing.
“Move up,” he says huskily. I do as he asks and lean forward. He steps into the tub and takes a seat behind me. “Come here, baby,” he whispers. He grips my hips and pulls me against him.
His hard cock presses against me, and it takes extreme effort not to squirm or shift my position, putting him where I need him. Instead, I rest my head back against his chest and close my eyes.
“I’ve never seen anything more beautiful,” his deep voice whispers in my ear. His hands move to my breasts, and softly, he palms them as if he’s testing their weight. “Your skin is so soft,” he muses.
I keep my eyes closed. I can’t watch him touching me. I’m a pile of embers close to igniting the way that it is. I would embarrass myself if I watched him touching me. Instead, I just feel. Feel the rough pad of his thumb as he traces over my nipple and the way his breath is hot against my neck.
His hands roam over my belly and venture between my thighs. “Are you wet for me, Paisley?” he pants. The sound of his voice tells me he isn’t unaffected. “Can I touch you here?”
“Please.” My reply is breathy and a little desperate, but I don’t care. All I care about is his hands on me.
Anywhere.
Everywhere.
“Jesus, baby.” He curses under his breath as he slides his fingers through my folds. “You test a man’s patience,” he says, nipping at my ear. “I want you so fucking bad, but I promised myself we were going to wait, and I stand behind that.”
I grip his arm, holding his hand where it is. “Don’t stop.”
“Is this what you want?” He dips one finger inside. I lift my hips in reply, and he chuckles softly. “I’ve got you,” he assures me.
Sliding my arms under his, I grip his biceps holding on as he adds yet another digit, bringing me to a level of bliss I’ve never known. How is it this man is better with his hands than my previous bed partners? Again, there hasn’t even been a handful, but there is a stark difference in Cameron and the men who aren’t worth mentioning of my past.
“Is this breaking your rules?” I ask him.
“Nah. This is me taking care of you. You know that’s all I want, right, Paisley? I just want to be with you. To take care of you.”
“I’m a handful.”
“Oh, baby, I know.” He kisses just under my ear. “You’re my handful.”
Before I met Cameron, I never knew what it meant to melt under the words of a man or swoon. I imagined I knew what it felt like, but nothing could have prepared me for this man and the effect he has on my heart, my body, and my mind. It’s not just the way he makes me feel. It’s the fact that I crave the feeling. I crave his sweet words and his kisses. I crave the touch of his arms wrapped tight around me at night. I’m in deep, and even though that scares the hell out of me, I’m pushing forward. For the first time in my life, I’m not letting the fear of the unknown dictate my future. Instead, I’m letting my heart guide me.
He curls his fingers just a little, pulling me out of my thoughts as a moan spills from my lips. “There,” I praise him.
“I’ve got you, baby. Just feel.” The water splashes as he rocks his hand between my thighs, and all I can do is hold on as he takes me higher and higher until I feel as though I’m falling off the cliff of ecstasy.
My chest is rapidly rising and falling, my breasts moving in and out of the water from the rapid rate of my breathing. My body feels like Jell-O as I lie in his arms. Cameron’s hands are everywhere they’ll reach. The soft caress of his calloused hands is soothing.
When I feel as though I can function, I move to the side so I can see him. His eyes are heated yet soft as he stares back at me. “You’re flushed,” he says, running his index finger over my chest. “Beautiful,” he murmurs.
I move to reach for him, his cock specifically, but he stops me. “No. This was for you.”
“I can’t just leave you like this,” I tell him.
He smiles softly. “I can take care of myself.”
“I want to.”
“I know, baby. But I only have so much willpower.”
“Good.” I reach for him again, but again, he stops me.
“Paisley, I want you more than I want my next breath. I want to know what it’s like to slide my cock deep inside you. I crave that, but I don’t want it to be here. To be now. I have plans for us. Long-term plans, babe. Not just here and now. I want us to go the distance, and… I think we need to wait a little longer.”
“This is important to you?”
“Yes. You’re important to me.” He kisses my forehead.
“Okay,” I agree, even though my body is screaming to push him. I know that if I pushed, I could get him to give in to me. But that’s not what I want. For some reason, us waiting is important to him, and who am I to take that from him? From us?
“Thank you.” His lips connect with mine, and his tongue sweeps past my lips, dueling with mine. “I have to stop,” he says a few minutes later. “The water’s getting cold anyway. I need to take a quick shower.”
“Why—” I cut off when it hits me. He’s going to “take care” of himself. “Never mind. You sure you don’t want some help with that?” I ask, wiggling against him.