Page 33 of In You

I nibble her nipple and then sink in more when I feel her gush over my cock, wetting the bed beneath us.

She tips her head back on the pillow, squeezing her eyes shut as she wails loudly.

I go completely still, sucking her nipple and giving her pleasure where I can.

I lower my fingers to her clit to help, but she knocks my hand away.

"No!" she near screams, snapping her legs against my ribcage and then looping her arms around my head so tight my neck protests. Her heels dig into my ass, and I place my hand on her hip, rubbing.

I push against her hand testily, but she won't let me go.

I suck her deeper into my mouth, scraping her nipple with my teeth and then thrust the rest of the way in.

She won't let me up to look at her, but the scream she lets out makes my ears ring.

I have no way of telling if I'm hurting her, so I just stay still; I don't thrust, or try to rip her arms from my head. I hold us right here.

For forever, it feels like.

It's only when she begins to throb around me do I let go of her nipple. "Honey, I need you to let me up."

"Nooo."

The tremble in her voice causes me to fall just a bit more. I need to look in her eyes, see for myself she's okay. Connect with her.

"Baby, my neck," I try.

It works. She immediately lets her death grip go, and I raise my head slowly, seeing tears flowing down her face. She brings a shaky hand up and rubs her eyes, and I feel myself melt even further.

"Are you okay?" I ask softly.

She nods again.

"I'm going to go slow, okay?"

"Okay," she says in a trusting voice that does me in.

I pull my hips back. Keeping my eyes on hers even when her neck arches and her eyes go half lidded, and it's then I know it feels good.

I begin to thrust in a lazy rhythm, trusting my body to tell me when to adjust. Merely focusing on our connection.

I place kisses all over her neck, her chin, her cheeks, her chest. But it isn't until a wince passes her face, and she squirms hard under me, that I speak again. "You know you can be loud, baby."

I give her a harder thrust, grinding against her clit. Again, and again.

She tightens so hard she almost bucks me off her, and I slide out part way, but I shove back in, pulling her knee even further back so I can grind as deep as I can.

I can tell she's so close as a raunchy moan escapes her lips, but then her eyes go wide with something like fear and then she pulls against my hold, shaking her head.

"Come for me," I say against her lips, swiveling my hips and trying to make it good for her. "I can feel your pretty pussy sucking at me, baby. You can do it. Come."

She whines, shaking her head some more and bringing her hand to her mouth, her eyes welling up with tears that overflow. As we lock eyes, she shakes her head again. I'm lost in how emotional this is for the both of us, not having realized she'd be a crier during sex.

I cup her breasts in my hands, squeezing her nipple. Looking down as her hand leaves her mouth to wrap around my wrist instead, trying to tug me off of her. "You're so beautiful, sweetheart. So fucking sexy." I roll her nipple, and then frown when a heart wrenching sob shudders through her body.

She slaps her hand to my chest and pushes.

I take her hand, thread our fingers together and gently hold it down to her pillow.

"Why're you crying, baby?" I gasp against her lips, still thrusting through her wiggling, and squirming.

"Feels too good?" I lean down, kissing her plump, kiss-swollen mouth.

The fluttering of her pussy around my cock lets me know she's close, and I want nothing, nothing more than to witness this woman's pleasure in all her glory.

I want it like the air I need to breathe.

She closes her eyes and puts both of her hands to her face, crying in earnest now.

I go completely still at the realization that something's really, really wrong. Understanding I'm triggering her, I lay my forehead to hers, and even though it hurts, I also lay my chest against hers.

"Look at me, Camilla," I say gently, waiting until her eyes pop open. "I'm not him. I won't hurt you. You're safe with me. Wrap your arms around me, baby."

Her eyes go wide, and her lips quiver as her eyes squint a little as if she's trying to understand what I'm saying.

After a second, she loops her arms around my neck.

As we work to settle even deeper into each other, I keep my movements slow so she won't feel threatened, and slide my fingers into her hair, cupping the back of her head.

"I'm your savior, remember? I won't let anyone hurt you." My own words bolster my self-confidence as they swell in my psyche, making me really believe them. My eyes narrow. "I would never hurt you. I won't let anyone hurt you, my love."

I begin to move us, pressing my lips to hers in a soft kiss. I take my time with her, not playing with her body. Not being rough like I usually would a woman. No, I keep my hands cupped to her head, and my lips to hers, our eyes locked as we rock together nice and slow.

Her breath picks up, her pussy flushes warm, and the color comes high in her cheeks. "Nothing's ever made me feel the way you do," I admit quietly, hoping she can see the truth in my eyes.

Hers widen, but she stays silent.

Relentlessly I go on and on for endless minutes, not even bothering to race to an orgasm.

No, I'm too interested in basking in the pleasure of us being together.

But after a while, her body squirms under me, her hips begin to push against mine, and her legs restlessly smooth up and down my torso as she attempts with everything in her to reach for her pleasure.

I roll my hips a few more times, and when she tips over on a low moan, it's so sweet and gentle that I come over with her, watching the tears flowing down her temple, wetting her hair. I bring a hand up, and rub down the damp strands tenderly.

"That's right, baby. I'm right here. I'll work you through it. I promise."

"Caleb!" she moans my name like a reverent prayer, her eyes so open and trusting that the rush of pleasure that follows is enough for me.

My cock swells and jerks inside of her, and I let out a low groan, refusing to take my eyes off her as I empty my seed into her body.

"I'm falling in love with you," I whisper just as her eyes shut and a whimper escapes her lips.

Her pussy throbs around me, and she relaxes into the bed, but I refuse to let her go. I'm still hard, so I shift us until we're on our sides, hike her leg higher on my torso, and begin to rock us again. And again.

And again.

I love her deep into the night, letting her into what's left of my heart. Giving her myself.

And she gives me hers, too.