Page 35 of The Loneliest Number (The Thirst Trap #3)

Chapter thirty

Abby

I f I had to guess how this would go, I would have said it would be frenzied and desperate. That we’d come together quickly to work through this milestone that we’ve reached.

But it’s not like that. Not at all.

He takes the lead, throwing me onto the bed, but then he slows the pace. I wait for my usual impatience to hit as he lies, facing me, his hands brushing up my side and drawing me closer while he kisses me. Instead of the jitters, peace drapes itself over me like a comforting blanket.

There is no rush.

He’s not going anywhere.

Neither am I.

And, fuck, the joy that brings warms me from the inside out better than any shot of whisky.

His hand is on my arse, cupping me through my jeans, pulling me close until there’s no air between us.

It could feel like drowning; but instead, a warmth of tenderness floods through me as I press myself against him. I lose track of how long we stay like that, entwined together on the bed, but when we draw back, his lips are puffy and full, and my own tingle with overuse.

His smile is soft and mirrored in the creases at the side of his eyes. His eyes twinkle with the evidence of his contentment.

One of his hands threads through my hair, and I lean into his palm. He presses a kiss onto the end of my nose and I can feel the curve of his smile as he does.

“Okay, love?” he asks with a low murmur.

I nod, worried my voice will be hoarse with feeling if I try to speak. The emotion is all sitting there, right in my chest. It’s not painful, but I am aware of its presence and it makes this intimate moment feel so much more real.

He moves away to stand beside the bed and I kneel up, shifting to the edge to stay close to him.

He reaches down to the hem of my t-shirt, lifting it over my head. His hands run over my exposed skin like he’s trying to map it all with the pads of his fingers.

I manage to pull his top off, throwing it behind him so I can copy his movements. Our mouths must get jealous of the touching because they are drawn to each other once more.

He unfastens his trousers and pushes them down, along with his boxers, before removing them. He stands tall, naked, and I drink him in. His cock juts proudly from his body, pointing in my direction, which tips the corners of my mouth into a smirk.

I place my hands on his hips and smooth them up his rib cage, enjoying his shaky breath at the soft touch before hopping down from the bed.

“May I?” His voice comes out in a croak, exactly how I imagine mine would sound if I tried to talk.

His hands come to the fastening of my jeans, and he dips his head to meet my eyes.

It’s then that I realise that checking for consent doesn’t just have to be sensible and the right thing to do; it can also be an expression of love.

“You may.” The words come out rough and I swallow to try and lubricate my dry throat. “I’m all yours,” I add, although it sounds no smoother.

His eyes shine with joy at that statement and his teeth bite his bottom lip as he draws in a deep breath.

He begins to undo my jeans, kneeling to draw them down my legs.

Once they’re discarded, he presses a kiss to my mound that’s still covered by my knickers.

His warm breath radiates through the material, causing my thighs to clench.

He looks up at me, from his knees at my feet, as he takes off my underwear.

I am developing a solid appreciation for the way Cam offers himself up to me so openly.

He holds nothing of himself back, and his doing so helps me crack open the defensive wall I’ve kept around myself.

He makes me feel seen in a completely different way to anything I’ve encountered before.

He’s known things about me that I hadn’t even admitted to myself. He wants me just as I am.

He grasps my bum with his huge hands while pressing kisses over my belly and rib cage. His hold makes me feel cherished.

My hands stroke the hair at his nape. Tears well in my eyes, taking me by surprise.

I will them away. There’s just so much feeling, so much emotion, and my body doesn’t know how to deal with it.

I hold on to him tightly, knowing I can rely on him to ground me.

And a weight, I didn’t know was there, lifts from my shoulders.

This man wants to treasure me, and protect me, and love me. Suddenly, that impatience I had been expecting earlier hits, and I need him inside me right this second.

My hands grasp at his shoulders, trying to tug him upwards.

“Hey, what’s the rush?”

“Please, Cameron, I need you. I need you now,” I urge.

He stands and lifts me as if I weigh nothing, cradling me with an arm while he sweeps the covers of the bed back, and then lowering me onto the mattress with such gentleness that those damn tears make a re-appearance.

I scuttle further back on the bed, making space for him to join me. He doesn’t keep me waiting, wedging a knee between my thighs as he looms over me, blocking out the light from above.

I open my legs as wide as possible, making room for him to settle between them. He holds his weight off of me with his forearms, but I wish he’d smother me with his whole body. I want to feel him everywhere.

“Hurry,” I beg. The warmth of his breath caresses my cheek as he chuckles at my rush.

“I’m not going anywhere, Abby. We’ve got all night.” His voice is smooth this time, and his accent still makes me shiver with pleasure.

“Please,” I plead.

“I need to get you ready. And I need to get a condom,” he says. “They’re in my pocket.”

“You don’t,” I whisper. He leans back, allowing more light in so I can see the bewilderment on his face. “I’m on contraception and both our test results have been clear.”

“I…” he stutters, that blank expression on his face that only shows up when his brain glitches.

“I need you inside me. I want all of you,” I tell him. “It doesn’t have to be tonight, but soon. We can get retested and go from there.” I pull back from my pushiness, not wanting to force him into something he doesn’t feel comfortable with.

“You’re certain?”

“Yes, but only if you are. I don’t want to pressure you.”

He doesn’t answer me with words, but in the way he settles his body closer to mine, the tip of his cock brushing at the apex of my thighs. His fingers find my swollen clit, pressing against it before dipping below to ease into my entrance. “Fuck, you’re already so wet,” he groans into my ear.

“I’m ready.” I lift my head to press my lips against the strained muscles in his neck. He grips the base of his cock and I sigh as he pushes inside.

My eyes flutter close so I can savour how good it is to have his hard cock slide deep inside me. He pushes his way in slowly, and I can’t help but clench around his naked shaft.

I’ve never had an unwrapped penis inside me. It’s a different sensation, velvet skin pressing firmly into my wet pussy. I’m glad it’s him and there’s no barrier between us. This is something I can give him. A part of me that no-one else has ever had.

He grunts as he bottoms out, and we both pause, drawing in breath. The rain still hammers down on the roof, like it’s keeping us in a cocoon.

I open my eyes, and he’s staring at me. He lowers his mouth to press a hard kiss against my lips.

“Mine.” It comes out as a growl, and my pussy floods with pleasure at the sound and the claim.

“Yes, I’m yours. Make me yours,” I tell him, lifting my legs to wrap them around his hips, changing the angle, and pushing him deeper.

He slides out all the way to the tip before pushing back inside. It’s tortuously slow to begin with, and I try to buck my hips to move things along. My hands are on his back and I slide them down to his arse, trying to urge him on.

But this man can be more stubborn than I am. He stays firm to whatever plan he has, at least until I stop trying to rush him. Finally, after more strokes of torment, he increases the pace.

“Yes,” I cry, pressing my mouth to the place where his neck meets his shoulder.

“You’ll take what I give you.” He rasps the words against my temple. “When I’m ready to give it to you.”

My rebellious side would have a ball with that statement, fighting him every inch of the way, but she’s not here right now. The woman lying below him, wrapped around him, is accepting of everything he wants to give her. She loves him.

So I don’t fight him. I reach a hand up to clasp the back of his neck and press my mouth to his.

He groans from deep in his throat, upping his pace, and I do my best to hold on and take it all. The bars of the headboard begin to thump against the wall, and if his hips weren’t pinning me to this bed, I would be moving with every thrust. It’s perfect. He’s claiming me.

“Please, Cam, I need you to fill me up.” I pant the words against his neck, unsure if he can hear me over the harshness of his breath, the bed hitting the wall, and the rain on the roof.

“Come for me, Pixie. Come around my cock. And then I’ll fill you up.”

I squeeze my walls tight and detonate underneath him as he pinches my clit as he thrusts deep.

“That’s it, love. Are you ready for my cum?”

I can’t express words as I shake from head to toe, still in the throes of my orgasm, but I manage a low moan as I cling to him.

I keep my ankles crossed at his back, angling my hips so he can sink deeper still and fill me.

He fucks me hard, his body tensing and his groans of pleasure getting louder until his hot cum spurts inside me, coating my walls and setting off aftershocks of my own release.

Satisfaction, like nothing I’ve known before, settles over me like a weighted blanket. I am his.

Breathless and covered in sweat, he somehow manages to find the energy to roll us over and I lay sprawled on his front.

He taps me on the bum with his warm palm.

“Perfect.” His tone is gleeful, even as his breathing still slows. “Let’s do that every day, forever.”

I can’t think of a witty comeback, and there’s really only one thing I want to say. So I do.

“I love you.” It’s not loud, but he hears it.

“And. I. Love. You,” he murmurs between peppering my face with kisses.