nudge the soft cotton aside and lick her until she trembles and angles for more. Her left leg gets hooked on my shoulder and I get her off this way because I want her as wet as possible to make this, her first time, our first time, as good as it can be.
Meanwhile, my dick is swollen enough to bust the zipper in half and if I don’t do something soon I’m going over the edge. She’s already pulling at my belt when I get to my feet and I like watching her slender fingers get my pants undone. They’re not needed, my pants, and so I shove them down with impatience and kick them away, along with my boxers.
Camden giggles when I lift her in my arms. We don’t have to travel far. The bed is only three steps away. I’m careful about setting her down and easing my weight on top of her. All that stands in the way now are her damp panties and I fix this by sliding them over her soft legs, which open for me with ease.
I can hardly stand to wait another second and yet I take a moment to kneel between her legs and stare at her, this beautiful, brilliant girl who is definitely way better than I deserve.
And yet she wants me.
This is the first day in a long time that I feel insanely lucky.
The box of condoms in my nightstand drawer has never been cracked open and Camden watches me while I extract one and get the wrapper off. It’s not hard to roll on and I hope I’ve done it correctly. Maybe I should have practiced the technique but it’s too late to do anything about that now.
“Are you sure?” I ask her because I really need to hear it one more time before she takes this irreversible step.
She smiles and touches my face. “Yes. Are you?”
“I’ve never wanted anything more.”
This is true. And I’m right there. I could be inside her with one direct push.
Yet I hesitate.
“What’s wrong?” She’s puzzled, reflexively covering her chest with her hands as she tries to figure out why I have stopped.
Nothing is wrong. But I know for a fact that Camden is a virgin in the very physical sense of the word. And I’m not a small guy. The knowledge that this is likely to hurt her is tearing me up.
“Ben.” She reaches out and pulls me in, reading my mind. “I understand it’ll probably hurt this time. But I want this to happen now, with you.”
I brush the hair back from her face. “I’m crazy about you, Cam.”
She smiles at me.
I ease my way in, pause right at her barrier, and then with one penetrating thrust I’m deep inside of her.
Camden stiffens for a second and can’t stifle a soft cry of pain as she buries her face in my neck. My heart contracts and I soothe her with a kiss. Being inside of her is outrageously hot and the most intuitive, primal part of me demands to start moving hard and fast until I shatter.
I don’t do that.
I move slowly, carefully. I keep my weight on my elbows and let her get used to me. In a moment she relaxes, her muscles loosen, and her body begins to match my rhythm.
And holy fucking shit it feels good.
I’ve messed around enough that I thought I could understand what sex would be like. I didn’t. This is consuming. This is unreal. Maybe it’s because I’ve wanted her so badly or maybe it’s because I really do care about her. It doesn’t matter why. In this moment she’s my world.
I’m trying so hard to be gentle but instincts are winning out and I’m pushing faster, rougher, approaching the edge of oblivion.
“Ben, I want to feel you come,” she whispers in my ear and that’s the end of me.
I break into a million pieces and I curse up such an unholy storm that I can probably be heard a block away. I’m coming so fucking hard I feel like I might turn inside out and I can’t focus or breathe until I’m finished. The eruption fills the condom and I withdraw carefully before running my knuckle over her flushed cheek.
“You all right?”
She throws her arms around my neck. “I’m amazing. We should do that every day.”
I chuckle. “I’m game.”
Camden kisses me. Then she widens her eyes and covers her mouth. “I just thought of something.”
“What’s that?
“I might have committed a felony.”
“I didn’t check out