“Cam,” he ground out, brows furrowed, like he was in pain.
“Listen,” I began, taking his face in my hands, my fingers in the beard I couldn’t get enough of. “I will always say yes to you, and nothing you want to do will ever scare me. You understand?”
“You don’t know what I might want.”
“I don’t care,” I promised him and meant it, because my faith in the man was already absolute. I knew him. “The only thing I can’t do is share. I will never share you, because I can’t. It’s not the way I’m made.”
His breath hitched. “No, I couldn’t—I can’t—it can only be you and me.”
“You and me,” I agreed, smiling up at him. “So stop being careful.”
Another nod, and he looked across the room.
“Look at me.”
It took several moments before he turned his head and his eyes met mine.
“You will never be alone again, not ever, and I’m yours in every way.”
The exhale, long and shaky, spoke volumes. I’d thought the last of his walls had shattered, but I was wrong. This was it, the final barrier, his worry, his self-imposed limits on what he’d allow himself to do, what he’d let me see, was crumbled.
“Whatever you want or need, I’ll give it to you, and you take the same from me.”
“Anything I want or need?” he asked under his breath.
“Yes,” I vowed, wiggling under him, crying out as he took both of us in hand and squeezed, stroking from root to head. “Please, I won’t break, honey. Let me see you.”
He ground his mouth down over mine, and I moaned deep, hearing the snap of the lube, wondering where he’d pulled it from, jolting under him as he slid a slick finger inside of me.
When he broke the kiss, he licked a long line up my throat and then dipped lower, adding a second finger to my ass, in and out, making circles as he took a nipple in his mouth and sucked hard, and then bit gently but firmly. I had no idea I would like that, and yielding to an impulse, I ground down onto his fingers.
“A little pain,” he growled softly, “just a bit, is so good.”
Second nipple and I had my hands fisted in his hair to keep him sucking and biting and pulling. When the third finger went in my ass, I worked myself there, planting my feet for leverage so I could move forward and back, loving the stretch but needing more.
He went lower, over my abdomen, sucking and licking before laving the head of my cock with his hot tongue as his fingers grazed my prostate and I yelled his name.
“Oh, baby, are you ready for me?” he purred, easing his fingers from my hole as he rolled me to my stomach and lifted me to my knees.
Words tumbled out of me as his wide head pressed to my entrance. The stretch and burn of his breach twinged for a moment, but his hand on my cock and him holding still, giving me time to adjust around him, quickly became the need for more.
“Please,” I rasped, pressing my face into the mattress before I screamed.
He eased back and pushed in, and my thighs were shaking when he bottomed out on the third plunge, his mouth planting hot kisses up my spine as he took tight hold of my hip with his left hand, anchoring himself and letting go of my cock with his right to reach up and roll my nipple between his fingers.
My muscles rippled around his length as he pulled back and then thrust forward, over and over, the pounding so perfect, his control absolute as he took possession of my body, hand in my hair now, tugging so my back bowed, ass high, as he drove me over the edge.
“You have to come,” I choked out. “I’m too close.”
But he didn’t stop, and my orgasm rolled through me. I came, spurting over the sheet, crying out as he spilled inside me seconds after, warm and thick, still rutting through his own climax, his hand on my shoulder, the other on my hip, keeping me in position for him to use.
He’d lost himself in his own pleasure, and I was overjoyed with that and with how I was feeling, the euphoria of release. I fell to my side onto the mattress when he eased gently from my body, and covered my face with my hands.
“No,” he whispered, taking hold of my wrists and pulling them down so