In Too Deep(26)

His cock set off explosions of pleasure inside me as he moved in a smooth, wonderful rhythm. It was fast enough that the wave of my orgasm built inside me, but not so fast that I couldn’t savor the anticipation of when it would happen. "Harder."

"Harder?" Cam asked, a smirk again in his voice. “You sure?”

I nodded, water dripping from my hair as I steeled myself for his power. Cam can be both a gentle lover and a relentless one, and right then I needed relentless. I needed to be taken, to be left as worn out as possible, ready to puddle in the bath and swirl down the drain.

Cam's next thrust was exactly that, powerful and uncompromising. His hips slapped against mine wetly, his withdrawal creating a short sucking sound as our skin separated. I grunted, lust washing over me as he did it again and again, faster and harder. His hands held my waist tightly, not allowing me to move as he took me over and over. I was helpless as he sent waves of pleasure tearing through my body. But I didn't care. I loved it.

When Cam first moved his right hand, I was so high on the feeling of him jackhammering inside me that I didn't even feel it until he began to rub and squeeze my ass again. I grinned in anticipation, thinking he was going to spank me. We'd never done it before, but as high as I was from the f*cking that Cam was giving me, I couldn't think of anything better.

Boy was I wrong, and in a good way. Cam's thumb pressed against the pucked flower of my *, pausing his thrusts as he waited to see what I would do. I'd never had anyone or anything in my ass before, and the naughtiness of it thrilled me. Sure, it was a small thing, but for me, that hole was virgin. Turning my head, I looked back at Cam, who was carefully watching me, his question silent but still there. "I've never done this before.”

"I know," he said, "I can tell."

"Will it hurt?" I asked. "I don't want it to hurt."

"Just my thumb this time. It won't hurt at all, I promise."

I nodded, knowing if I could trust anyone with this, it would be Cam.

I turned my head back to look down at my toes, trying to relax despite my trepidation. However, instead of pressing forward, he started moving his cock again in slow, relaxing thrusts that added to the warmth already inside me. It wasn't skyrocketing me towards an orgasm like his hard thrusting just a minute before did but instead relaxed me, my hips opening as I wanted more of him.

After a moment I felt Cam's thumb press against my * again, but not hard. In fact it felt good, my ass sensitive and aware as he rubbed in small circles, massaging the ring muscle at the same pace he thrust inside me. I wiggled my hips, ready for more. "I like it."

Cam's hips sped up again and his thumb pressed in more. I couldn't believe it, there was no pain at all, just like he'd promised. Instead, I just felt fuller, sexier, more accepting of the man I loved. Cam's cock sped up even faster, and I gripped the bar, pushing back into him. His thumb moved inside me, and I felt in absolute heaven. I moaned softly, unable to help myself as I pushed back into him over and over. "Oh Cam, f*ck me."

His thrusts grew faster and faster, pounding into me, my eyes clouding as my brain shut down. Everything was focused on the intense pleasure he was giving me. I cried out wordlessly as my first orgasm swept through me, and still Cam went harder, not giving me any chance to recover, rutting into me and making me his.

Time lost all meaning, my every sense condensed to the feeling of my man plunging in and out of me. My second orgasm built quickly inside of me, my knees unhinging as I felt how massive it was going to be. I was scared, and at the same time couldn't stop. The French call climaxing le petit mort, the little death, and I understood exactly what they meant as Cam pounded into me over and over.

"I'm going to come," Cam grunted, snapping my attention back to the moment. Suddenly, everything became hyperaware, as I heard the water splashing from the shower, the slap of his hips on my ass, the tingle of my skin where his repeated thrusts had set my skin aglow. Most of all though were the nerves inside me sending waves of pleasure through my body.

With a final loud guttural scream, Cam thrust one last time, filling me totally before finding his release. It tipped me over the edge of my second orgasm, my body clamping down around both of the wonderful instruments of joy inside me.

After it was over, I stood up weakly, sagging against the tile as my legs threatened to go out from underneath me. "Glad you lined the bottom of the tub with one of those rubber mat things," I finally said when I could speak again. "How in the hell can you do it?"

"What?" he asked, leaning against the tile himself while smiling at me. His cock was pink and raw from so much thrusting, but still he had a happy, spent look on his face. "The mat?"

"No, silly man," I said, finding the strength to stand and wrap my arms around him. "The ability to take me to new realms of happiness every time we make love."

"That's all you, my love," he said, kissing the top of my head and holding me. "Now, let me wash you before we run out of hot water."

I looked him in the eyes as he reached for the soap. "You're just looking for another way to tease me and turn me into your sex slut again, aren't you?"

Cam's eyes twinkled as he rubbed the bar between his hands and he shook his head. "Turn you on? Yes. But you’re no slut. Sex kitten maybe, but not a slut."