His eyes go wide. "Huh?"

I smile, trying to be sexy, and then drop to my knees. I stare up at him while he chews his lip again. Curling my fingers around his shorts, I make a show of pulling them down and freeing him. Then my eyes widen. "Oh."

"What?"

"It's just—"

"Well it's not hard, Luce, what did you expect?"

"I know. I just didn't expect it to be so small."

"Fuck you," he says, but he's laughing. He pushes his hand against my forehead until I fall back. I save myself with my outstretched arm.

He pulls his shorts back up and walks to the kitchen. "I hate you," he shouts over his shoulder.

I latch onto his back, wrapping my legs and arms around him. "I'm sorry!" I tell him.

"No. You're not forgiven." He bends over and swings me around until I'm in front of him with my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. He sits me on the counter and peels me off him. "You have man hands," he clips.

I frown and raise my hands to look at them.

"And you drool in your sleep, it's fucking disgusting."

I wipe my mouth with the back of my man hands.

"And you—" He cuts himself off with a sigh. "Nothing. I got nothing. You're perfect." He links our fingers together and kisses the back of each of my hands. "And you don't have man hands. That was mean. I'm sorry."

I pull on his hands until his arms are around me and I scoot forward, trying to get as close to him as possible. I run my fingers down his bare chest. "I want to lick you," I tell him, unashamed now. "All over. Your lips first. I love your lips." I kiss him slowly, feeling his fingers dig into my waist.

He pulls back before I'm ready. "I have homework."

"Oh."

He sighs as his hands pull at his hair. "I just need to learn self control with you. I can't just... I promised your dad... we can't always..."

I kiss him again, deeper this time. "But I'm so horny, Cam. I need a release."

He grunts, before picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder. He walks to the bedroom and throws me roughly on our bed. "I'll get you off, Luce," he says as a warning. "And that's as far as we go, okay?"

I nod.

He pulls on my ankles until my legs are off the bed. "Take your shirt and bra off, I want to see your tits."

I sit up. "Bossy Cam." I smile. "I love bossy Cam."

He folds his arms over his chest and quirks an eyebrow. He's hard now, made evident by the huge bulge in his shorts. I reach out to touch him there, but he pulls away.

"Luce, you get off and you only. I'm not playing."

Five minutes later, my shorts and panties are off and his mouth is exactly where I want him. My fingers curl on the bedspread under me. "Holy fuck, Cam."

He doesn't falter, not for a second. His fingers slide in and out, his mouth kisses, and his tongue licks. He started faster, more rushed. I asked him to slow down, so he did. And now—now he's perfect, bringing me to the edge twice, only to pull away smiling.

"Cam!"

And he starts again.

"You have to let me..." I breathe out.

The vibration of his response against my wetness has me squirming. He uses his forearm to hold down my stomach, keeping me in place.

My hips thrust forward, wanting more of him. And he gives it. Fuck, does he give it.

My back arches off the bed. I'm panting his name, over and over. He never stops. Not until the last wave hits me and my body collapses.

"I can't feel my legs," I moan. "Or my face."

I gaze down at him through heavy eyelids. He stands at the end of the bed, his hard-on tenting his pants. He picks up my discarded shirt and wipes his mouth. Then he looks at me. From my head, all the way down to my toes. He's never seen me fully naked before. His eyes trail back up as he licks his lips. "You're so fucking sexy, Lucy. I was so close to coming just from tasting you like that."

I sit up and pull his shorts down, freeing him completely. "I want to have sex, Cam. Please?"

I scoot up on the bed until my head hits the pillow, and then spread my legs for him. "I'm ready," I tell him, my voice coming out a whisper. And a ton of emotions hit me full force. I love him. I don't want to share this with anyone else, and I lie here, prepared for him. Waiting for him. While he stands at the end of the bed looking at me, fighting a war in his head.

I don't know why I waited so long, not when I've always been so sure of him. Of us.

"Please, Cameron."

He kicks off his shorts and climbs onto the bed and between my legs. "Lucy, I don't—"

"Do you love me?" I ask him.

He rests his forearms on either side of my head as his eyes scan mine. "You know I do."

"Then why are you hesitating?"

He shakes his head, then rests it on my shoulder, slowly dropping his hips so I can feel his hardness against me. "I didn't want it to be like this... in the heat of the moment. I wanted to make it romantic. You know, hotel room, candlelit dinner, open fireplace, rose petals and shit."

I take his head in my hands and lift it so he'll look at me. "I don't care about that stuff. I just want you."

He nods. "I'm nervous."

"I'm scared."

"Maybe we shouldn't."