Chapter Text
This night
You're mine
It's only you and I
I'll tell you
To forget yesterday
This night we are together
This night
Is mine
It's only you and I
Tomorrow
Is such a long time away
This night can last forever
Billy Joel
When they stepped off the elevator and walked hand in hand through the hotel lobby towards the restaurant, it was no exaggeration to say that every eye in the place followed their progress. Chris and Cameron were both stunning and looked stunning together. Chris couldn’t wipe off the proud and pleased smile he’d worn since Cam had come back out of the bedroom with her purse in her hand and a killer red lipstick on her lips. God, she looked good enough to eat. And he knew he was the envy of every man in the place. They entered the restaurant and both chuckled at the way the maître d literally fawned over them, Cameron in particular. The man led them to a slightly secluded table that was already set with candles and white and pink roses, just as Chris had requested. Cam shot Chris a pleased smile as the maître d pulled out her chair. He waited until Chris was seated to inform them that their sommelier would be with them in a moment then melted away as Chris and Cameron turned their attention to each other.
“This restaurant is beautiful, Chris. And, let me take a wild guess here, you asked for the table to be set this way, right?”
“I know how much you like setting a table with candles and white and pink roses, so…” he shrugged.
“Thank you, a ghra, it means so much to me that you remember little details like that.”
He smiled. “Over the years I’ve tried to remember all the things you like. Makes it easier to keep you happy.”
Cam laughed softly. “You just being you makes me happy, Christopher.”
Chris laid his hands on the table, palms up, and Cameron immediately settled her hands in his. They stayed that way all through their conversation with the sommelier. They only stopped touching long enough to look at their menus and order dinner, a meal that included yellowfin tuna, filet mignon, and a decadent dessert tasting plate for two that had Cameron practically shedding tears of joy. They held hands while they ate, lingering over their food and wine while they discussed their plans for the rest of her visit to Boston and his decision to fly with her and her family to Dublin, where the Kennedys chose to spend New Year’s. It was during dessert and coffee that Chris looked at his watch and said, “Honey, I don’t think we’re going to make our reservations to the skating rink.”
“That’s okay, love, we can do it tomorrow. In fact…” she trailed off as she let go of his hand and reached into her purse. She pulled out her cell phone and dialed the hotel’s main number. She asked for the concierge. “Good evening, this is Cameron Kennedy, in the Governor’s Suite. Yes, hello…oh, that’s so nice of you to say, thank you. The reason I’m calling is my boyfriend, Chris Evans, booked a reservation for us tonight at the skating rink when he booked the suite. Unfortunately, we’re not going to be able to make that reservation but I was wondering – Mitchell, was it? – I was wondering, Mitchell, if we could simply reserve some time for late tomorrow afternoon, say around five p.m.? We can? Oh, that’s wonderful, Mitchell. Thank you for being so accommodating. We’ll be sure to stop by your desk to say hello when we’re done with dinner this evening. Yes, we’re dining in the Meritage. Oh, it’s wonderful, the food, the wine, the service, everything. And I can’t say enough about the suite. Just lovely. I’ll have to stay here again next time I’m in Boston.” She winked at Chris, who smiled and shook his head. Cameron could charm the pants off of anyone. “Well, thank you again for moving the reservation for us. We both appreciate it. Yes, in fact, Chris is a hometown boy. As I said, we’ll stop by and say hello after dinner. You’re too kind. Thank you, Mitchell.” She ended the call and dropped her phone back into her purse. “Done. We’ll skate tomorrow then have dinner…upstairs,” she said with a sultry little smile.
“You know, you could probably get a leopard to change his spots, babe.”
She gave an elegant little shrug then slipped her hand back into his. “I can’t tell you how many concierges and hotel people and what not I’ve had to deal with over the years. You learn to speak their language – and treat them like human beings and not robots – and they’ll bend over backwards to help you. It’s just common sense and civility, both of which you have in spades so I’m not sure why you think what I do and say is so special.”
Chris looked deeply into Cameron’s eyes and tightened his hand around hers. “Because everything you say and do is special to me, sweetheart. I need you to remember that, always.”
Cam sighed softly. Chris’ ability to be insanely romantic still took her by surprise, even after all this time. “I think it’s time we moved this little rendezvous back to our suite, vous ne croyez pas, mon amour?”
Chris laughed quietly. “Why do I get the feeling I’m going to have to invest in several Rosetta Stone packages in order to keep up with your ability to speak multiple languages?”
She shook her head with a grin. “Stick with me, love, and I’ll teach you all you need to know in Irish, French, and Spanish. That should hold you over quite nicely.”
“And what do you plan to teach me, how to say ‘where’s the bathroom’?”
“Oh, no, love, I plan to teach you more important things than that.”
“Such as?”
She ran a gentle fingertip along the palm of his hand and watched as he shivered. “Such as: there, that’s the spot; or maybe, oh my love, I love how you do that; or perhaps, sweetheart, please, take me places I’ve never been; or, most definitely, harder, Chris, harder, faster…” she trailed off, her eyes hot, her lips forming a sexy little smirk.
“Oh my God.” He began to look around frantically for the waiter as Cameron gave a sultry little chuckle that he felt all the way to his core. He waved the waiter over with one hand as he reached for his wallet with the other. Cameron just sat back and enjoyed watching a flustered Chris try to keep it together, knowing full well that she’d just set him off. And that was exactly the reaction she’d been hoping for.
Cam wasn’t sure what to expect from her first time. She’d spoken, in depth and at length, with Gia, her sister from another mother, and her own sister, Elizabeth, who’d recently lost her virginity to her longtime boyfriend, Zach. Both girls told her that it would hurt but just for a minute or so, less if you were with a skillful and attentive lover, two things Cam was certain Chris was. She had every confidence that he was everything she wanted in a lover: gentle, loving, generous, considerate, and so totally in love with her that he would go out of his way to take care of her. As she watched Chris look over the check, add the tip then sign, she searched her feelings and realized that she wasn’t nervous or afraid – she was wildly anticipating the moment. She’d dreamed of making love with Chris since long before they’d shared their first kiss. Knowing that her dreams were about to come true sent a thrill up her spine and she shivered involuntarily. Chris caught the movement and sent her a smile that made her heart flip flop in her chest. He put his credit card back in his wallet and put his wallet in his pocket as he stood up and offered Cameron his hand. She placed her hand in his and let him pull her up, a moment reminiscent of the one they’d shared that night in 2006 when she’d promised him someday. He leaned over and pressed a soft kiss against her lips. “Let’s go upstairs, sweetheart,” he whispered. Mesmerized by the desire she saw in his beautiful blue eyes, she nodded wordlessly.
Hand in hand, they left the restaurant. As they walked across the lobby towards the elevators, Cam tugged on Chris’ hand and said, “Let’s just say hi to Mitchell, babe. I promised, and it’s always a good idea to keep the wheels greased, you know?” Chris wanted nothing more than to get on the elevator and take her up to their suite but he smiled and nodded and they walked over to the concierge desk. After exchanging pleasantries with Mitchell and signing a couple of autographs for him, they resumed their walk to the elevators. As they waited for one of the cars, Chris used his free hand to gently tangle his fingers in the thick curls that hung over Cam’s left shoulder. He leaned over again and brushed his lips against hers then kissed his way across her cheek to her ear. “Do you have any idea how much I want you, Cameron?” he whispered.
“Considering how much I want you, a ghra, I can only imagine,” she whispered back as she brought her free hand up to his lapel then trailed it slowly down his chest towards his belt buckle. She pressed soft kisses to his jaw and smiled as their lips met again. “I love you, Chris,” she murmured between kisses. The elevator dinged and the doors slid open. She reached up and pulled his fingers from her hair then stepped into the elevator, tugging him along in her wake. The moment the elevator doors slid closed, Chris wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her in for a deep kiss. Moments later, the elevator dinged again as they arrived on their floor. They pulled apart, stepped off and headed down the hall to their suite. Once inside, he closed and locked the door then leaned against it. She turned to look at him, and he gasped at the naked want in her eyes.
“Cameron, you are everything I’ve ever wanted,” he said quietly. “You are the only one I will ever want. I love you so much and tonight, finally, I’m going to make you mine.”
She stepped up to him and brought her body flush against his. “I’ve always been yours, Chris, whether I wanted to admit it or not. But while my heart and mind have always belonged to you, tonight we can add my body to the list.” She lifted her hands to his face and framed it. “Make me yours, a ghra.” She smiled. “Sweetheart, le do thoil, dom a ghlacadh chun áiteanna riamh tá mé imithe roimh.”
“I don’t care what you just said. Let’s go to the bedroom, my love, I can’t wait any longer.” Chris slipped one arm around Cam’s back and swept the other under her knees. She gasped as he lifted her up in his arms then giggled as he walked over to their bedroom.
“Are you sure you don’t want to know what I said, babe?” she asked as she draped her arm around his broad shoulders.
“I’m assuming it was something you said to me downstairs. Um, did you tell me to take you places you’ve never been?”
Cam smiled. “Very good. I’ll have you speaking in my native tongue before you know it.”
Chris set her down on the king size bed. “Right now, babe, I’d rather be sucking on your tongue.”
“Well, okay then,” Cam said with a laugh. She rose up on her knees and reached up to push Chris’ suit jacket off his shoulders. “I love this suit, Chris, but I’d love it even more if it were on a hanger or something.” Chris laughed and removed the jacket. He stepped over to the wing chair near the bed and draped his jacket over the arm before unbuttoning and removing his vest. He came back to the bed. “Turn around, babe,” he said.
Cameron, who was still on her knees, turned her back towards Chris. He brought his hands up to her hair and undid the fancy barrette that held her thick tresses. Rather than spread her hair out over her back, Chris started looking for the zipper of her dress. He ran his hands over the lace covering her back. “Babe, where’s the zipper?”
Cam chuckled. “It’s a side zip dress.” She pushed her hair back off her shoulder then turned to face Chris again. She grabbed his hand and brought it to where the zipper sat just under her left arm. He slid the zipper down then, together, they worked the dress up her body and over her head. Chris grinned when he saw her bra. “That’s different,” he said, “but I like it.”
“Yeah, well, that dress kind of demanded something different.”
“Well, you could have gone braless,” he said as he trailed his fingers gently over the swell of her full breasts.
“Nuh uh, not happening, hot stuff. By the way, let’s see what you’ve got under the shirt, shall we?” she said as she reached up and loosened his tie. She pulled it off and tossed it towards the wing chair. She started on the buttons of his shirt, humming under her breath. He helped her by pulling his shirt out of his pants then popped open the buttons on his cuffs. She pushed his shirt off his shoulders then ran her hands over his abs and pecs and sighed as he let the shirt fall to the floor. “You’re so beautiful, Chris.”
He let out a breathy laugh, thoroughly affected by both her words and her touch. “No way, babe. You’re the beautiful one.” He tunneled his hand under her hair and cupped the back of her head. He brought her face up to his and gave her a gentle kiss. “I love you, Cameron, so much,” he whispered against her lips. “Tonight is going to be special for both of us. I promise to be careful and take care of you.”
She smiled and pressed her lips against his as she unbuckled his belt then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. They kissed deeply as she pushed his pants and boxer briefs down past his hips, freeing his erection. She pulled away and looked down at him, her eyes widening. She’d felt him before, over his clothes, as things had gotten a bit hot and heavy the last couple of times they saw each other before they went their separate ways to film Iron Man 2 and The Losers and again in the past week. She’d tentatively, shyly rubbed her hand against his crotch and had allowed him the liberty of touching her breasts and slipping his hand into her panties, something she’d never done with any of her previous boyfriends. She knew he felt impressive but now, seeing him in all his naked glory for the first time, she was blown away by how impressive he was and she felt really nervous for the first time. Would she really be able to accommodate all of that?
Chris sensed the small change in her mood and brought two fingers under her chin to tip her head up to look at him. “Don’t worry, baby, everything will be fine.” He smiled as she nodded slowly. “Why don’t you lie back for me, sweetheart?”
Cam started to push herself back on the bed that she had wisely turned down before they left for dinner. She stopped and looked up at him. “Chris, would you mind some music? Maybe something soft in the background?”
Music, of course. This girl’s life was all about music; why wouldn’t she want some playing while she made love for the first time? Chris nodded then stepped over to the chest that sat under the flat screen television. He stooped down and opened the doors on the front, revealing the cable box and a stereo receiver. He turned on the receiver and fiddled with the dial until he found a station that played slow, romantic music. As he stood up and returned to the bed, the opening strains of George Michael’s “Father Figure” came through the speakers that were carefully hidden around the room. He climbed onto the huge bed and crawled on all fours until he reached Cameron, who had made herself comfortable against the big, fluffy pillows. He looked into her eyes and saw how affected she was by him, by the music, and by what was going to be one of the most momentous occasions in her young life. She smiled at him. “I couldn’t have chosen a more perfect song to play in the background, my love,” she said as she reached out to caress his cheek. “This song is so…sexy. It’s so…” she gave a sultry little smile, “…you.” She trailed her fingers down to his neck then wrapped her hand around the base of his skull and brought him in for a slow, wet, passionate kiss.
Chris brought his body up over hers, never once breaking their kiss, and slowly ran one hand down her side, over her hip and down to her thigh. He lowered himself on top of her then pulled away from her hot mouth long enough to ask, “Am I too heavy for you, sweetheart?”
She shook her head. “No, no, you’re perfect, honey, totally perfect.” She sighed as she felt him slip his hand under her thigh and lift it so he could comfortably settle himself between her legs. He urged her to wrap her long leg around his hip and when she did, she drew in a sharp breath as she felt his erection rub against her. She arched into him involuntarily, causing him to gasp. He lowered his head once more and covered her lips with his in a moist, passionate kiss. He explored her mouth with his tongue, sucked on hers for a while, teased her lips then finally broke the kiss. He gave her a sexy, lazy smile as he began kissing his way down to the tops of her breasts, stopping long enough to carefully remove her bra. He tossed it aside then paused to admire her beautiful breasts. “You’re so, so gorgeous, Cam, so perfect. I am so very blessed.”
“No, a ghra, I’m the one who’s blessed,” she whispered as he palmed her breasts and gently rubbed his thumbs across her nipples. She shuddered under his touch then whimpered as he replaced one hand with his mouth. Chris nipped at and teased her nipple then finally drew it into his mouth. He ran his tongue across and around it then began to suck greedily. He heard her moan faintly and could feel her tossing her head back and forth as she cupped the back of his head and held him to her breast. After a bit, Chris turned his attention to her other breast and feasted there for a long while, reveling in Cameron’s moans and soft cries of encouragement.
In time, Chris resumed his exploration of Cameron’s amazing body, taking time to learn every peak and valley, to run his hands over her smooth, soft skin. He ran a finger just under the elastic of her satin and lace panties then settled his mouth against her satin covered mound and inhaled deeply. Her musky scent was intoxicating. He brought his hands up to her panties and slowly pulled them down past her hips and legs and tossed them on top of his discarded pants and underwear. He then slowly rolled down her thigh high silk stockings, pausing every now and then to place gentle kisses on her inner thighs and along her calves. He removed her stockings and her shoes and pressed a kiss against the arch of each foot as he dropped her things onto the floor. He then kneeled between her spread legs and stared down at her, suddenly overwhelmed.
“My love? Is there something wrong?” Cameron looked up at Chris, apprehension in her eyes.
“There isn’t a fucking thing wrong, sweetheart.” He lowered himself to the bed and rested his elbow on the outside of her thigh, his cheek against his fist. He ran his free hand up her other leg then trailed his fingers across the tight black curls at the apex of her thighs. As he toyed with her, he could feel her trembling. She was such an innocent. She had admitted to him last week that she had never let Ben or the guys before him get too far with her. For all her bravado and undeniable sex appeal, which she used well on stage and on screen, she was rather shy. She was even timid about letting Chris get as far as he had over the past week. He knew it was going to take every ounce of patience he possessed tonight but he was going to make her first time a memorable – and wonderful – experience. His girl was going to overcome the nerves he knew she was fighting to hide. He lowered his head and brushed his mouth against her then slowly dragged his tongue along her folds.
Cameron almost leaped off the bed at the first contact of his tongue against her. She managed to grab handfuls of the bedsheets and threw her head back as he deepened the contact. Before long, his entire mouth was pressed up against her, and his tongue was working a kind of magic that she never knew existed. When he began to suck at and play with the little bundle of nerves that, until earlier that week, had only been touched by her own hands, she sobbed out loud as she felt the pressure build throughout her body.
Chris had never tasted anything so sweet as the juices that flowed from Cameron. She tasted like heaven. And how much did he love hearing her sobs and soft cries of encouragement? He knew from their make-outs that she always made little noises of pleasure in the back of her throat but the sounds she made now were like music to him.
Cameron hadn’t known what to expect from this particular act of love. When she’d spoken to Gia and Elizabeth, she asked about it and they had done their best to explain it but those explanations did not come close to the actual act. Liquid fire raced through her veins as she felt Chris’ tongue lap her up. The sensations were overwhelming, and she found herself trying to keep from losing consciousness. Oh, God, this was good, he was good, and this experience was so utterly delicious. She felt her body tightening, every caress of his talented tongue bringing her closer and closer to the edge of the world. She whimpered his name over and over, her ability to say anything else failing her, her capacity for rational thought now hovering at empty.
Chris felt the pressure building in her; he knew that she was ready to explode with a powerful orgasm. He deliberately slowed down and brought his tongue up the entire length of her slit, ending at her sweet little nub. He circled his tongue around it then suckled it. That was all it took.
Suddenly, Cameron felt it begin, a wave of pleasure the likes of which she’d never known, climbing higher and higher until it threatened to consume her in one strike. Powerless to fight, she threw her head back and let loose a hoarse scream as her body convulsed in blinding ecstasy. It was unlike anything she’d ever experienced in her entire life. She felt Chris hold her hips down as he rode the waves out with her, his mouth never leaving her, his tongue thrusting furiously within her folds. Cameron experienced spiral after spiral of pleasure, each peak more intense than the next. For a few moments, she thought her heart would stop, and she felt that if she had to die, this would be the way to do it. “Chris!” she cried. “Oh, my God, Chris, I love you, I love you, I love you,” she sobbed, falling back on the bed as the waves finally crested, crying softly, feeling utterly loved and completely spent.
Chris, deeply moved at her uninhibited reactions to his loving, gave her one last, long lick then moved away from her. He had watched her as he brought her over the edge, as she experienced the pleasure of oral love for the very first time, and he felt awestruck and humbled. She was a magnificent sight to behold, her face reflecting everything she was experiencing, and he felt tears well up in his eyes again as he saw her collapse onto the bed. He’d never had a woman react to him the way she did. As he watched her face, he saw tremendous joy and pleasure, and it moved him deeply. Good God, how he loved this woman.
Chris wiped his mouth and pulled himself up to lie beside her. He looked at her and smiled. Her eyes were closed, her skin was beautifully flushed, her breathing was shallow but even, and she looked happier than he’d ever seen her. The orgasm she’d just had was the most volcanic he’d ever witnessed, and he was pleased that he’d been the one to give it to her. He brought his hand up to her face and pushed her hair back off her damp cheeks and forehead. He continued to caress her face until she finally stirred and opened the gorgeous clear gray eyes he so adored.
“Hi,” he said softly then leaned down to brush a kiss across her lips.
“Hi,” she replied, her voice barely a whisper.
“Are you okay?”
“What in the name of all that’s good and holy was that?”
“That, sweetheart, appeared to be a pretty amazing orgasm.”
“Are you sure that wasn’t some kind of freaky earthquake?”
He laughed. “No, baby, that was all you.”
“I…that…it…damn!” She shook her head and smiled. “Where in God’s name did you learn how to do that?”
Chris grinned. “You seriously don’t want me to answer that, do you?”
“No, not really. It was rhetorical, actually. Wow,” she said as she took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?”
“No, sweetheart,” he said with a chuckle, “I’m not, I swear.”
“Yeah, you’re trying to kill me. We keep this up and I won’t live to see twenty-five.”
“Gee, I hope that doesn’t happen. We haven’t even gotten to round two yet.”
“Oh, good God,” she sighed, fighting a smile. “I can’t believe he’s already talking about round two. What makes you think I’ve recovered from round one?” Chris laughed out loud as she turned on her side to face him.
“You make me laugh, honey. I love that about you.”
“Oh, yeah? What else do you love about me?” she asked as she ran her hand down his chest and abs. Chris sucked in a breath when he felt her run her knuckles over his erection then wrap her fingers around him and pump him a couple of times. She was getting bold, his little innocent.
“I love that you’re finding the courage to step out of your comfort zone.”
“Well, I’m not completely out of my comfort zone,” she said softly as she continued to explore him, “there are a few things I want you to show me. I want you to teach me how to pleasure you the way you just did me.”
Chris brought his hand up and tangled his fingers in the curls that hung over her shoulder. “I’ll teach you. I’ll teach you whatever you want to learn.”
She leaned over and gave him a long, deep kiss. “Good,” she murmured as she pulled away, “because I think I’m ready for my next lesson right now.”
Chris smiled. He pulled his hand out of her hair, put it against her shoulder and pushed her onto her back. He covered her body with his and spent a long time just kissing her, knowing that usually got her warmed up. As he kissed her, he rubbed himself against her until she started to move her hips under his and she made those soft sounds of pleasure he had come to love. He pulled his lips from hers and brought himself up to lean on his elbows. “Sweetheart, bring your legs up around my waist.” Cameron did as he asked, her eyes wide in anticipation. He reached down between them and positioned himself at her opening. They had decided to forego a condom for their first time. He was clean and, thinking ahead, she went on the pill in October. And she was still thinking ahead this very evening. “I forgot to tell you how impressed I was with your attention to detail.” At her questioning look, he smiled and said, “The towel you have under you, babe.”
Cameron blushed furiously. She’d forgotten about the precaution she’d taken when she turned down the bed earlier that evening. Gia and Elizabeth both told her that they had bled their first time and Cameron didn’t want to mess up the hotel’s very expensive sheets. She also didn’t want to leave behind any embarrassing evidence of that evening’s activities. She gave a little shrug and said, “I didn’t want to make a mess.”
Chris leaned down and kissed her gently. “It might not be that bad, babe, but I appreciate the precaution.” He kissed her again, longer and deeper this time. She moaned and he knew she was ready. “Babe, if you feel too much pain or discomfort, tell me and I’ll stop, okay?”
“Okay,” she whispered, trying desperately to not tense up as she felt him enter her with agonizing slowness. She felt herself stretch to accommodate his girth; she didn’t find the sensation uncomfortable at all, not like she thought she would. He pulled out a little then slowly pushed back in. He repeated this twice more until he finally reached the thin barrier of her maidenhead. He pulled back then leaned down and covered her mouth with his, kissing her deeply as he thrust harder and broke past the barrier. He swallowed her small cry of pain and felt her nails briefly dig into his upper arms. Now fully seated inside her, he stayed still in order to give her time to adjust to him and for the pain to subside. He lifted his mouth from hers. “You okay, babe?” he whispered.
Cameron nodded slowly and gave him a soft smile. “Yeah, I’m fine. It only hurt for a moment. And, well, you feel good inside me.”
Chris felt his heart turn over in his chest. “And you feel so good around me, babe. So hot, so tight.” He leaned down and brushed his lips against hers. “I can’t stay still anymore, sweetheart. I’m going to start moving. If anything bothers you, tell me.” He pulled almost all the way out then plunged in again, a little less slowly this time, little by little setting the rhythm and the pace. He smiled as Cam picked up the rhythm and was soon moving against him, matching him stroke for stroke. His beautiful Cameron was a really fast learner.
Their eyes met and held and in his eyes, those gorgeous blue eyes that she fell into the moment she first met him, Cameron could see all the love Chris felt for her. It was a heartrending, humbling moment. She never thought she could elicit such emotions from another human being, yet here he was, doing everything in his power to spoil her for any other man. Who was she kidding? She had Chris; from this day forward there would never be any other man.
Chris read everything Cam felt for him in her magnificent gray eyes. How blessed was he to have the love of this phenomenal woman, the love of his life and his very best friend in the world? He wrapped his arms around her and held her close as he increased his tempo, his eyes never leaving hers. She kept up with him, never once complaining, never once asking him to slow down. It was almost impossible to tell that this was her very first time. Within moments, he felt the pressure building in his lower abdomen. He knew for sure that he was about to experience the most spectacular orgasm of his life and it was all because of this very special woman. “I love you, Cameron,” he choked out before he was completely incapable of speech. “I love you with all my heart and soul.”
“I love you, too, Chris, more than you’ll ever know,” she gasped out, her own orgasm building to a crescendo.
He stroked her harder and faster, chasing after the moment he would lose himself to her completely. Chris suddenly arched back violently, his arms tightly braced on either side of Cameron. He opened his mouth in a silent shout, his mind-blowing orgasm robbing him of his ability to speak or even moan. He was still in the deep throes of his climax when Cameron fell over the edge to join him. She burst into tears and cried out her love for the man above her. Long moments later he collapsed against her and they immediately tightened their hold on each other, neither one prepared to let the other go.
A few minutes later, Chris gave Cameron a long, lingering kiss then slowly pulled out of her and rolled onto his back. He took a couple of deep breaths then sat up and climbed out of bed. He padded over to the bathroom, grabbed a washcloth and dampened it with warm water. Returning to the bed, he laid down on his side and reached over to gently wipe the blood off Cameron’s thighs as she watched him quietly, marveling at his thoughtfulness and the gentleness of his touch. When he was done cleaning her off, he wiped her blood off of himself. He balled the washcloth up and tossed it into the wastebasket. He turned back to her, gathered her up in his arms and gave her a small smile. “How are you feeling, sweetheart?”
Cam snuggled into his embrace and answered his smile with a tender one of her own. “I feel great, really great. And you are amazing, Chris. That was better than anything I could have ever imagined.”
“I didn’t hurt you?”
She shook her head. “No. It only stung for a moment. I thought it was going to be much worse. But once that sting passed, all I could think of was how wonderful it felt to have you inside me. Like I said, you’re amazing. God, Chris, if it was so good this first time, I can’t imagine how fantastic it’s going to get…”
Chris leaned down and kissed Cameron slowly, deeply. “We can find out a little later, if you’re up to it,” he whispered against her lips.
“I didn’t disappoint you?” she asked shyly.
“Absolutely not! You were fantastic, everything I could have ever asked for and more.” He gave a sexy little chuckle. “You’re a really quick study, babe. I can’t wait to further your, ah, education.” He kissed her again.
“I do like the sound of that, a ghra. After all, I’m totally hot for teacher.” They both laughed. She reached up and tenderly cupped his cheek. “Chris, I love you, so very, very much.”
“I love you, too, sweetheart. You’re mine now, totally, completely. And I’m yours.”
“Till the end of time, a ghra, until the very end of time.”