Page 21 of Finally Home

His brow furrowed. “Are you okay?”

Cami moaned as she nodded. “It’s been a while, and you aren’t exactly small.”

A shit-eating grin formed on his face. “I’ll go slow.”

She nearly rolled her eyes. Slow was the last thing she wanted, but West would put her needs before her wants. He always had.

West squared his hips ever so slightly, allowing her body to accept him as it had so many years ago.

The discomfort passed, and she wiggled her ass against him, willing him to move. Needing the friction only he could provide.

“Impatient little thing, aren’t we?”

“I said fuck me, West.” Her eyes narrowed in on his. “Hard.”

He practically purred. “With pleasure.”

Slow, deliberate strokes ignited a fire within her once more. Retreating from her completely, then burying himself until his thighs slammed against her ass.

“More. I need more,” she begged, her voice breathless. She closed her eyes, throwing her head back.

“Eyes on me, Red. I want you to know who’s fucking you. Who is giving you exactly what you want. What you need.”

Her eyes flew open to meet his emerald ones. There was no way she would forget who was giving her the most pleasure she’d had in years.

She’d dreamed of feeling him inside her again. Filling her so completely. But dreams couldn’t compare to the real thing. West’s sexual abilities aged to pure perfection.

Her hips tilted toward him, West thrusted rapidly, both panting at the rough pleasure. It was the perfect blend of need and fulfillment, their bodies fitting together seamlessly.

His fingers found her clit and pinched hard. “Again, Red. Come again.”

Dizzy with pleasure, she rocked her hips against him, riding his fingers against her clit as his cock hit her sweet spot.

Cami screamed loudly, her body beginning to tremble as she came in long, drawn-out bursts. She saw stars.

“That’s my girl. I’m not done with you yet, though.”

She clenched her muscles tightly around his cock, and he threw his head back. “Jesus, Red. Are you trying to kill me?”

A devilish grin played at the corners of Cami’s lips, and she released her grasp.

West gave the back of her thigh a playful smack. “Flip over.”

Obeying his command, she wiggled her ass in front of him. This was her favorite position, and he knew it.

He situated himself at her entrance, and she waited for him to take her. When he didn’t immediately, she glanced over her shoulder at him with raised brows.

“Fast and hard, Red. I’m not going to last much longer. I want you to play with your clit. My hands are going to be busy on those beautiful breasts of yours.”

Fuck, he remembered exactly how she liked it. Cami nodded at him and positioned herself with her face on the soft rug and her hand between her legs. She reached farther back and gently cupped his balls in encouragement.

West inhaled sharply and jerked into her. She moaned, her plan executed flawlessly.

Not a second later a loud smack filled the room, and the sting of West’s large hand meeting her ass set in.

Cami yelped. Immediately propping herself up she glared over her shoulder.

A grin pulled at West’s lips. “While I absolutely adore you playing with my balls, they are not your clit.”

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