I lean forward, biting down on his shoulder to avoid screaming his name as my orgasm hits me, blinding white light crossing my vision as pleasure rolls through my body. Cameron pumps inside of me, once, twice, and then he stills, filling me as he groans against my neck, cursing under his breath. “I think I finally see the appeal of being inside,” he teases, a callback to our conversation at the lake when he told me he preferred being outside.
