I roll my hips, grinding against her. Cammie’s head snaps back and her body quakes as she contracts around me. There’s such primal satisfaction in knowing that I’m the one who takes care of her needs like this. That she feels safe enough with me to let go. That I’m special enough for her to let me see her at her most vulnerable and beautiful. And when her gaze returns to mine, hazy with desire, I let go, too. Falling into bliss along with her.
