Page 140 of Camp Bliss
She does it again and again, moving into a rhythm that is both all-encompassing and merciless.
There is nowhere to hide from the ecstasy.
I squeeze my eyes shut.
“Stop fighting it.” I open my eyes and find her smiling wickedly. “Let go.”
I whimper.
“Come for me, baby.”
And that’s all it takes.
“Greta—” My orgasm rips through me, and I roar, pumping into her hands. Cum shoots from me, making her strokes slippery and the pleasure summits anything I’ve ever known.
I come and I fucking come until I’m a shaking, panting wreck.
“St-stop—Stop,” I put a quivering hand over hers. Her movements still, but she doesn’t release me.
When I can focus, I see Greta’s luminous face. She’s beaming.
Have I ever seen her looking this happy?
And, Jesus, this proud?
A hoarse chuckle rumbles from me.
It’s all I can do not to say the words.
My God, I love you.
Her smile closes in on me, and she kisses me with a soft, lingering touch.
When she draws back, her eyes are still bright. “Don’t move,” she says, and then she’s off the bed.
I doubt I could move if I tried.
I hear the sink in the bathroom, and a minute later, she’s back with a washcloth and a hand towel. When I reach for the washcloth, she gently bats my hand away and presses it to my belly.
I gasp even though it’s warm.
It’s just not at all what I expected.
She cleans me up. Carefully. Tenderly.
And I’m fucking humbled.
Jesus Christ, this woman.
I’m swallowing against a lump in my throat and trying to tell my heart to stay in my chest where it belongs when she brushes me with the towel before scrubbing a wet spot on the mattress between us.
From what I can see, she wads up the linens and drops them on the other side of the bed. I yank up my sweatpants and hope to God she’s not going to kick me out.
My prayers are answered when she shimmies back under the covers and right back into my arms.
Before I let myself say anything—because it would beeverything—I capture her face with one hand and kiss her like the survival of the species depended on it.
She starts giggling a minute or so into the kiss.
