A/N - thank you for the reviews! warning: smut alert in this chapter. if this is not your thing then don't read on but i will change the rating of the story to M to be on the safe side. enjoy!
Chapter Seven
Spending the night together had become a somewhat regular thing for Lillian and Cam. Since the day Lillian had told him a snippet of her past and the same day a thunderstorm brewed, they had taken to finding comfort in each other's arms and between blankets. It had become an unspoken agreement: the nights that bad weather were upon them, Cam would somehow find himself wandering to Lillian's farm, or she would turn up at Howard's café – much to the sincere delight of Howard and Laney. The two didn't seem to mind considering Lillian and Cam's relationship was entirely platonic.
For the moment.
The other villagers had caught on to their companionship and found it to be something rather pleasant, with the villagers often exchanging fond looks with whoever's company they were in, cooing as Cam and Lillian walked by. Ash fondly teased his best friend about it, glad that he could now spend time with the both of them, without either of them wanting to rip out each other's throats.
When Fall came around, and Lillian and Cam were raking leaves on the farm – which turned into a play fight, and in turn changed to kissing – Lillian found herself feeling different toward him. She looked into those jade green eyes that reminded her of deep forests and felt a surge of affection for him. Not love, but more of a let-me-rip-your-clothes-off kind of feeling. Of all the times they had shared a bed or a blanket, not once had they pursued desires that they thought the other may or may not have. Sometimes, she had found something rather hard and persistent pressing into the small of her back, but did not press the matter for the fear of making Cam feel awkward. Even though they felt increasingly more comfortable around each other, he was still shy a lot of the time, whereas Lillian felt as if she was coming out of her shell more. In truth, it was a relief to have found someone she could speak openly to. The best thing for her had been when he hadn't shied away when he discovered the dreadful fact about her stepfather. Even though that she had barely scratched the surface with her past, this snippet of information had made things easier.
Now, as the autumn wind howled outside and the pair lay squashed in Lillian's bed together, she turned to him.
"Cam," she murmured. He grunted to show he was listening. "Have you… ever thought that we should take our relationship to the next level…?"
He turned around so fast it was alarming. He steadied her as she clung to the bed. "What, you mean marriage?" he asked. There was definite panic in his voice.
"No!" she said hurriedly. "Not at all! I meant, physically." She blushed violently. It sounded stupid when she said it out loud.
"You mean sex." It was a bland statement. When he spoke again his voice was gentler. "You've thought about it?"
"Only recently," she admitted. "I feel… quite strongly about you, and when I'm with you, I get these… urges."
"I do, too," he murmured, "I didn't say anything because I wanted to wait until you were ready."
"You – you did?"
"Of course," he said and sounded mildly offended. "I care a lot for you, too, believe it or not."
"Oh." She paused. She had to be honest. "I'm a virgin, Cam."
"So am I," he said without a trace of embarrassment. "Good to get this out in the open now, eh?"
She mumbled her agreement. Silence fell upon them in the darkness. "So… what now?" she asked.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, I've never done this before, so, do you just…" She trailed off awkwardly.
"You want to do it now?" he asked, surprised.
"No, no, not if you'd rather we didn't," she replied quickly. "I mean, you're older than me, I thought you could take the reins, so to speak."
He snorted. "Two years isn't that much older."
"I suppose not." Another pause. "Let's wait then. All this talk has kind of killed the mood, actually."
"Agreed," he said. "Now let's go to sleep."
Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her to his chest, both of them with smiles on their faces neither could see.
Cam felt elated as he went about working at his stall the next day. Jubilant, yet giddy, as he thought about his talk with Lillian a couple days previous. Here was a girl he cared about very much, and the girl he wanted to lose his virginity too. Words could not express how pleased he felt when she had stated she was finally ready. Of course, he would have waited twenty years if she wished to. For his birthday she had made him a glorious meal at her house, where she had led him blindfolded, and when the bandana was taken off he saw that she was dressed in a short, frilly dress that accentuated her curves and high heels adorned her feet. She had taken to dropping her fork a lot during their evening so that her assets became even more obvious over her neckline, and bending down near him so that her behind only just grazed his crotch or leg, so really, the clues were there all along.
One day, however, as Lillian fulfilled requests around town, Cam escaped from his stall an hour early and ducked inside the café. When she had entered the town hall he reappeared, carrying a large tray in hand, hurrying from the town centre and to her farm. As expected, her front door was unlocked, so slipped inside and set the tray down upon the table. Atop the tablecloth he set down various dishes, all her favourite: a corn soup for starters, lasagne with Howard's specially made garlic bread, and finally a cherry pie for dessert. Aside from the garlic bread, Cam had more or less successfully made the dishes himself. His chest swelled with pride as he looked over the ensemble, complete with a red rose laid across the table top and bottle of rose wine. He knew she loved roses, so tried to include them as much as possible.
His heart beat erratically as he waited for her. Anxious, yet excited, he paced the length of her house, very much eager for her to return. If they were going to this, then he was going to make it as romantic as possible, and he was going to do it properly. He wanted to surprise her and show that he could be spontaneous. He just hoped she wasn't disappointed.
Sometime later, the door knob turned slowly, and in walked Lillian with her dogs and cat at her heels. Momentarily distracted by Big Ben gambolling around her, she did a double take when finally saw Cam, allowing the pets to be let back outside again after they had made a fuss of her.
"Surprise," he said, smiling nervously.
"What's all this?" she asked in awe.
"I wanted to surprise you." He went over to her and took off her cardigan. He laid it over the back of a chair and allowed her to sit down before shimmying her under the table. "I made your favourite."
He began ladling soup into bowls, steam wafting around her nose, the tantalising smell of creamy corn causing her to salivate. She tried a spoonful; it was delicious.
"This is a lot better than the pudding you made for me," she told him with a cheeky wink.
"I've been practising. Here." Scooping lasagne onto a plate, he handed it over to her, accompanied by the garlic bread.
She moaned her appreciation. "This is so good."
He smiled, relieved. "Howard made the garlic bread. I can't take credit for that…"
She reached for his hand across the table. "It's wonderful – a really lovely thought, thank you."
The sincerity in her tone of voice made his stomach swoop. Trying to steady his shaking hand, he poured them both more rose wine, which they sipped in a pleasant silence. Lillian set her knife and fork down, feeling well-fed and peaceful.
"Allow me." Cam got up and placed their dirty dishes in the sink. "Do you want cherry pie now, or later?"
"Later," came Lillian's reply, patting her stomach. She sipped her drink. "Thank you again, Cam. And for the rose."
"You're welcome." Pleased that the evening had been a success so far, he planted a gentle kiss on her forehead, until suddenly she grabbed his tie and pulled him closer down onto her level, causing him to nearly topple over. He returned her kiss, their lips remaining together as she stood and placed her arms around his neck. She tasted like the wine they had been drinking: sweet and fruity yet ever so slightly dry. Cupping her behind with both his hands, he lifted her up in one swift movement. She anchored herself more by wrapping her legs around his waist. They began kissing with a raw desire, locked in a tight embrace, her hands through his hair and a tightening forming in his crotch. Steadily, he walked with as much care as he could to her bed, laying her down gently whilst he remained on top of her. Cam rested his body weight on his forearms so as not to squash her.
Lillian's teeth grazed his bottom lip, eliciting a sharp gasp from him, then ran her hands up and down his sides. His body was strong yet slim and agile, reminding her of a large cat. He moved sinuously, grinding his hips against hers, his hardness riding up her skirt.
"Cam, please," she gasped, resting her hands upon his chest. Her fingers teased the opening of his shirt, grazing the soft tuft of blond hair there.
Wordlessly, he nibbled her ear lobe, working his way down her neck to the base of her throat whilst he caressed the soft skin of her inner thigh. Her breath hitched in her throat and she stiffened slightly when his lightly touched the fabric of her underwear.
"Are you sure about this?" he whispered, halting his actions completely.
"More than anything," she breathed back. "I'm just nervous, that's all."
He didn't say anything. Of course, he was nervous too, but didn't want to let it show. Right now, he would go with his instincts.
He proceeded to graze the thin fabric of her underwear, feather light, as Lillian trailed kisses along his strong jawline. Light, like whispers. His hair tickled her face as he bowed his head, shivers rolling down his spine at her touch. Feeling marginally more confident, Cam pushed her panties to the side, touching at the moisture there. Lillian gasped, her blunt fingernails digging into his bicep when he inserted one digit. It was an initial sharp pain but became bearable. As she relaxed more, it became easier for him to slip in another finger, gently pulling them out and pushing them in again to allow Lillian to become accustomed to this new sensation.
"Is this okay?"
"Yes," she replied instantly. She began rolling her hips against his hand. She wanted – no, needed – to feel more friction. Anything.
As Cam picked up a slow yet divine rhythm, Lillian scrabbled at his trousers, clumsily undoing the button and zip and slipping her hand down his underwear. She gasped. He was at full hardness and rather an impressive length. Judging from his girth, it would be a tight fit – how on earth would that work out?
Admittedly, Lillian wished she had never felt Cam's erection, as fear flooded her stomach. Surely it couldn't fit. And trying to do so would probably tear her apart…
She didn't have much time to dwell on this, however, as Cam had quickly discarded his trousers and was already teasing her entrance with the head of his cock.
"Cam," she said sharply. Immediately, he stopped, and looked her in the eye. "Are you sure this can work? I mean, considering I've never done this before…"
"We can stop if you like," he told her seriously. "I'll wait for you."
"It's not that I don't want to." She struggled to find the right words. "You… are rather big, and… I'm just afraid of it hurting a lot."
He kissed her softly on the mouth. "We can do this another time, it's up to you."
She hesitated. Of course she wanted to have sex with Cam – on the other hand, she knew if she waited, she would be putting off the inevitable pain of losing her virginity forever, and at that rate she would never be with anyone.
"I do want to, really," she said at last. "Can… can you try and be as gentle as possible…?"
"I wouldn't have it any other way; this is supposed to be good for you, as well." With another kiss, he touched her sex again to elicit more moisture. Instantly, she fell back into the flow of things, keeping herself relaxed by watching Cam's face: flushed, with his eyes sparkling with desire. He caught her looking at him and smiled warmly, and she knew it would be okay. She felt the tip press her again and tried to keep herself from clamming up. Slowly, Cam eased himself in, watching Lillian's expression should she call for him to stop. Her brow scrunched up when she gasped, holding onto his arms to anchor herself, biting her lip as he pushed more of himself inside of her. Eventually, when he was all but inside save for an inch, her lip had turned a dark shade of red.
"Are you okay?" he whispered, concern in his voice.
"Yes," came a stiff reply. "I'm fine."
Finally, buried inside her, Lillian allowed herself to breathe steadily. The pain was sharp and she whimpered when he pulled out and eased himself back in again. Her body was learning to accommodate him, and the pain slowly evaporated as she began to grow accustomed to the fullness of him. As her whimpers dissolved into lustrous sighs, Cam pulled her dress from over her head and discarded it on the floor. For a moment he became still. His eyes feasted on her body, the full roundness of her breasts, and the curvature of her waist. From the beauty mark above her left breast, to the gooseflesh that had erupted over her arms at his touch, she was beautiful.
Lillian's hips bucked up to meet his, urging him to go faster; he obligingly did so, shudders of pleasure rolling down his spine as her mouth opened and wonderful, tantalising sounds came out. Sounds of bliss, louder now she had relaxed and allowed herself to enjoy the occasion more. Soon, she felt a tightening in her lower abdomen, and as alien as this feeling was, she did not want Cam to stop. Instead she wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him to go faster, until the feeling encroached itself upon her all the more. A sharp gasp stuck in her throat and she let out a loud moan as she reached her crescendo, the tight sensation releasing in her sex and pushing her over the edge. Her walls convulsed around his length as she came, and he finally slowed to a near complete stop to allow her to recuperate.
"That was…" she panted. There were no words. Instead, she smiled shyly at him.
He kissed her passionately on the mouth. "Shall I keep going?"
"Yes, please," Lillian replied eagerly.
With a smile, Cam began thrusting again. He knew now that he was not far from finishing either. His thrusts soon became hard and desperate, Lillian clawing desperately at his back, until finally his climax washed over him, spilling his seed and rendering him speechless. He flopped down next to Lillian, where she rested her head in the crook of his arm.
"Thank you," she whispered.
"What for?" he asked, confused.
"For being the person I got to share that with," came the simple reply.
He smiled and snaked his arm around her bare shoulders to bring her closer to him. A thin sheen of perspiration covered their bodies, a small coverlet over them for decency. He, too, was pleased he was able to share such an intimate experience with Lillian. She was beautiful, funny, fiery… Not for the first time, he caught himself wondering why he had such a problem with her at the beginning, before deciding it had been down to his own stupidity and pig-headedness.
After some time Lillian began to shiver. She threw the coverlet off her and reached across Cam to the floor where her underwear and dress had been discarded. In that blissful moment, she had forgotten until Cam spoke.
"Lillian," he said suddenly, "what are these scars on your back?"
He touched one gently with his finger but she pulled up from the floor immediately, clothes clutched in hand, a terrified expression on her face.
"Nothing," she said hurriedly, pulling on her dress.
"Obviously they are something." He frowned at her. He knew he shouldn't pry but was too concerned not to.
"I got beat worse than I let on, okay?" she snapped, glaring at him when she had made herself decent. "Just drop it."
Instantly, she regretted her harsh tone of voice. He cared; she knew that. After so many years of bottling up her past and her feelings it was difficult to let go of the pain. Even to talk about it made her relive the worst moments of her life.
"I'm sorry," she murmured, crawling across the bed to him and resting her head on his stomach.
"No, I am." He sighed. "I shouldn't have asked."
She kissed the spot just above his navel. "I'll tell you when I'm ready, okay?" she said, her voice gentler.
He nodded and smoothed her hair. It felt like silk against his fingertips. He lifted her chin with his index finger and leaned down to kiss her.
The cherry pie lay upon the table, forgotten.
