Gwendolyn knew that although he encouraged her to take the pace she wanted, she knew that he wanted it hard and first. She could tell in the way his hips rose eagerly to meet hers, in the groans that fell from his lips, and in the way his fingers grasped at her. She knew he wanted it just as badly as she did; who was she to deny him that? And, the young queen in all of her power, found that she quite liked being under Cameron’s control— at least, in matters of the bed.<br/><br/>As instructed, she grounded her hips, hard and fast against her devoted knight’s shaft, her form perfect— as if she was merely galloping on her horse. In that position, her clit also found pressure; delicious friction against his mound. She found the harder she rode him, the better it felt, driving him deep and fast into her cunt— ever hungry for him. Nearly toppling over in her rising ecstasy, her hands reached up to grip at the elaborate headboard that adorned her bed in an effort to maintain her balance and keep their rhythm.<br/><br/>“Cam,” she moaned as she looked down at him, her gaze full of both love and lust. “Oh, god, how I love you,” she breathed as she collapsed atop of him, her hips still gyrating as she gripped at his face in a heated and intimate kiss. “How I’ve worshiped you,” she mumbled against his lips, accidentally biting him in her eagerness.