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Her dress came off after mine, thrown into a pile on top of it, and her tongue found mine in between desperate gasps, cursing and whispering each other’s names. Cameron pushed me into the wall, pinning me, controlling me, and I handed myself over to her as her hands gripped every part of me, like a starving person at a feast desperate and not knowing where to start. I caressed her hips, feeling the soft fabric of her lace, but it turned quickly into fingernails digging into soft flesh, broken moans slipping out through her lips and driving me higher, Cameron kissing down my body, worshiping every inch of me.
“London,” she whispered, reverently, breathing my name like a prayer over and over as she roamed over hallowed ground of my body, dressed as sin. “Oh, London,” she breathed, dragging her tongue along the edge of the bra, kissing my nipple through the coarse texture of the fabric, slipping her hand along my thigh. “To think someone could look so perfect in this…”
“Fan of your own work?”
She laughed, but it turned into a throaty growl, as she went up and pushed me down by the shoulders, guiding me to my knees. “You’ve got a bratty mouth,” she said. “If you’re just going to give me commentary, you might as well put it to better use.”
She buried her hand in my hair, gripping the back of my head, and she pressed me into her, the fabric of her panties stained with her wetness. Driven delirious by the hunger, the aching need for her, I kissed at her clit through the lace, licking up along her shape, looking up at where Cameron stood over me like a fallen angel, mussed and dirtied under the halo of the ceiling light. The wild look of lust hazing over her eyes as she watched me kneel in front of her—maybe one night wouldn’t be enough.
I slipped her panties down, and I let her press my face against her center, against where she was throbbing for me, and I reveled in the soft, crackling sounds of her voice desperate from pleasure. Her taste flooded me, but I still couldn’t get enough—wanted to immerse myself in it, wanted to surround myself with it, wanted to become one with her, her pleasure.
It was all too soon before she came, her hips shuddering against me as she gripped me with both hands, crying out my name like a broken revelation.
“London…” She caressed my hair back with her thumb, looking down at me with the softest look in her eyes, leaning back against the wall. I bit my lip, looking up at her, wiping her wetness off my lower lip.
“You doing okay? You look like you’re about to fall over.”
“I wonder why on earth that might be.” She pushed away from the wall, pulling me up to my feet, and she pressed a hot, delirious kiss against me, her tongue diving into my mouth. I found myself walked backwards, and I heard a door open behind me, and she didn’t break free from the kiss until we were standing at the edge of her bed, Cameron looking down over my body, gripping at my bra.
“You were born to wear these things,” she murmured, caressing her thumb over me. A distant thought panged somewhere in the back of my mind—that I’d never be able to have relationships after this.
How would anyone else ever make me feel this good about myself? How would I ever be with anyone without thinking of the way Cameron made me feel? This feeling like…
The thought was gone as quickly as it came, and I let her shove me backwards, falling with a gasp onto the bed. She stood between my legs, grabbing my knees and spreading them roughly.
“Strap-on. I’m going to fuck you senseless,” she said. “Tell me if you want me to tie you down for it.”
She brought things out of me I’d never expected. I nodded, mute, tingling with need.
Chapter 12
I woke up to sunlight streaming silken over my body, shrouded in the comfortable haze of Cameron’s perfume that clung to the bed and to our skin, and Cameron sitting next to me, caressing my body. Instinctively, I pressed my fingernail into my thigh, checking to make sure it felt right, that I wasn’t dreaming.
“Morning,” she whispered, her voice a husky little thing. My body ached for her right away—memories of last night coded into every inch of my skin, the sounds we’d made still humming in my ears. “You look fantastic in the mornings, don’t you?”
“Ugh… I didn’t take my makeup off, did I?”
She laughed, brushing my hair back from my eye. “It held on well, all things considered.”
“You’re just saying that to be nice…” I reached for the bedside table searching for my phone, hitting the cool surface before realizing it was probably in my bag flung down by the front door. “What time is it?”
“Eight o’clock. We were up past two, so… sure you got enough sleep?”
“I’ve gotten by on less…” I pushed myself up to sit with her, and our eyes caught there, something mystical in the moment—the shimmer of her eyes in the morning sunlight, that soft look in her expression. It made my heart pound, just seeing the way she looked at me, like…
“Doing okay?” she laughed.
“I didn’t tell María.”
She raised her eyebrows. I stumbled out of bed, my heart in my mouth.
“Shit, I forgot to tell her I wouldn’t be in today—”
She laughed, pulling me back into the bed. “I’ll get your bag. I assume your phone’s in there.”
I flushed, but I didn’t fight it—the sensation of Cameron pulling me into bed wasn’t something I wanted to fight. “I can walk,” I protested, mostly just to be difficult. She gave me a fond look as she stood up.
“You look damn good in my bed. I’m not ready to give it up yet. And I’m very good at getting what I want.”
