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I nod and look toward our reflection. His presence larger than life yet in no way overpowering. A supportive pillar, steadfast and true, that I can rely on.
“They both feel good. Do I have to choose?” I raise my heavy-lidded gaze to his.
His intensity holds me hostage. “Never, but I’m taking notes.” Cameron presses our fingers against my clit.
The pressure wrenches another pleasure-filled moan from me.
“Eyes on your hands, little lamb. Watch everywhere you touch.”
I don’t know how long we stand there while Cameron controls my movements, rubbing my thighs, squeezing my soft belly, pinching my breasts, and making me discover sensitive areas that steal my breath. The heat between my thighs becomes unbearable.
“Please Cameron, I’m ready for more. I’m so wet and…” I beg.
“But are you wet enough?”
“Please…”
Fire licks at my skin as he trails our hands to that needy place between my thighs. Past my clit, he dips our fingers inside and a shudder runs the length of my body.
“Talk to me, little lamb.”
“This feels so good that I will literally die if we stop.” Over and over, I plunge inside myself, chasing an ending I’ve only had once. Like that first time, Cameron was there.
My gaze strays back to him. Tous. As if seeing his tender care for me play out in real time is the last straw, I cry out. Ecstasy fill my body, overwhelming and intense and beautiful. While I lose myself in sensation after sensation, Cameron holds me tight, whispering his praise in my ear. Too weak to move, he drags me up the bed to hold me more securely in his arms.
“How do you feel?” Cameron kisses my shoulder.
“Like nothing has ever felt so right in my life. What about you? You didn’t—”
“Believe it or not, I did.” He chuckles. “You have no idea how sexy you are when you come.”
I turn within his arms to face him, finding his confession hard to believe. “I don’t understand. How?”
With our eyes locked together, he takes my hand, the one that brought me so much pleasure. He licks our fingers, still sticky with my fluids. “Smelling your arousal, experiencing your body softening and getting wet, and even sweeter, feeling your orgasm build and overcome you. How could any man keep himself together after that?” Cameron takes our fingers in his mouth and sucks, reawakening my need. “Do you know how maddening it is, getting only a taste when I want nothing more than to glut myself on the source?” he asks before tilting my axis once again as he pulls on my fingers.
“Cameron, if you continue I…” My breath hitches.
He drags my fingers from his mouth with a regretful nod. “Right. I don’t want to overwhelm you again.”
“You’re wrong,” I protest. “What I meant was if you continue, I’m going to want more than our fingers to finish me off this time.” I free my hand and trail it down his stomach, marveling as his body contracts to the light brush.
When I almost reach my destination, Cameron grabs my hand.
“Nooo,” I whine. “Why?”
“Because making sure you have zero regrets when you wake up tomorrow is more important to me.” He kisses my hand and lays it against his chest. Cameron’s heart thuds heavily against me.
“How long will it take before you stop being scared and believe I won’t regret being with you?”
CHAPTERTWENTY-TWO
Cameron
Two days have passed since the brunt of the storm wreaked its damage and I still don’t have a response to Kenya’s question. Instead, I distract us with more lessons in self-care. There is nothing sweeter than watching as pleasure unfolds across her flushed body, even if I no longer control her movements. As a diligent student, I take mental notes to every flicker of her eyes, every hitch in her breathing, and every delicious moan whenever she touches a particular area.
And as much as Kenya’s pleasure is my pleasure, seeing her slumbering after making herself come hard is a joy unto itself. I reach across the bed to push her hair from her face, fascinated by her cute nose and soft, round cheeks.
She stretches and sleepily blinks awake. “These lessons will cause me to develop a terrible habit.” Her smile takes the sting out of her observations. “I’m glad we were productive enough this morning to move the rest of your things inside the house.”
