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Jules needs to come clean about her feelings. She knows it like she knows every word to ‘Ordinary World’ and the track listing for every B-52’s album.
After his presentation.
She can’t rock his confidence before then, so she’ll continue to act as if the fling is all she wants. There’s truth there, at least. She does want Cameron, wants him like she hasn’t wanted anyone before, with a loud heart and her entire body.
For now, they stare at each other across the sheets. A heat builds between them, but it’s different to normal. More a slow fog gathering round them, as opposed to a flash of lightning.
Cameron takes her face between his palms. His caramel eyes stare into hers, right down to the soft squishy parts inside her. She stares back, finally seeing some of his soft squishy parts too.
‘You’re an incredible woman, you know that?’
Jules’s heart soars, though her stomach twinges with lingering guilt over masking her real intentions for their relationship.
When he kisses her, it’s with that same, thick foggy lust that makes her bones limp. It’s so slow, so delicate how he shapes his lips to hers, that it’s like moving through a dreamscape, half awake and half asleep.
Cameron presses her back down onto the sheets and crawls on top of her, pressing kisses over her body, shoulders, neck, nose, ear. Lifts her palms up and kisses those too.
She breathes deeply and lets it out slowly as Cameron takes his time divesting her of her clothes, then strips down to his skin. When he lays his weight over her, thighs between her parted legs, it feels perfect. The way their bodies align, and the hypnotic heat they share with each other.
Tomorrow she’ll tell him the truth about how she feels about him, and what she wants from him. Today, she’ll enjoy this like it’s the last time she gets to have him like this. She knows there’s a possibility he’ll turn her down when she asks for more from him, especially with Cameron’s self-confessed propensity for running. But earlier today, her subconscious said ‘love’ and while it’s not right for how she feels today, it could be. In the future.
She can see herself falling in love with Cameron, a man who understands the depths of her musical passion, who indulges her sweet tooth, who makes her confident enough to reach for things beyond her comfort zone.
She lets the thoughts flee as Cameron kisses her, taking his time, running his fingers over her skin until she’s trembling and aching for him to be inside her.
‘Cameron,’ she whispers.
‘I’ve got you,’ he says, his beautiful face hovering above hers as he kisses her deep.
He puts a condom on then stares into her eyes the whole time as he pushes in and this, finally, this is the connection Jules was searching for. The sex and the emotion. She can read it in his eyes. There’s an openness there, a vulnerability that steals her breath and makes her cross her legs behind his waist and squeeze, hold him deep inside her so he knows she’s right here with him.
Together, they glide toward pure pleasure. Taking their time. Kissing slowly. Fingers and hands and tongues exploring, all the while, the slow thrust in and out, Cameron moving inside her, and his caramel eyes catching hers and holding her, lifting her up whenever they connect.
She slides her palms across his broad shoulders, to meet at the back of his neck and draw his face to hers.
‘This feels so good. You make me feel so good,’ she confesses.
Cameron’s smile is filled with something Jules can’t place, close as she is to ultimate pleasure. Fondness?
Her body jolts as Cameron changes his angle slightly, and she drops her head back and sighs.
His lips find that place on her neck that turns her to goo, and his fingers trail down down down, over her breasts and down her torso, right to where she’s pulsing and needy.
‘Incredible,’ Cameron tells her, his fingers working her slow. She rides the wave for endless moments, pleasure filling her up, magma through her very bones.
‘Jules. Julianne.’ Cameron whispers her name and she’s gone, shaking and clenching and spiralling down through layers of feeling until Cameron’s fingers on her clit are too much and she has to pull his hand away.
She can feel her wetness on his hand when she links their fingers together.
‘You’re incredible too.’ She stares into Cameron’s eyes and hopes he knows how deeply she means the words. How much she hopes she’ll get the chance to say them again and again into the future. ‘An incredible, wonderful man.’
There’s more she’d like to say, but Cameron speeds up, pulling out further and driving in with increasing need, and Jules is transfixed watching his face, seeing the way his own gaze flicks around Jules’s face and body.
He grabs her other hand and lifts both their linked hands beside her head. Jules lifts her hips to meet his thrusts, wanting to give this man everything and anything if he’ll keep looking at her like he is now. With need and devotion.
His lips crash into hers seconds before he comes and he kisses her through it with messy fervour.
Cameron’s head drops to the crook of her neck. He presses soft kisses to her skin that send happiness racing through her like champagne.
