My dominant hand reached out and traced Cam’s collarbone underneath her shirt, and I swore I could hear her inhale at my gentle touch. Our knees knocked together sharply, so I decided to be bold.Cam likes when I’m bold.I straddled her lap and sat down on top of her, which made her hands move from my thighs to the small of my waist.
“That’s my girl,” Cam breathed roughly against my neck.
“Am I?” I teased back.
Instead of answering me, Cam’s lips hovered above the base of my throat. She exhaled roughly against my chilled skin and then lightly lickedme. A shiver ran down the length of my spine and my head fell back on its own accord.
“You taste like rain,” Cam purred against me.
A moan escaped me as she licked up and down my neck. She then took time leaving kisses over every inch she had licked. My stomach flipped and my skin burned with each touch. When I couldn’t take any more, I leaned back into her, cupped her jaw in my dominant hand, and tilted her face up to meet mine. Without a second thought, I bent down and kissed her. Unlike our kisses during the photoshoot, this kiss was full of hunger and need. Our lips crashed together in a frenzy. In seconds, our tongues were lapping each other up and getting better acquainted.
Cam tasted like mint and faintly of coffee, and I wanted to taste her on my tongue and my lips forever. Eventually, I realized I was no longer sitting on top of her. At some point, we had laid down, right there on the porch of the McIntyre Mansion, side by side. Our legs were intertwined as we devoured each other. Light rain droplets and our heavy breaths filled the air, and I didn’t know how long we stayed like that, lost in one another’s warmth in the dark.
After a while, we broke apart for oxygen. Cam laughed in my ear, and my flesh erupted in goosebumps at the sound. “Do you want to stop? Do you want to leave?” she asked.
I shook my head. “No. Not yet.”
“Good.” Cam sat up abruptly. Dazed, I reached out for her to bring her back, but she wasn’t gone for long. She straddled my hips, similarly to how she’d done before we rolled down the hill earlier. “If you ever want to stop, just tell me, okay?”
“I’m not going to want to stop,” I said with confidence, my voice unwavering.
She laughed. “Still.”
Her fingers traced my cheekbones and then the curve of my jaw. She moved slowly, with intention. I stopped breathing. My body was still as stone. I wanted to feel every caress she granted me. Her hand moved down my neck, down to my chest. She unbuttoned my blouse, and I gasped when her knuckles brushed up against my bare skin.
When all of the buttons were undone, Cam bent down and kissed the small swells of each of my breasts. Her touches felt like butterfly kisses, and made me lightheaded in the best possible way.
“Can I see more of you?” I asked softly. I couldn’t see much, but the visibility was a little better now that the storm clouds had moved along.
“You can have whatever you like, Bella.”
In one swift motion, Cam pulled her shirt up and over her head. She was much bustier than I was, and I admired the way her breasts looked in her black bra—round and voluptuous. I reached out with both hands and touched them delicately. My face blazed and a scorching heat leaked into the pit of my stomach. Cam’s hands covered mine and pressed my palms harder into her.
“Ahh…” I moaned.
“Do you want to feel how good a woman’s tongue can be?” Cam asked me, her voice laced with lust.
“God,yes,” I said on a rough exhale. Cam was about to make all of my dreams come true, I just fucking knew it. “On one condition, though.”
“What’s that, Bella baby?”
Swoon.
“I get to take you out to dinner afterwards.”
Cam leaned down and kissed my cheek. “It’s a date.”
She moved so that she could kneel in between my legs, spreading me open so that she could access my jeans. I kicked off my shoes eagerly. Cam had no trouble unbuttoning and unzipping me, but the denim was practically part of my skin since I was still wet from the rain. After several failed attempts, we laughed uncontrollably. I sat up and we worked together to get the stubborn fabric off of me.
“So sexy,” Cam said with a giggle once the jeans finally came off. She tossed them off to the side. “Now, where were we?”
I swallowed roughly and laid back down. Cam bent down and traced the seam of my panties with her wicked hot tongue. My hands found their way down to her damp hair as she lit all of my nerve endings on fire. She took her time, properly teasing me until I was squirming underneath her. I knew she could feel how wet I was for her through my panties when she ran her index and middle fingers across my clit through the thin fabric.
“Let’s get these pesky panties off of you,” Cam said.
Finally.
Thankfully, Cam had no issues ripping my underwear down my legs. She threw them over to where my jeans laid in a pile near the porch steps, then resumed her position in between my legs. Her hands gripped my hips and squeezed. My back arched back in impatient anticipation.
