I felt like I was floating, and she hadn’t even touched me down there yet. At least not with my skin exposed. My cheeks tingled and my breath became ragged. Her warm breath fell against my heated flesh, and then she planted a tender kiss directly to my clit, and I yelped at the contact.
One of her hands reached up and massaged my breast as she planted more kisses on my clit and on the inside of my thighs. Eventually, her palm slid underneath my bra and one of her fingertips circled around my erect nipple. A gust of wind blew throughout the porch. It chilled my skin and made the tree branches outside dance and sway, composing an original song all their own. The perfect soundtrack to the perfect first date.
I couldn’t focus on the music of the trees for long, though. Cam’s tongue licked at the seam of my entrance and brought me fully back into her orbit. I pulled at her hair in response, and my thighs squeezed against her head, seekingmore.She chuckled against my needy skin as she played with me more. She continued to lick me up, moaning as she got a good taste of me. Once my legs started to shake, she thrust the fingers of her free hand inside of me, curving them just right to hit the spot inside of me that made me see stars.
“Fuck, Cam!”
She didn’t stop. Didn’t break away from me. Instead, she continued her work, blessing me with her mouth, her tongue, and her fingers. She applied the perfect amount of pressure against my clit, swirling against my tender nerves in perfect rhythm with the finger that still played with my nipple. Both sensations combined left me gasping for air, and I knew it wouldn’t take me long to climax.
Cam’s fingers swirled inside of me as her tongue picked up the pace. My body was more alive than ever, and I wished the sensation could last forever. Though her touches were softer than any man I’d ever been with, each one she made was practiced and purposeful. Her fingers and tongue knew exactly where to go, how to move, and how fast.
Though I wanted that moment to last, the combination of her hand on my breast, her tongue on my clit, and her fingers inside of me sent me fully over the edge. My vision popped with spots of black and white as I came for her with her name on my quivering lips. I fully bucked my hips up in the air and gripped at her hair without abandon as I rode out my orgasm. Slowly, I came down from the best high of my life.
When I finally came out of my haze, I looked down at Cam, and even in the dim light, I could see her grinning at me. “Yeah?” she asked, cockily.Sheknewshe was good at what she did, and I wasn’t mad about it. Not one bit.
“Holy shit.” I gasped for air. “That was…everything I always wanted and more,” I admitted with total honesty.
Cam laid down beside me as I caught my breath. “That was fun.”
Without any warning, I burst out into bubbly laughter. “I didn’t expectthatwhen I pulled up to the mansion a couple hours ago.”
“The best things in life are unexpected, aren’t they?” she asked softly.
I turned my face toward hers and kissed her deeply. “Yes. They are.”
We laid there for several moments without speaking. We kissed and held hands and smiled, and I wondered if this was the best dream I’d ever had or actually my reality.
“How do you feel about margaritas?” Cam asked suddenly.
I snorted. “Margs? I love a good marg.”
“Good. I know a great Mexican place close to Monticello.”
I bit down on my lower lip and ran a hand through her crazy tousled hair. “Yeah? You planning on coming home with me after?”
She leaned in and kissed me on the forehead. “I think you’re going to have a hard time getting rid of me now, Bella.” Cam paused for a beat. “You cool with that, Bella baby?”
I smiled so hard that my cheeks grew sore. “Is that a promise, or a threat?”
“Both. Now let’s see if we can get you back in those jeans…”
EPILOGUE: CAM
Two and a Half Months Later
“We’ll take another round, please.” I pointed at mine and Bella’s empty margarita glasses on the table. “Oh! And another thing of chips and queso.”
Our waitress smiled and took our empty glasses with her as she walked away.
I stared at my beautiful girlfriend who sat across the table from me. Her cheeks were rosy from the tequila and her eyes were alive for me, as they always were. It was safe to say I was obsessed with Isabella Heather Strom. We’d dated for one whole month before she moved in with me—a total lesbian stereotype that I didn’t give a fuck about. She still taughtin Monticello, but was working on getting a job in Tallahassee so she wouldn’t have to commute so far each day.
“You and your obsession with queso,” Bella said with a sarcastic eye roll. “You have an addiction, babe. Seriously.”
I shrugged. “Queso is what makes me happiest in this life. Aside from you, obviously.”
Bella laughed just as my phone pinged. I checked it briefly, figuring I’d turn it on silent so we could finish our date in peace, but when I saw that I’d gotten an email from Sadie, I squealed and bounced in the booth.
“What is it?” Bella asked.
