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A tortured chuckle erupts from his mouth. “Anything for you.”
His fingers work their way down my shorts and into my panties. Letting go of him, I manage to shimmy them to my knees so his wrist isn’t at an awkward angle. When I do, he runs the tip of his middle finger up and down my slit. “Ohhh,” I breathe out, moving my neck to the side when he noses his way in there again, my body clenching when his teeth dig into the flesh. “Please, Cameron. Please.”
Slowly, too fucking slowly, he pushes two fingers into me before putting his thumb on my clit and starting to strum.
My vision is blurry as I bring my head back up. He lets go of my neck before leaning his forehead against mine. Our eyes meet again and we share breaths as we both bring each other pleasure. I ride his thumb and palm as he fucks my fist. My nails dig into the slight fleshiness of his stomach and his fist beside my neck holds him up.
Sweat drips off the side of his face as he grinds into my fist. “Fuck, Natalie. I didn’t know,” he pants. “I didn’t know.”
I did. I always knew.
Biting my lip, I whine, trying to keep quiet, afraid to let go and scared to death I’m going to wake Trinity up and then we’ll have to explain to her what’s happening between us. When the truth is, I don’t think either one of us knows right now.
Each time he thrusts his fingers in and pulls out, I make noise in my throat and he quietly grunts in response. My mouth opens as I push my head back against the arm of the couch, trying to find air to breathe.
“I’m close,” I warn him. My legs tighten, starting to shake slightly as he speeds up his ministrations. Twirling my hips in a circle, I’m equal parts trying to get closer and further away because it’s so intense. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.”
It’s a prayer I chant, never wanting this feeling to end.
“Cam…”
And then his hand is over my mouth as I explode, screaming into the void created, biting at his palm and giving myself over to the ecstasy of what he’s created inside me. My pussy clenches on his fingers, holding them tightly.
He’s panting, letting my mouth go as he props himself up again, this time fucking my fist, going at it so hard his balls slam against my wrist. “Tighter, Nat. Just a little tighter.” He squeezes his eyes closed and then it’s my turn to put my palm over his mouth.
It’s harder to stay with him as he throws his head back, swinging his hips as he releases all over my stomach. Not stopping until every last drop is wrenched from his body.
With most men, I would be embarrassed at the mess we’ve made, but not with Cameron. As he drops his body to mine, I hold him tightly and pray this isn't a one time thing.
CHAPTERTEN
Cameron
I’m doingmy best to focus on the project at hand and not on the shorts Natalie’s wearing as we go about instructing these kids. Three nights ago on my couch, we gave each other orgasms and I haven’t been able to get it out of my head since.
“Trin, put your feet a little farther apart and turn your hips into it,” she instructs from where she stands behind my daughter.
I have no idea how long they’ve been staring at me, but Nat raises an eyebrow. “You okay?” She calls out.
“Yeah.” I clear my throat and then square up, letting the softball fly.
“Wait, wait, wait….swing,” Nat advises.
The crack of the bat against the ball causes a smile to spread across my face. Trinity’s eyes meet mine; the look of accomplishment she has is enough to make all of this worth it. “Run!”
My shouted word gets her out of the admiration phase and she quickly begins heading toward first base. Natalie has run along with her, encouraging her as they make it just before the ball is thrown into the glove of the girl playing that position.
“Good hustle!” Natalie claps as she jogs back along the baseline.
While we’re waiting for the next batter, I take a minute to appreciate her. I’m finding I’m noticing her in ways I never did before. Now that I know what she looks like as she comes, it’s hard to do what I’ve always done and try to convince myself she’s just my best friend’s sister.
Now, she’s so much more.
Behind my sunglasses, I watch as she helps the next batter step up to the plate. Much like she did with Trinity, she stands behind her, holding her hips with her hands and showing her how to step into it. The girl says something that must be funny and Natalie throws her head back laughing loudly. It reminds me of how she looked as she came against my fingers.
What I wouldn’t give to get a replay of that right now.
I’ve been trying to think of a way to approach the subject with her, but we didn’t make any decisions that night before she left.
