Chapter 22
22
Cameron
I can still feel the weight of Joey’s wet hair when I worked shampoo into it. The suds rode down her bare skin, some disappearing with urgency and others sliding in slow motion, as if, like me, they were enjoying every second they caressed her silky skin.
She was wide-eyed when I looped my arms through hers and pulled her off her knees. Embarrassed, even. As much as I’ve been dreaming about those long, slender fingers and that smart mouth wrapped around my cock, all I wanted was to worship her.
Her voice has haunted me for months, and her words today will haunt me for the rest of my life. I think we should have sex , followed by I have a major praise kink. And I like to be thrown around, but I also like to be in charge . The way she asked if those things were cool with me like she was suggesting we split a sandwich at Subway left me shaken.
I’m determined to make the most of every encounter with her. I’ll squeeze and scrunch each one till there’s nothing left to wring from them.
But damn, am I spent. Joey absolutely paid me back for edging her against the bathroom countertop. She teased me, dragging her tongue along my shaft, only to pull back when she reached the head. And the way she told me I could come down her throat if I wanted? Shit, I almost called the paramedics, certain I was having a cardiac episode.
She had dinner plans with Millie, so I begrudgingly let her go. I walked her to the door and kissed her on the forehead. So subtly I’m not sure she realized she was doing it, she leaned into me and sighed. I nearly wrapped my arms around her waist and threw her back onto the bed. But she came to Greece to spend time with her cousin and replace memories from her disastrous trip from last year with new, happier ones. The last thing I want is to stand in the way, but fuck if I don’t wish I could have her all to myself.