Chapter 20 #2
“So pretty.” His awed, raspy voice rolled over me, only adding to my need.
“I’ve thought about this, about you, so much, Natalie.
I can’t believe—” He swallowed the rest of his words with a low groan, and I looked down to see that one of his hands was fisting the blanket beneath us.
“Touch yourself for me. I want to watch.”
The command was tight, a slight edge to it. But also reassuring, wanting me to know that this was everything to him.
I slid my hand down my body, tentatively trailing my fingers between my legs.
I’d touched myself plenty of times. It was usually the only way I got off in my later years of marriage with Korey, when he’d either barely touch me or only touch me for his own benefit.
But this felt different. It even felt different from the other night when Cameron talked me through it on the phone. Something about his presence, his watchful gaze, his reassurance. This supervised exploration of my body seemed like it would take me further than it ever had before.
My finger only grazed my clit the first pass through.
I inhaled sharply at the taste of pleasure, and Cameron made a low moaning sound, like I was touching him, too.
It only spurred me on, making me increase the pressure the second time, dragging my finger through my pussy with a sensual groan.
I bucked my hips, and Cameron’s hands moved to my thighs, holding me open, like he was afraid I’d close him off from seeing me.
“Again,” he insisted, and this time, I swirled my finger around my clit, tossing my head back at the jolt of fire, from the spreading of heat that spread through my body.
“Is that what you were doing the other night?” Cameron probed, and I nodded, thinking about our phone call, thinking about Cameron’s grunts and groans, the rustling of sheets that told me he was frantically stroking himself, too.
Would he let me see that? I wanted to see that, wanted to see him.
He still wore his slacks and dress shirt, though the top buttons were open and his sleeves rolled up.
“Were you about to come like this?” he followed up with, and I shook my head this time.
The clitoral stimulation—as good as it was—hadn’t quite been enough. I’d needed—
“No, not like this,” he said softly, answering aloud for me. “You were about to come with your fingers in your cunt, pretending it was me.”
“Cameron,” I groaned at his words.
“You want it to be me, Natalie?” he asked, a lethal note to his tone, threatening deadly consequences if I wasn’t honest. “Want me inside you?”
“Yes,” I whimpered.
I’d do anything at this point.
But Cameron didn’t give in yet. Instead, he murmured, “Were you good this week?” I felt his touch skirt around my clit, grazing my own fingers as he continued. “Did you listen to my directions? Or did you make yourself come?”
I started to nod but then shook my head frantically as I absorbed all his words. My comprehension was addled, seeming to lag, getting tangled in desire on the way to my brain.
“Which is it?” Cameron made a throaty noise, almost like a laugh, as he circled my entrance. “Were you a good girl?” He slid a finger inside me, causing me to gasp, before pulling it back out. “Or were you naughty?”
“I was good,” I promised.
God, I should be mortified by how fast the words fell out of my mouth.
“I know.” Cameron’s quick confidence in me filled me with a ridiculous amount of pride.
So silly, I knew that, but also so satisfying.
Especially as he began pressing his finger deeper and deeper with every moment that ticked by, filling me with a tantalizingly slow pace.
“You’re so good, Natalie. I knew you’d listen. ”
“Yes,” I sighed, canting my hips to try to find more of him. He was stretching me in a way I barely remembered, and I knew it was only a precursor for what was to come. But already, I felt myself quivering around his fingers, needy for the way he took up space in my body.
All week, I’d been dying for this.
“Oh, you’re tight, aren’t you?” His hoarse voice had a dazed quality to it. “So wet and tight and perfect. Fuck.”
“Been,” I panted. “A while.”
“We’re going to fix that, Sunshine.”
All I could do was toss my head back and gasp as Cameron thrust his fingers into me fully, taking me by surprise and delight. Because it was so good—oh, so very good.
“Keep touching yourself while I make you come,” he demanded, right before he pulled his fingers from my cunt and then pierced them back inside, making me arch up from the perfectly sweet assault of his touch.
Cameron let out a husky, delicious chuckle and used a hand to press me back into the bed, settling right over my lower stomach. He anchored me against the blankets and then fingered me again, rougher, and oh—
I could feel him. Inside me. All the way inside me. I hadn’t felt anyone like this in…so long.
“Natalie,” Cameron grunted, and I realized I’d stopped my own movements, too distracted by his.
I flicked my finger over my clit again and immediately melted from the combination of Cameron’s thrusting and my delicate pressure.
“Mm,” Cameron hummed, a familiar sound. “That’s my girl.”
His praise washed over me, and then he curled his fingers, pressed down harder on my stomach, and found a spot inside me that I’d never been able to reach without help, and oh God—
“Cameron!” I cried, and he did it again, harder, more insistent, and my body trembled, feeling unable to hold in my emotions, the pure bliss, any longer. It was…I didn’t even know.
“I’m here,” Cameron answered, sounding so gruff but so comforting, his voice a mix of sin and sweetness. “I’m finally here, baby. You’re going to come for me, okay? I’ve got you.”
I gasped as a buildup of something I’d never experienced before pressed against my insides, needing to get out. The hot pressure throbbed, unbelievable and insistent. And Cameron seemed to understand, unrelenting with the precision of his thrusts until something burst.
And oh, I crashed. I burned. I came with an unraveling sensation, powerless to the intensity of it, absolutely decimated with how pleasure erupted inside me.
And outside me?
My release was physical in a way unknown to me, wetness flooding Cameron’s fingers.
More than his fingers. Oh my God. His name left my lips a second time, a plea, a thank-you, I wasn’t sure what, exactly.
But Cameron muttered reassurances as he held me down, demanding that I take the pleasure, all of it.
He didn’t stop his torments until all my shivers had expired and my body had nothing left to give, until every bit of the orgasm was wrung out of me.
I slumped against the mattress when he was finally done, my hand flung to the side, my head cradled in blankets. Cameron slipped his fingers from my body, and I closed my eyes, soaking it in.
I didn’t open them again until I heard the clanging of his belt, unbuckling.
Cameron stood at the end of the bed, undoing his pants, letting them drop lower on his hips so he could rub his cock through the fabric of his briefs. I stared at the shape of him, exactly what I’d wanted to do on Monday in his office when he told me how hard he was. Because of me.
And now, here was the evidence.
“Still think we aren’t compatible?” he murmured, lifting a brow. “I was inside you for less than a minute before you squirted, Natalie.”
I choked on a laugh, shaking my head. My cheeks were flushed; I could feel them.
Maybe it should be from embarrassment, but I didn’t have room for any of that inside of me right now, too drenched in other emotions—yearning, attraction, and an interesting sense of relief, thankful that this was real, that sexual experiences like this did exist.
“Is that what that was?” I asked. “Is that what I did?”
He nodded, eyes flaring as he understood the insinuation that I’d never done that before. Only for him, with him. “It was so fucking hot, too.”
“I—” I was at a loss for words, so I focused on answering his initial question instead. “I never really thought we weren’t compatible, Cameron.”
“Are you sure?” It was almost a threat. And soon, I figured out why. “I think you might need more convincing.”
His fingers—actually, his entire forearm—still glittered with the evidence of my arousal, my climax, almost like he’d purposefully not cleaned them off.
And I knew why a second later. He pulled his briefs down, letting his cock free, running a hand over it, dragging his fingertips over his length until it glistened with my cum.
He used it to pump his hand, stroking slowly.
And all I could do was…stare.
Cameron was sizable, to say the least.
“I think you need to see how hard you make me,” he said, continuing to stroke while giving me a half-smile. “I think you need to see how close I am to losing it, just from feeling and seeing you come, Natalie. I almost lost it just now. You have no fucking clue.”
I bit down on my lip, eyes fixed on the way his hand wandered up and down, up and down, but softly, without any true intention. Almost like he didn’t want to take himself over the edge. There was no vigor to it, and for some reason, it fascinated me.
He made a deep, guttural noise, and I looked up to see him staring at my mouth.
His movements quickened, still staring.
I licked my lips, and his throat bobbed.
“Cameron…” I breathed, wondering if I dared to ask. He was in control here, not me. And I liked that. A lot. But my mouth was also watering as I watched him.
Luckily, he read my mind.
“You want it,” he said, not really a question despite adding, “Don’t you? You want my cock in your mouth.”
I nodded. I really did.
His lips twitched. “I know you’re a hungry girl, Natalie.”
For him? So incredibly hungry.
“Come here.” He crooked a finger. “Sit on the edge of the bed.”
I did as he told without thinking more than a second on it, already flooded with arousal from the way he spoke in such a gruff, commanding way.