16. Cameron #2
My phone sounded again. This time the photo was of her leg propped up on the counter in my bathroom, from her inner thigh down to her pointed toe.
Modest, but still sexy as hell, because I could only imagine what was reflected in the mirror just beyond where the photo cut off.
Was she still wearing her panties, or was she naked?
My entire body coursed with need for her.
“Boris, my man, you’re killing me,” I joked. But I couldn’t blame him; we’d been gone for a few hours, and I was about to be busy for couple more.
Another ding on my phone, followed by a Veritique alert. They’d been going off all night, but I had been too focused on being with Felicity to check them.
“Oh, fuck,” I groaned when I saw her latest photo.
She was now in my bed, on her elbows and knees.
She’d managed to angle the camera over her shoulder, to capture her body from her mid-back to her ass, framing the perfect sweep of her skin to her gorgeous full cheeks.
It was like she was poised and waiting for me to get behind her and thrust deep inside.
Boris finally finished his business and took off for the building. I ran even faster than he did, desperate for another photo or better yet, the real thing.
My phone dinged again as we took the elevator up. The final photo was of Felicity’s midsection, with her hand clutching between her crossed legs like she was fingering herself. I banged the elevator button as if it would make the damn thing move faster.
“I’m back,” I shouted as I opened the door. “You better be naked on the bed and waiting for me.”
I wrenched my tie off and unbuttoned my shirt as I strode down the hallway to my room. I kicked my pants and briefs off as I crossed the threshold to my bedroom and froze.
Felicity was bent over the bed with her ass facing the doorway. She glanced over her shoulder at me.
“Do you like?”
I let out a primal groan and stalked over to her. I grabbed her hips and dropped to my knees to bury my face between her legs.
“Cameron,” she whimpered the moment my tongue touched her nub.
I pressed my tongue against her, gripping her hips to stabilize her. She moaned as I made love to her with my mouth, and each little cry only made me work harder to bring her to the edge. My cock was hard and throbbing for her, but I wanted to see her come undone before I buried myself in her heat.
I wanted her to feel as desperate and wild as I did.
“Oh, Cameron,” her voice went higher, and her breathing went shallow.
I felt her sweetness throb against my tongue as she cried out and the orgasm rolled through her.
It seemed to go on forever, and I loved that I could make her feel so good.
I finally let go of her hips, and she collapsed onto the bed, so I leaned over to my nightstand to grab a condom.
“Where are you?” she asked in a dreamy voice. “I need you inside of me.”
I wordlessly picked her up and climbed onto the bed with Felicity cradled in my arms. I arranged her on top of me. She leaned closer to kiss my neck, and I sunk back onto the bed with her straddling me.
“You’re letting me drive?” she teased, rolling her hips against me.
“Sort of,” I said gruffly.
I raised her up, and she positioned herself with the tip of my cock just touching her wetness. In this moment, she was in control. But not for long.
Felicity plunged down and we both cried out at the sweetness of the sensation.
From that moment on, our lovemaking went feral, with Felicity bucking on top of me, then me flipping her over so I could take control, and finally taking position behind her to bury myself deep inside of her.
All the while, my fingertips worked her clit, drawing from her a stream of high-pitched cries of pleasure.
When I finally came, I let out a grunt that echoed around the room. The orgasm was so powerful it was as if I’d been deprived of sex for years.
I took care of the condom, and we collapsed in a heap, breathing heavily. I closed my eyes and let my hand rest on her hip, just to reassure myself she was still near. I didn’t realize we had both dozed off until an hour later, when she shivered against me.
“You okay?” I asked, pulling the blanket over her.
She looked at me with sleepy, grateful eyes. “I’m perfect.”
“I need some water. You too?”
Felicity shook her head and nestled against the pillow, looking like she was already fast asleep again.
I watched her for a few moments, taken with the angel dozing in my bed.
I finally wrenched myself up and headed for the kitchen.
Boris raised his head to see if I was okay, then settled on the couch.
My phone was on the counter, lit up with texts from Tyler.
Fuck, what was wrong now? I’d been so consumed by Felicity all night that I’d never even thought something could be going down with him.
Was he in need of a car, trapped in some hellhole apartment god knows where?
Or had he “forgotten” his guitar somewhere again, and wanted my help trying to track it down?
The fact that he was texting meant he wasn’t in jail, at least.
Tension built behind my temples as I checked. I was all he had, I needed to be there for him, now more than ever.
“Bro, listen to this,” the first message read.
A recording followed, and I could barely make out the song.
It was a band playing an old Neil Young song we used to play to close our first set back in the day, and they sounded as amateurish as we did.
I laughed softly as the memories came flooding back.
The rest of the texts were various “remember when” strolls down memory lane. I appreciated that he was thinking of me and tried to ignore that the texts got messier and more disjointed as the evening progressed.
I switched to check the hundreds of Veritique alerts. The “in the wild” challenge had taken off, and there were photos of us taken from angles I couldn’t even figure out. Were people in the trees?
The shots of the kiss outside the theater were predictably perfect. In a few, Felicity had her arm draped back, like the famous photo of the sailor kissing the nurse, and in others she was clinging to me. Once again, the effect was so impressively romantic it looked like the moment had been staged.
My hands down favorite photo was from Junior’s. Felicity had just taken her first bite of cheesecake, and her eyes were squeezed shut in ecstasy, with her fork in the air like she was conducting an orchestra. I was gazing at her with pure wonder, wearing a little smile.
It was a perfect stolen moment. I saved the photo and walked back to the beauty in my bed.