Chapter 28
Camden
“Your bedroom or mine?” I ask.
“Mine, if that’s okay.”
“Of course that’s okay.”
I turn left into Ellie’s bedroom and close the door behind us. She sits on the bed, fidgeting with the hem of her sundress.
A hard swallow moves down her delicate throat. “Should I take off my dress, or…”
I sit down next to her. “Do you want to?”
“Um, well, I just figured I’d need to be naked for us to…do it.” She hesitates for a moment. “But to be honest, I’m really nervous to be naked with you.”
My brain snags on what she just admitted. Why would she be nervous to be naked? She’s beautiful. And she’s got a smokin’ body.
“Why are you nervous about that?” I ask.
Her cheeks flush and she looks down at her feet. “Because you have the perfect body. And I don’t.”
My chest aches. I can’t believe she thinks that about herself.
“Because I’ve been sick a lot, I haven’t had the energy to work out or build much muscle,” she says. “I’m not very…firm.” She lets out an embarrassed chuckle. “I have cellulite on my butt and the backs of my thighs and…”
I cup her face and turn her to look at me. “Hey. You’re fucking gorgeous.”
Her eyes are wide.
“I mean it, Ellie. The first time I saw you, when you showed up at the bachelor party and I didn’t realize it was you, I thought you were hot.”
“Oh…”
“You have an incredible body. I love the way it looks when you wear sundresses. I have to constantly remind myself not to stare at you because I’m scared you’ll think I’m a creep.”
A shy smile pulls at the corners of her lush mouth, and she blushes. “Really?”
“Really. Your body is perfect. Don’t ever think otherwise.”
She swallows hard.
“But don’t worry. You’re not going to be naked tonight. You can keep all your clothes on if you want.”
She frowns like she’s confused. I slide to the floor and get on my knees in front of her. “Lie back.”
“But shouldn’t I be naked for this?”
I shake my head. “Nope. Because we’re not going to have sex, Ellie. We’re going to figure out what you like. What feels good to you.”
Her brow lifts the slightest bit, like she’s surprised and intrigued all at once.
“We’re gonna take this slow. No pressure. No stress. Just the two of us exploring and trying things.”
She blinks. “Okay.”
“Do you trust me?”
“Of course I trust you, Camden.”
“Good. Now lie back.”
She lies down on the bed, her chest heaving with the breath she takes.
“I’m gonna push your dress up. Is that okay?”
“Yeah.” Her voice is breathy.
Gently, I glide the fabric up her thighs, revealing a pair of white cotton panties.
“I’m gonna touch you. I’ll go slow. You tell me if you like it or not, okay?”
She nods quickly as she stares at the ceiling.
I take a second to look at her, at the pretty spread of her thighs, the smoothness of her stomach, the delicate lace at the top of her panties, the way her blonde hair scatters against the dove gray comforter.
“You look really sexy,” I rasp.
She leans up on her elbows to look at me. “I do?”
God, she’s adorable. She has no idea how hot she is.
“You’re always sexy, Ellie. Always.” I swallow hard and gently run my thumb over the crotch of her panties.
She gasps, and her eyelids flutter. Again, I run my thumb over the spot again, relishing how damp the fabric is already.
My cock twitches in my pants. I’m rock hard just feeling how wet her panties are.
“Do you like it when I touch you here?” I ask.
She nods, her gaze turning hazy and her chest rising and falling quickly. “Yeah. It feels really good.”
“What does it feel like? Describe it to me.”
She closes her eyes. “It feels like warmth and pressure. And aching. Very achy.”
The corner of my mouth hooks up in a grin. “Good.”
I keep running my thumb over her slit, then zero in on her clit. I make slow, soft circles. She gasps.
“Oh wow…” Her eyes flutter. “That feels…different.”
“Good different?”
Her eyes roll back as she whines, “Yes,” in a breathless voice.
I swallow back a groan as I watch her. She’s squirming against the bed, and her breathing is getting faster and rougher. She’s noisier too now. She’s whining and moaning, and it’s turning me on so fucking much.
This is so sexy, watching this innocent good girl explore her body and what turns her on.
“What does this feel like, Ellie?” I growl.
“It feels like pressure. So much pressure between my legs. It’s building and building and…”
I circle my thumb faster. That spot in her panties is totally soaked through now.
Her eyes roll to the back of her head, and she fists the bedsheets. She starts nodding furiously.
“Yes, Camden, keeping going, just like that, please…”
Pleasure rockets through my cock. I’m hard as steel hearing her beg, seeing her lose control.
I do what she says and keep circling her clit, keeping that firm pressure and steady speed. And then, a minute later, she comes.
She cries out, her voice breathy and whiny. Her legs tremble and her skin is hot.
The whole time I sit there, watching her, in awe. The way she unravels when she comes is so sexy.
My mouth waters to kiss her, to run my tongue along her inner thigh, to lick her pussy. I’m dying for a taste of her. But I don’t. This is about her. Her pleasure. I want to focus on just her.
A rough sound rips from my throat as she comes down. I pull my hand away and lie next to her on the bed, brushing her hair out of her face. I take in the sleepy look in her eyes. She turns to look at me and flashes a drunk smile.
“I think I had my first orgasm,” she whispers.
“I think you did. Doing okay?”
She nods, her eyes hazy. “Very okay.”
“How does your head feel?” I ask.
The corner of her mouth hooks up in the cutest smile. “Fine. Why?”
“I just don’t want you to get a migraine if you feel really overwhelmed by everything.”
She shakes her head, her eyes glittery as she looks at me. “I feel overwhelmed in a good way. The best way. My head feels perfect.” She lets out a cute chuckle. “I still can’t believe I was able to have an orgasm.”
“I’m so proud of you, baby.” I kiss her forehead.
“You did all the work,” she says.
I shake my head. “It was all you. You paid attention to your body, what felt good. You told me what to do at the end. I was just following directions.”
Her luscious mouth curves up in a shy smile.
I cup her face in my hand. “Do you want to take a break, or do you think you can keep going?”
“I wanna keep going,” she says in a sweet voice.
“Good. Now I want you to touch yourself.”