Chapter Thirty-Three #2
‘Stay right there, baby girl.’ Anika huffs and Cam raises an eyebrow at her, still smiling.
‘Hands back where they were.’ She complies grudgingly, but shakes her arse tauntingly.
He emits his staccato laugh, walking back to his jacket where it hangs on the dining chair.
She turns her head and sees him fishing his wallet out of the inside pocket, pulling something out of it.
The slap of the leather wallet hitting the wooden table when he throws it down makes her jolt in anticipation.
He comes back over, moving to stand back behind her.
In the mirror, Anika sees Cam fold his arms, a free hand tapping his chin like he’s pondering her.
She’s still leaning over the fireplace with her dress bunched up around her waist. There’s the glint of a foil package between his fingers.
He takes a languid step closer. Anika tries to move her hands from the mirror but he shakes his head slowly at her.
Her heart feels like it’s pumping lava around her veins, the pulse between her legs the most acute.
‘Impatient?’ he murmurs and Anika nods, biting the inside of her cheek.
Cam laughs softly. ‘Well, if it’s OK with you …
’ One hand smooths up over her arse, his mouth next to her ear as he speaks.
‘I’d like to fuck you.’ Anika shudders. He lifts his head so they’re both looking at one another again in the mirror, his forehead wrinkling earnestly in inquiry even as the words make Anika’s blood surge hotter.
‘That is more than OK.’
Cam’s gaze moves down between their bodies, then back up to meet her eyes.
‘Good.’ She feels his hand snake between her legs from behind, underneath, moving her pants aside to gain an access that makes her moan.
‘Mm. Is that for me?’ His fingers slip against her easily, sliding inside and out again.
‘Mmhmm …’
She’s just edging towards release again when he stops his movements once more.
‘Not yet, baby girl.’ The words make another needy whimper emerge from her throat and he chuckles.
The casual sound of it makes her dizzy. Hazily, she thinks that this is already the sexiest thing that’s ever happened to her – him controlling her pleasure. I trust him.
‘Please,’ she whispers, her face flushed with desire.
‘These need to come off now, I think,’ Cam says.
His fingers pull at the elastic waist of her panties, then his eyes flick to hers, always checking it’s OK.
She nods and he crouches as he pulls them down her legs, gently holding each of her ankles to let her step out of them.
Anika turns a little and reaches a hand down to balance on his shoulder as he does so.
Even through his T-shirt, she feels his skin is on fire.
He looks up at her. ‘Now, where should your hands be?’ She reverts back to her original stance and bites her lip when he pauses to dust some kisses against the roundness of her naked bottom.
A moment later he stands again and she hears him unzip his trousers.
He moves closer, reaching into his pocket to pull out the condom.
She hears rustling as he opens the shining packet.
‘Mm. You’re a sight to behold, Ms Lapo. Ready?’
Are you kidding? Anika almost laughs again and she sees his eyes twinkle in the glass.
‘Please.’
She sees him shrug. ‘Please what?’
‘Cam. Please fuck me now.’
He growls low in his throat, his jaw tightening at her words, pushing inside her achingly slow. It feels like eternity until he’s flush against her back again, and they both groan loudly at the sensation.
‘Jesus, Anika,’ he says, his sternness gone, wonder replacing his tone.
Continuing to grip her waist with one hand, his hips begin to undulate in a motion that drives Anika to a carnality she’s not sure she’s ever experienced.
Her fingertips claw against the mirror’s surface.
Suddenly, Cam hits exactly the right spot.
‘Oh, fuck!’
Her head tips forward with the exertion of her orgasm and then Cam’s body bows over her seconds later. His arms encircle her, holding her against him, his breath warm against her neck, and Anika feels amazed and satisfied. And safe.
Eventually she pushes away from the wall as Cam withdraws from her. She turns around to see him looking dazed. Her eyes drift downwards appreciatively.
‘Holy shit,’ he murmurs as he pulls the condom off, his trousers and boxers still around one ankle. He knots the condom quickly, reinstating his underwear. ‘One sec.’
Cam ducks into the hall, and Anika hears the sound of a pedal bin open and shut in what she assumes is a downstairs loo.
She’s still standing in the middle of the living room trying to recover when he returns and moves quickly to gather her into a tight embrace.
Her face crowds into his chest and she hears the pounding speed of his heart.
After a while he kisses Anika’s forehead then pulls her backwards and onto the sofa.
She sags onto it beside him gratefully. Curling her legs underneath her, Anika leans into Cam’s side and he puts an arm around her shoulder.
They remain like that until her eyes start to droop.
‘Don’t fall asleep here, baby girl,’ Cam tells her after a while.
‘If … if you’re good to stay, the bed is way more comfortable.
’ He looks down at her and she sees hope in his eyes – it’s not an eagerness to get into her pants again, although she’s sure he’d be happy to do that, too.
She also realises that her knickers are still by the fireplace.
Unfolding her legs so her bare feet touch the floor, she stands up, stretching, then laughs as she strides over to pick them up.
‘Yeah. Bed sounds good.’