leaned back and raised her arms high. The dress came away and I let it fall to the floor at her feet. She was naked, her body warm and vibrant and alive. I made my gaze admiring, and she closed her eyes.
“You’re stunning,” I said softly. I ran my hands over her shoulders, down her arms and then back up until I was cupping her breasts gently within my palms. She was tanned, her skin flawless. Cameron threw back her head and her hair cascaded like a shimmering wave. I teased out her nipples between my thumb and forefinger and then slid the palm of one hand slowly down the flat of her abdomen. I heard Cameron suck in a violent hiss of breath as my fingers reached towards her pussy.
And then I stopped.
“Unbuckle my belt,” I commanded.
Cameron came back from the erotic distance she had drifted to, blinking her eyes like she was waking from a dream. Her hands went for my belt and I seized her wrists and stared into her eyes.
“Slowly,” I said.
She furrowed her brow and nodded her head. She unbuckled my pants and drew down the zip. I pulled her close to me so that my arms were around her back, fingers kneading the tight muscles of her shoulders.
“Now stroke me,” I insisted.
I felt Cameron’s hand lunge urgent and frantic within the opening of my pants, and then the wrap of her warm fingers around the length of my shaft. She had her head to one side and I kissed the exposed flesh of her neck. Her grip was too tight, her movements unskilled. She was enthusiastic but without the finesse I was accustomed to. I eased her back onto the bed, undressed, and then lay beside her.
Cameron’s breathing was ragged, her whole body seeming to tremble to each touch. I could see the rise and fall of her breasts with each inhalation. I lowered my head to her breasts and sucked one of her nipples between my lips. Cameron’s back arched and then she went limp. Her legs fell wide open and I used one hand to caress the firm flesh of her abdomen, tracing lazy patterns across her body as my hand meandered lower and closer to the gap between her parted thighs.
The first touch is crucial – most men are too direct, too unskilled and thoughtless to be aware of how sensitive an aroused woman’s body can be. They probe at a woman as though digging for gold. I do the opposite.
My fingertips grazed across the jutting nub of Cameron’s clit – so fleeting and soft that she tried to follow my hand by lifting her hips off the bed. I kissed her, and used the tip of my tongue to trace soft circles across her lips – the same soft circles that I began to draw across the folds of her sex with my fingers. I was teasing her, mirroring the movements of my tongue to the caress of my fingers, overloading her senses to completely connect her body. As my tongue swirled within her mouth, my fingers swirled across her clit. As my tongue flickered within her mouth, my fingers pressed gently between the wet folds of her pussy. Cameron began to squirm on the bed, as though she were tied to the mattress and desperate to be free.
I could feel the rising urgency in the way she hunted my mouth with hers and that same hunger was reflected in the bucking heave of her hips. She wanted my touch deep inside her. She was moaning. I drew my fingers from between her spread legs and offered them to her.
“Suck,” I said. “I want you to know the taste of yourself.”
Cameron sucked the slick wetness of her arousal from my fingers, her eyes screwed tightly shut, her tongue swirling. I slid my hand between her thighs again. One of my fingers dipped deeply within her and she shuddered. Her mouth fell wide open, her head turned to the side. I eased my finger from within her and then painted the taste of her wetness across her lips like lipstick.
“And now I want to taste you,” I said. I kissed her then, and the delight of her juices flooded across my tongue. Cameron began to swoon. It was as if her body had turned soft as wax. She went limp within my
“You’re stunning,” I said softly. I ran my hands over her shoulders, down her arms and then back up until I was cupping her breasts gently within my palms. She was tanned, her skin flawless. Cameron threw back her head and her hair cascaded like a shimmering wave. I teased out her nipples between my thumb and forefinger and then slid the palm of one hand slowly down the flat of her abdomen. I heard Cameron suck in a violent hiss of breath as my fingers reached towards her pussy.
And then I stopped.
“Unbuckle my belt,” I commanded.
Cameron came back from the erotic distance she had drifted to, blinking her eyes like she was waking from a dream. Her hands went for my belt and I seized her wrists and stared into her eyes.
“Slowly,” I said.
She furrowed her brow and nodded her head. She unbuckled my pants and drew down the zip. I pulled her close to me so that my arms were around her back, fingers kneading the tight muscles of her shoulders.
“Now stroke me,” I insisted.
I felt Cameron’s hand lunge urgent and frantic within the opening of my pants, and then the wrap of her warm fingers around the length of my shaft. She had her head to one side and I kissed the exposed flesh of her neck. Her grip was too tight, her movements unskilled. She was enthusiastic but without the finesse I was accustomed to. I eased her back onto the bed, undressed, and then lay beside her.
Cameron’s breathing was ragged, her whole body seeming to tremble to each touch. I could see the rise and fall of her breasts with each inhalation. I lowered my head to her breasts and sucked one of her nipples between my lips. Cameron’s back arched and then she went limp. Her legs fell wide open and I used one hand to caress the firm flesh of her abdomen, tracing lazy patterns across her body as my hand meandered lower and closer to the gap between her parted thighs.
The first touch is crucial – most men are too direct, too unskilled and thoughtless to be aware of how sensitive an aroused woman’s body can be. They probe at a woman as though digging for gold. I do the opposite.
My fingertips grazed across the jutting nub of Cameron’s clit – so fleeting and soft that she tried to follow my hand by lifting her hips off the bed. I kissed her, and used the tip of my tongue to trace soft circles across her lips – the same soft circles that I began to draw across the folds of her sex with my fingers. I was teasing her, mirroring the movements of my tongue to the caress of my fingers, overloading her senses to completely connect her body. As my tongue swirled within her mouth, my fingers swirled across her clit. As my tongue flickered within her mouth, my fingers pressed gently between the wet folds of her pussy. Cameron began to squirm on the bed, as though she were tied to the mattress and desperate to be free.
I could feel the rising urgency in the way she hunted my mouth with hers and that same hunger was reflected in the bucking heave of her hips. She wanted my touch deep inside her. She was moaning. I drew my fingers from between her spread legs and offered them to her.
“Suck,” I said. “I want you to know the taste of yourself.”
Cameron sucked the slick wetness of her arousal from my fingers, her eyes screwed tightly shut, her tongue swirling. I slid my hand between her thighs again. One of my fingers dipped deeply within her and she shuddered. Her mouth fell wide open, her head turned to the side. I eased my finger from within her and then painted the taste of her wetness across her lips like lipstick.
“And now I want to taste you,” I said. I kissed her then, and the delight of her juices flooded across my tongue. Cameron began to swoon. It was as if her body had turned soft as wax. She went limp within my
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