brokenly.
Watching her was almost as good as sex, Cameron decided. She was so beautiful to him, so perfect. So open and honest and giving.
He removed his hand and flipped her onto her stomach.
She froze for a heartbeat, her hands flat on the carpet at either side of her breasts. “Cameron?”
“Let me get this dress off you,” he explained, and worked the zipper down her back. The bodice opened and he caught the shoulders, pulling them down to her elbows. She freed her right arm, then her left.
Kneeling between her widespread thighs, Cameron eyed her slender back, the graceful line of her spine. In a rush, he pulled the dress the rest of the way off.
Asia half raised herself, but he pressed a hand to the small of her back and took his time looking at her. Her bottom was plump, her cheeks rounded and firm. He stroked her with both hands, feeling the slide of silken panties over her skin.
“Cameron …”
“Shhh.” He unfastened her bra and let it fall, freeing her breasts. Leaning over her, his cock nestled securely against that delectable ass, he balanced on one arm. With his free hand he reachedbeneath her and stroked her breasts, paying special attention to her pointed, sensitized nipples. She gave a ragged moan.
Cameron languidly rubbed himself against her, almost blind with need. It would be so easy to enter her this way. She was wet, hot and slippery and he could sink right in.
He groaned and pushed himself away. He had to do this right.
Before he changed his mind, he kicked off his shoes, sat on the edge of the couch, and pulled off his socks.
Asia was near his feet and she turned her head to look at him curiously. Their eyes met and she started to rise.
Cameron caught her under her arms. Her bra fell completely off, and it stunned him, this first glimpse at her bared body. She wore only transparent, insubstantial panties; they offered her no protection at all.
“You are so beautiful,” he said with complete inadequacy.
She smiled shyly, reached for him—and he pulled her across his knees.
For a brief moment, she froze. “Cameron?”
When he didn’t answer, determined on his course, Asia twisted to look at him. He controlled her easily, his gaze focused solely on that gorgeous behind. He could see the deep cleft, and the dark triangle of feminine curls covering her mound. He traced her with a fingertip, down the line of her buttocks, in between. She stilled, her breathing suspended.
Her panties were damp with her excitement and he pressed into her, feeling her heat, her swollenlips. His eyes closed. He wanted to taste her, wanted to tongue her and hear her soft cries. Her hands, braced on his thigh, tightened, her nails digging into his muscles even through his slacks.
He had to do this right.
Teeth clenched, Cameron opened his eyes, looked at his big dark hand on her very soft feminine bottom, and forced himself to give her a stinging slap.
She yelped.
“How does that feel?” he rasped, lifting his hand for another.
Asia was frozen on his thighs, not moving, not speaking.
He brought his hand down again, doing his best to meter his strength, to let her feel the warmth of the smack without actually hurting her in any way.
His heart thundered and his pulse roared in his ears. He thought he might split his pants he was so turned on, despite the distaste he felt in striking her. After all, they were minutes away from making love and she was a warm, womanly scented weight over his lap, all but naked and so beautiful—
“You bastard!”
Like a wild woman, she launched herself away from him. Stupefied, Cameron looked at her sprawled on the carpet some feet away, her naked breasts heaving, her eyes wet with tears.
Tears!
Her bottom lip trembled and she said with stark accusation, “I thought you were different!”
Very unsure of himself and the situation, Cameron said, “Uh …” And then, “I’m … trying to be.”
“You hit me!”
He had. Cameron looked at his hand,
Watching her was almost as good as sex, Cameron decided. She was so beautiful to him, so perfect. So open and honest and giving.
He removed his hand and flipped her onto her stomach.
She froze for a heartbeat, her hands flat on the carpet at either side of her breasts. “Cameron?”
“Let me get this dress off you,” he explained, and worked the zipper down her back. The bodice opened and he caught the shoulders, pulling them down to her elbows. She freed her right arm, then her left.
Kneeling between her widespread thighs, Cameron eyed her slender back, the graceful line of her spine. In a rush, he pulled the dress the rest of the way off.
Asia half raised herself, but he pressed a hand to the small of her back and took his time looking at her. Her bottom was plump, her cheeks rounded and firm. He stroked her with both hands, feeling the slide of silken panties over her skin.
“Cameron …”
“Shhh.” He unfastened her bra and let it fall, freeing her breasts. Leaning over her, his cock nestled securely against that delectable ass, he balanced on one arm. With his free hand he reachedbeneath her and stroked her breasts, paying special attention to her pointed, sensitized nipples. She gave a ragged moan.
Cameron languidly rubbed himself against her, almost blind with need. It would be so easy to enter her this way. She was wet, hot and slippery and he could sink right in.
He groaned and pushed himself away. He had to do this right.
Before he changed his mind, he kicked off his shoes, sat on the edge of the couch, and pulled off his socks.
Asia was near his feet and she turned her head to look at him curiously. Their eyes met and she started to rise.
Cameron caught her under her arms. Her bra fell completely off, and it stunned him, this first glimpse at her bared body. She wore only transparent, insubstantial panties; they offered her no protection at all.
“You are so beautiful,” he said with complete inadequacy.
She smiled shyly, reached for him—and he pulled her across his knees.
For a brief moment, she froze. “Cameron?”
When he didn’t answer, determined on his course, Asia twisted to look at him. He controlled her easily, his gaze focused solely on that gorgeous behind. He could see the deep cleft, and the dark triangle of feminine curls covering her mound. He traced her with a fingertip, down the line of her buttocks, in between. She stilled, her breathing suspended.
Her panties were damp with her excitement and he pressed into her, feeling her heat, her swollenlips. His eyes closed. He wanted to taste her, wanted to tongue her and hear her soft cries. Her hands, braced on his thigh, tightened, her nails digging into his muscles even through his slacks.
He had to do this right.
Teeth clenched, Cameron opened his eyes, looked at his big dark hand on her very soft feminine bottom, and forced himself to give her a stinging slap.
She yelped.
“How does that feel?” he rasped, lifting his hand for another.
Asia was frozen on his thighs, not moving, not speaking.
He brought his hand down again, doing his best to meter his strength, to let her feel the warmth of the smack without actually hurting her in any way.
His heart thundered and his pulse roared in his ears. He thought he might split his pants he was so turned on, despite the distaste he felt in striking her. After all, they were minutes away from making love and she was a warm, womanly scented weight over his lap, all but naked and so beautiful—
“You bastard!”
Like a wild woman, she launched herself away from him. Stupefied, Cameron looked at her sprawled on the carpet some feet away, her naked breasts heaving, her eyes wet with tears.
Tears!
Her bottom lip trembled and she said with stark accusation, “I thought you were different!”
Very unsure of himself and the situation, Cameron said, “Uh …” And then, “I’m … trying to be.”
“You hit me!”
He had. Cameron looked at his hand,
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