Page 75 of Dr. Brandt

It seemed apparent that I hadn’t lost my drive; I’d just been with the wrong man. Women were emotional creatures, and the emotional connection that Warren and I once had was long gone, so all the hormone supplements I’d been taking to regain my libido were a waste of time.

I felt now, more than ever, that my love for Cameron had never subsided. It just faded into a black abyss, where all my hope for ever having a future with the man had gone after he left me. But our souls apparently saw it differently. After having this man inside me, seeing his transfixed eyes as he went over the edge in absolute ecstasy, it told me that this was right, we were right. And as Cam’s lips kissed tenderly along my neck and over the base of my throat, I felt complete.

“I love you,” Cam whispered, his lips on my chin as he continued to move his softening dick slowly inside of me. “You feel amazing.”

I ran my fingertips over his shoulders and the lines of his muscular arms. “You don’t feel too bad yourself,” I teased with a lazy laugh.

His body shuddered when my fingernails ran down his sides, exploring the man’s perfect body.

The rain was pounding outside, and everything felt so cozy and right. There were no regrets, no worries, and no concerns. It was just Cam and me, renewing a love that was once dead and gone.

“Fuck!” Cam moved away as if my body had electrocuted him. “God, I am so sorry,” he said, rolling onto his back and covering his eyes with his hand.

“Did I miss something?” I questioned, perplexed.

“No condom,” he said as he held both hands over his face.

“Well, you promised to love me, and I think you might have even proposed marriage at one point while you reached the second orgasm.” I frowned in concentration as his shocked eyes met mine, “Yeah, that was it. It was the second time you came. That’s when the proposal happened.”

“Jessa,” he said, exhaling, “you’re not freaked out by that?”

“I should be,” I shrugged. Maybe I was high from having so many orgasms in a row. I didn’t know, but I was giddy as fuck. “I think you’re freaking out enough for the both of us, though.”

He rubbed his forehead, staring up at the ceiling. “If you get pregnant again…” He closed his eyes and pinched his lips.

“What’s the matter, Dr. Brandt? Are you scared?” I teased.

I’d taken birth control pills religiously since Jackson was born, and I had no reason to believe they’d fail me now. Besides, I didn’t have the emotional capacity to worry about something that wasn’t a guaranteed issue. I had enough real problems without inventing problematic scenarios and worrying about them.

I felt happy for the first time in a long time, and I loved this feeling. I loved feeling unafraid and just fucking delighted. I had to hang onto this for as long as the feeling stayed with me.

He looked at me, and a smile turned on one corner of his mouth. “Far from scared, beautiful,” he said as he turned on his side to face me, his cock becoming firm with the movement alone.

I bit down on my bottom lip, seeing the length of his beautiful dick, the one thing that rocked me right over the edge without help from anything else. Yes, I’d been with a few men before and after Cameron, and no, they couldn’t bring me to orgasm like he could.

His fingers ran over my hips as I lay there, facing him. My sex spasmed, and I smiled, watching his cock return to attention.

“Miss him?” Cam said, having always referred to his dick as another person.

I nodded, and my eyes met his. “More than I knew,” I said, arching an eyebrow at him, feeling his hand move over my ass and pulling me closer to him.

“That’s not surprising. I’m fairly confident nothing has been able to take his place,” he said with a laugh and a lingering kiss on my nose.

“Well, I wouldn’t say that.” Hell no. I wasn’t giving him this much this fast.

“Oh?”

“Oh, is right. Mr. Lucky-Dick has had some stiff competition,” I said, widening my eyes in humor.

Cameron’s eyes narrowed. “Then I suppose you and I will be on this yacht an entire week, not leaving this room until I’m assured all this competition, which I was foolish enough to allow, has been erased from your memory, and you become obsessed with me again.”

Cam and I always had fun together, doing the stupidest shit, laughing, and not taking everything seriously. I always felt young and fearless with him, and I loved having these feelings returning to me again.

Most couples’ post-coital pillow talk wouldn’t consist of their previous sexual dalliances, but this was Cam and me. The best part was wondering if the other was being serious or just fucking around, and with Cam, he was always fucking around.

I laughed at his eyes as they studied mine. “I don’t know,” I said, my eyes wandering to the corner of the room, “I got pretty creative after you left for that other college.”

He propped his hand up and rested his head against his palm. “Pretty creative, eh?”

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