Page 8 of One Night Redemption

Her.

She's shaking before I even touch her, and if that isn't the best feeling in the world, I don't know what is. Holding onto her thighs, I dive deep, using my tongue against her flesh, kissing her core as I would her mouth. It isn't long until I feel her fingers tangle in my hair, holding me tightly right where I am.

"Cam ..."

There it is. The little whine in her tone. Satisfaction flows through my body at the way she lets me know she loves it. Her tone, the way her pussy seeks out my tongue, the way her thighs are slightly closing around my head. Reaching up, I take one of her hands off my head, and force it to where her breast sits there, lonely without anything touching it. Pulling back, I lick my lips and swallow, allowing my gaze to move up her body. "Make yourself feel good, Cass. I got you here, you take care of everything above the waist."

Her eyes meet my gaze and she nods. Her hands go to her chest, and then she begins a slow grind against my mouth. Before I know it, she's using the wetness of the shower to help her move in time to the way I'm loving her. I want her to come more than anything.

"God that feels good."

My cock is feeling neglected, lying flat against my stomach, and begging for just one touch. When I have her situated on my shoulders, and I'm sure she's secure; I move one hand down and wrap it around my dick. Up and down I stroke, my shoulder knocking against her knee.

"Yes, Cam, do what makes you feel good. If I could reach down and take care of that for you I would. Knowing you're doing it while you're taking care of me is the hottest thing about you. You aren't shy and I fucking love it."

My eyes look upward, and the vision she's created is enough to send me over the edge. The way she's moving her head back and forth, the water beating down on her body, giving the illusion of something I shouldn't be seeing. The grinding of her pussy into my mouth, the way she's almost bouncing up and down. None of that is to be outdone by the way she's brutally twisting her nipples between her fingers. Maybe my girl likes it a little rough and she just hasn't told me yet. Either way, I'm going to make it my mission to find out. Sooner rather than later.

Her mouth opens, chest rising and falling rapidly between us as she thrusts against me, and I reach for the orgasm that I so desperately wanted last night.

When her thighs tighten against my face, I know she's there, and so am I, spilling everything I have as I scream and moan right where my face is buried. My knees ache. I slide down so that I'm on my ass, and she moves with me. Carefully, I unwrap her legs from over my shoulders, and help her sit next to me. Her head sags, resting on my shoulder.

"Jesus Christ, Camden. I have no idea what the fuck I'm going to do with you."

I chuckle deep in my throat. "I have an idea or two."

She giggles, and together we sit there until the warm water turns cold, not a care in the damn world.

Chapter

Seven

Cassie

At my size, shower sex always seemed like a dicey proposition. The last thing I want is to wind up on one of those ‘sex gone wrong’ shows for landing myself or a partner in the same damn ER I work at. But for what I just experienced with Camden, I’d fucking risk it again. My body is still trembling, little sparks of pleasure still shooting through me.

I’m sitting on the edge of his bed, wrapped in a towel that doesn’t cover nearly enough of me and he’s rummaging in his drawers for a T-shirt that will actually cover my ass. My idea, of course, not his. He was deeply disappointed that I wasn’t willing just to stay completely naked. And while being naked with him is high on my list of things that I really enjoy, walking around like that while waiting for a Doordash order isn’t exactly what I had in mind.

“Ah ha!” he says, “I knew I had this here somewhere.”

He tosses the T-shirt to me and I take a look at it. “Are you twelve?”

“Perpetually,” he replied with a grin.

The shirt, dark gray, has a red and white sign on the front of it that looks curiously like everyone’s favorite fried chicken place and says KBC on it with a big ass rooster emblazoned across the chest. And across the back of the shirt, it reads, Kentucky Big Cocks … You’ll lick more than your fingers.

“Fine. I’m only wearing it because it’s all true,” I tell him, pulling the shirt over my head. It hangs down just past my butt. I’m decent so long as I don’t bend, move, or breathe.

“That shirt has never looked better,” he says.

“You have a pair of shorts you can toss over here? I’d rather not flash …” I look at my phone to see the name of our dasher, “Caleb. He’s probably sixteen and I don’t want to wind up on a registry because you’re a perv.”

“Caleb delivers here all the time. He’s twenty-five, hopefully not high and would not mind in the least getting a look at what’s under that shirt … but since I’m gonna be greedy and keep that all for myself, here you go.”

I catch the pair of sweatpants he’s tossed at me. They’re a mile too long forcing me to roll the waistband down like I’m in a cheerleading movie from the aught’s. Going with the theme, I pull the hem of the shirt tight behind my back and twist it until I can tuck it under. Hopefully that obscures the utter filth on the back. But even though I feel like a complete idiot dressed this way, Cam is looking at me in a way that tells me he finds it sexy as hell.

“Don’t get comfy in those clothes,” he tells me. “I plan on getting you back out of them as soon as I can.”

I don’t have time to answer. The doorbell sounds and Cam leaves the bedroom to greet the delivery driver. It gives me a second to catch my breath and to steady my nerves. I’m fighting the urge to bolt. Everything that’s happened so far has been amazing. More than amazing, if I’m being honest about it. But that’s part of the problem. There’s no way this can last. There’s no way something this good can be permanent. That’s just not the way life works.

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