Page 61 of Caught in the Middle

In this moment there was nothing she wanted more than to feel his tongue on her clit and he looked like he wanted it just as badly.

Cam had lowered himself so that he’d have the perfect angle and visual of seeing Emma’s arched back jutting her tits forward. Nothing drove him crazy like the thought of seeing her face in pure ecstasy in this position like it appeared in the ocean when he finger fucked her over the edge.

He pressed light kisses against the inside of one thigh then the other. Her fingers were caressing his hair and he could hear her jagged breaths as she awaited his every move. He knew where she wanted him and he had every intention of going there, but first, he wanted to savor the build-up. He ran his tongue up the inside of her thigh and then in a punishingly slow effort he went above and bypassed her clit to the other side. He could hear the frustrated whimper from her as he did the same on the other side.

Emma’s hands tightened on his head, feeling the torture of his teasing as he grew closer and closer without ever going where she wanted him. But he soon met that sexual frustration with the wet warmth of his tongue gliding over her center, his mouth enclosing the bundle of nerves and sending her mouth open and head further back.

Cam sucked and licked, losing himself in her involuntary reactions as she pulled him down into her even further. His hands held her firm against him, but as he slowly lowered his mouth, lapping between her slick folds, aware of how wet and wanting she was for him, he moved a hand around to play with her clit as he savored her vagina.

Emma wasn’t sure when she started to moan, nor did she care as she bucked off the countertop and into his mouth. She wanted to ride his face the way she rode his hand in the ocean and as if thinking the same thing, Cam’s hand and tongue swapped places as she felt his arm go beneath her thigh and his fingers slamming into her as his tongue toyed with her clit again.

The motion grew in rhythm picking up in speed as he sucked and ravished between her legs, his fingers taking what he was claiming and all the while Emma burying the back of her head into the mirror unable to think or focus.

“That’s right, baby, give in to it,” Cam coaxed, looking up at the joyous sight of Emma riding out her high. He knew she was close, could feel the quivering of her thighs spreading through her body as even her stomach tightened in preparation.

Her moans grew in volume and frequency as she ripped at his hair, trying desperately to hang on to every last euphoric moment, then as if knowing her body better than her, Cam’s mouth left her as he plunged his fingers harder into her core in rapid succession and the moment she teetered on the brink of her orgasm she felt his teeth sink into her inner thigh sending the most inebriating mixture of pain and pleasure that had her body convulsing as she came harder than she could ever remember before. The ecstasy poured over her in hot waves until the room grew quiet and Cam’s hand finally slowed and there was only the sound of rampant breathing to fill the space.

Her eyes were still closed, unsure of when that even happened, as she felt him carefully slide her legs off his shoulders and back to the counter. She slowly opened them as she straightened up on the counter, taking in the beautiful half-dressed specimen standing before her, that devilish grin of pure satisfaction shining on his smug face.

Cam swooped in, caressing the back of her neck as he kissed her deeply and thoroughly, her arms coming around his neck. “You are the sexiest woman I have ever known.”

Who knew butterflies could still swarm after one of the best orgasms of her life, but here they were taking flight inside her. She cut right to the chase. “I want you in bed.”

He smiled. “Your wish is my command.”

But a pounding on the door cut through the air. Then Lulu’s shout. “Come on you two! Enough hanky panky. We’re going dancing!”

Emma’s face fell.

“Maybe if we stay quiet she won’t know we’re in here,” Cam whispered.

The loud banging continued. “I already heard you,” Lulu shouted, not at all worried about pissing off neighbors. “Let’s go. I’m not leaving until you open the door.”

Emma’s head fell back against the mirror as she let out a groan. Cam chuckled, not at all sure he could get his boner under control for a night of dancing, but then again he didn’t think he was going to have much choice.

Lulu kept knocking.

“Is she this persistent at work?” she complained.

He laughed. “It’s what makes her so good.”

She laughed and said, “Then I better get dressed,” though she followed it with a groan as he helped her slide off the counter. Her legs felt like jelly in the wake, but she bent down for her clothes anyhow. “Will you go tell her we’re coming?”

He looked at her and then at the giant bulge in his pants. Emma laughed.

“You can just crack the door open.”

Her laughter followed him outside the bathroom as he barely opened the door during another one of Lulu’s incessant knocking sessions.

“I knew you’d give in,” she beamed through the crack.

“We’ll be downstairs shortly,” he said, if not a little gruff at the interruption.

She gave him a smirk and a waggle of the eyebrows. “Don’t you worry. You two kids can pick up where you left off later.” Then Lulu let out a bright bit of laughter as she headed for the elevator. She tossed over her shoulder, “They have a live band playing downstairs and tables filled with food in case you worked up an appetite.”

He shook his head but still smiled at her humor. As he turned around, he caught sight of Emma walking toward the bedroom in nothing but that matching lace thong and bralette, her ass making him groan at the unfairness of the world’s timing.

Emma let out a knowing laugh as she pulled a dress from her suitcase and never broke eye contact as she slipped into it. “Don’t you worry, Cameron. I assure you I plan to continue what we’ve started once we get back.”

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