Page 67 of Caught in the Middle

She rocked her hips slowly at first, though the aching lust of her body urged her on faster. She gave into it, the fullness of him hitting her right, the friction against her clit causing her breath to become more and more shallow as her hips quickened, his hands moving in that same fast-paced motion.

Cam couldn’t stop taking her in, the sight of her on top of him, her nipples hardened peaks, the way she gave into her wanting, the arch of her back. He met her rocking with his thrusts, holding her against him, unable to get enough. Emma was like a hunger he couldn’t fully satisfy, always needed more, needed her. Every last bit.

He wanted to pull her down to him, press his lips against her sweet skin, but as he plunged up into her, she tilted her head back, the movement hitting right and the parting of her mouth drove him wild. Every movement a deeper connection, every thrust another sort of dance.

The sounds of her unashamed moans made his dick harder and he drove it further inside her, the feeling of her muscles clamping down on him driving him wild. “Fuck, Emma,” he groaned, their pace turning something frantic, something unto its own.

It felt unbearably euphoric as she rode him, not caring about a thing in this world except the way she was feeling at this moment. Her entire body felt like it was on fire and when she felt Cam’s hand go to her nipple, toying and playing and squeezing, she moaned and her inner muscles tightened earning her another groan from this beautiful specimen beneath her.

She felt him quicken the pace, could sense his need for her and she gave in, matching his every plea as she engaged him, taking him plunge after plunge, feeling him hit her walls, leaning into it. Dammit, had it always been this good or just with Cam? She didn’t know. Didn’t care.

She felt herself reaching that cliff’s edge, was ready to throw herself over it, to ride this out until that satisfying end. As if sensing it, Cam reached for her and she let him, bending forward as he found her mouth in what felt like a desperate plea to know she was still there with him. She felt it too, whatever this was, she felt it.

She was kissing him back and Cam couldn’t think about anything but how good she felt around him, needing to touch every bit of her until they felt like one and the same. As her lips made their way to his neck, he knew she was about to send him over his edge and he didn’t want to beat her there. He wanted her to come on top of him.

She yielded as he guided her upward, repositioning just enough that he could take her breast in his mouth as she continued to rock her hips, taking his cock beat after beat. Her lips fell open as she felt his mouth clamp down over her nipple, his other hand coming up to caress the other one.

“Cameron,” she breathed, her entire body responding to the workings of his mouth as she rode him.

He kept going, the tensity becoming rougher, their bodies a chaotic storm back and forth. He heard her whimpering, felt the tell-tale sign of her tightening, followed by the tremors, and could feel his own as he drove into her as much as he could from underneath. He wanted every last second of this ingrained in his mind, in his body, as he saw her head lower, her mouth pressed against his head as she moaned into him, her hips taking and riding as the tempo of her whimpers became sharper.

“Cameron,” she said into his hair, unable to think, all other words lost to her. “Cam…” Her voice was throaty and frantic, filled with lust and pleasure, begging for her release.

She felt the peak coming, the orgasm fast approaching, the strength of his hand now gripping her backside, grabbing her firm and holding on. Then it was suddenly all-consuming, the waves of her climax washing over her as she felt the jerky movements of his own, his legs going taught beneath her as she gave in and let the ecstasy rush through her.

His breath was ragged and he held her tight as she collapsed on top of him, their bodies covered in sweat. She slowly lowered downward so that her face could lie on his chest, feeling as he slid out of her, not caring about the mess that she was. He wrapped his arms tight around her as he gently kissed her hair, giving her a tight squeeze of a hug, not sure if it was for him or her, but he could feel her smile against his damp skin as she tucked her hands underneath his sides and returned the gesture.

“That was incredible,” he said. “You’re incredible.”

“I like to think so,” Emma responded.

Then they both broke out laughing.

Chapter 25

The sun was bright as Emma smoothed her hair back into a low ponytail, wrapping a hair tie around to secure it. She tried stifling a yawn but it did her no good. She bent down to pull her phone from the side pouch of her bag, sitting on a bench outside the cafe she and Lauren stopped at.

There was a new message and her heart danced at the sight of Cam’s name on her screen. Who knew when they exchanged numbers back in Dallas after he got blindsided with this trip that he’d be texting her nothing but a smiley face? She thought it was silly, ridiculous, and absolutely adorable, especially since it caused the cheek-aching smile she was currently wearing.

“What is it?” Lauren asked, coming outside. They’d been taking photos all morning, finding places for her to do outfit changes and showcase different brands she had partnered with, from tops and shoes to purses and jewelry. They ended with some aesthetic outdoor cafe shots, then decided to sit and catch up, getting to drink the coffee while it was still hot versus using the latte art for visual interest.

“Nothing.” Emma sent back an emoji with the tongue sticking out before sliding her phone back. She couldn’t stop smiling, though.

“It’s Cam, isn’t it?” Lauren headed for a small outdoor table under the shade and Emma followed her.

“Thanks for the coffee,” she said, looking at the cup Lauren placed in front of her.

“I also snagged us this panini and chips to split.” She held up the little baggie. “It looked too good to pass up.”

Emma groaned. “I don’t know if I can handle any more food.” They both laughed. They’d been eating all morning as they checked out different restaurants and shops while they worked. Emma even picked up a couple of souvenirs.

“That’s why I only got one for us to share,” Lauren offered with a smile.

“Alright, alright. You know I’m not going to turn down good food.”

Lauren grinned. “It looks so good.” She slid out the sandwich and unwrapped it, handing half to Emma, then opened the chips and sat them where they could both reach.

They began eating, appreciation for the taste spreading across their faces.

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