Page 10 of In Her Arms

Bait.At this stage, she would take anything.

“You haven’t given me much to take yet.”

Suddenly, Cameron leaped onto the bed, her breath heaving, and she was on all fours hovering above Goldie’s legs.

And with a voice as smooth as honey, she said, “You want something to take?”

A moment. A knife’s edge.

“Maybe I do.”

“Maybe I have something to give,” Cameron replied. Like a cat through the underbrush, she slowly climbed up the length of Goldie’s body, keeping her eyes on her face, which was contorted into a silent, desperate plea.

She was reaching her face now, her arms either side of her head, boxing her in without keeping her from moving. If she really, really wanted to, she could have shoved Cameron off her, sworn at her violently, and they would never have had to acknowledge it again.

She wouldn’t have been able to bear it, she realized. This was what she wanted. This was what she had wanted this entire time.

In the torturous moments right before Cameron leaned in to kiss her, she muttered, “I don’t think... This can’t be anything else.”

Goldie knew her lines, knew what to say to get what she needed.

“Who says I want anything else? You’re a pain in the ass. You’re a diva. You’re pushing my goddamn buttons all the time. But you are fucking hot.”

Cameron finally visibly relaxed and lowered to kiss her. Her lips were soft, her breath tasted strongly of coffee, and her handsstayed firmly planted either side of Goldie’s head. S=he couldn’t help it. She wanted Cameron to touch her. Taking the lead, she took one hand and placed it gently on the nape of Cameron’s neck, snaking the other one around to the small of her back. Cameron took the hint and gently lowered herself on one elbow, taking the other hand and placing it on Goldie’s hip. Goldie let out a small gasp.

Cameron’s smile shifted from hungry to smug, and she shot Goldie a grin before diving in to kiss her neck. The soft kisses she started with tickled, and Goldie laughed softly, but Cameron’s attention intensified. Goldie’s hand fisted in her hair, and she squeezed her thighs together.

“You need some attention, huh? Don’t you get enough already?” Cameron teased.

“Not the kind of attentionyoucould give me,” Goldie responded.

“Oh, so you wantmyattention?” Cameron asked, gradually moving down Goldie’s body again. “That’s very interesting. Tell me more about that.”

“Well, if you must know, that first day when I said you were the exact type of woman who could distract me, I wasn’t joking. Okay, so I was joking around, but Ididmean it—” Goldie was interrupted by Cameron skillfully whipping off her skirt. Her eyes widened, and she bit her bottom lip.

“You’re very eager, aren’t you?” Goldie asked.

“I am,” replied Cameron

Cameron’s honesty shouldn’t have shocked her. If nothing else, Cameron had proven herself to be honest…or at least willing to speak her mind. It was more the proximity that threw her off more than anything, with Cameron wanting to breach that previously closed gap. Goldie knew why, at least for carnal reasons, but felt a little spark of affection all the same. She wanted her.

Cameron had removed her underwear and tossed them near her skirt.

Gently, Cameron nudged Goldie’s knees apart with her hand. Goldie let out a breathy laugh. After the previous manhandling, she couldn’t believe that Cameron would be this gentle, could be this gentle. Cameron looked up at her, a silent question of consent.

Goldie knew the answer would be yes; at this stage, Cameron could have asked her to do many terrible things and she knew the answer would have been yes. She nodded. Cameron smiled and slowly pushed her tongue toward her swollen clit.

“You are so fucking wet,” Cameron breathed.

Goldie was so overstimulated she was already bucking and a little shaky, but as Cameron began to circle laps with her mouth, Goldie saw that her shaggy cropped hair, normally dashing, was falling into her eyes. She bundled her hands in Cameron’s hair, pushing it back off of her face and allowing for eye contact that burned directly into Goldie. She shivered again, both at the work of Cameron’s incredibly talented tongue and the satisfaction in her eyes. It was like the mere act of pleasing Goldie was enough to please Cameron. She arched against the bed, trying to stifle any indignant noises, but Cameron stopped and hovered, maintaining eye contact.

“I want to hear you. I want to hear how much you’re enjoying yourself.”

Goldie couldn’t do anything other than nod, trying to keep her breathing steady. She could feel her heartbeat thumping against her chest, speeding up as Cameron dipped down and flicked her tongue against her clitoris. Teasing her. Using all of her mouth to please her. This time, she didn’t stifle herself, and her reward was Cameron growing more and more intense, each moan and grunt an encouragement.

Goldie grew louder as the minutes passed, her back arching and flexing against the mattress. Cameron was making quick work of her, and she felt heat build in the pit of her stomach. It would have been a little humiliating if Cameron wasn’talsoliterally at her beck and call. She wanted to be able to repay her; she wanted to worship her. This couldn’t be the last time. She hoped it wasn’t the last time.

Her fingers tangled in Cameron’s hair meant that she was able to keep a small sense of control, holding her tongue wherever she wanted it. Still, Cameron was the one doing all of the work, and it wasworking.

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