Page 28 of In Her Arms

“I get it. Sure, totally,” Cameron replied, her grip tightening slightly. “But it feels different now. So real.”

“There’s no way I’m messing this up again,” Goldie said, feeling a sense of relief wash over her.

They stood there for a moment, the world around them fading away. Goldie leaned in closer, her heart pounding. “Cameron, I?—”

Before she could finish, Cameron leaned in, capturing Goldie’s lips in a soft, gentle kiss. Goldie melted into the embrace, feeling every worry and doubt slip away. Their lips pressed together felt like the most natural thing in the world.

When they pulled apart, Cameron looked into her eyes. “I’ll look after you, I promise.”

Hand in hand, they made their way back to Goldie’s hotel. For once, Goldie didn’t care about anything else. The only thing that mattered to her now was Cameron.

Once in her hotel room, Goldie leaned against the door, her heart still thudding. She hadn’t felt like this since being a teenager. The drunken, exhilarating rush of crushing hard on someone.

After a few minutes, she pulled out her phone and texted Cameron.

“Tonight was amazing. I can’t wait for our date.”

Within seconds, a reply came through.

“Me too. Sweet dreams, Goldie. Can’t wait to see you. I can’t wait to see what’s next for us.”

Goldie felt a warm rush as she read the message. She settled into bed, her mind racing with thoughts of what the future might hold. Tomorrow’s interview loomed, but for now, she wascontent to let herself drift off, wrapped in the knowledge that she and Cameron were finally on the same path.

ONE YEAR LATER

One year later, Goldie and Cameron were expected on the steps of the Met Gala. They had become public figures, beloved for their authenticity and the love they so openly shared. They even made it intoDIVAmagazine.

Tonight, they were official representatives of sapphic romance at the high-profile charity event, and they couldn’t be more proud of their journey.

Cameron paced the plush carpet of their hotel room, her heart racing as she glanced at the clock. “We’re going to be late,” she murmured. “Oh, my god…is Taylor Swift really going to be there? I don’t think I can handle it. What if she talks to us? No, I can’t deal. I’m still not used to this Hollywood scene.”

“Relax,” Goldie replied with a playful smile, her voice soothing. She was perched on the edge of the king-sized bed, meticulously adjusting the hem of her elegant dress. The soft fabric hugged her curves, accentuating her silhouette, and Cameron couldn’t help but admire her. “And stop it with the Swiftie stuff. I’ll get jealous.”

As the minutes ticked by, Goldie stood up and glided over to Cameron, who was fidgeting nervously with her hair. “CanI help you?” Goldie asked, moving behind her. She gently took the comb from Cameron’s hands and began to work through the tangles, her fingers grazing Cameron’s neck and sending shivers down her spine.

“You look so fucking hot,” Goldie whispered, her breath warm against Cameron’s ear. Her fingers continued to weave through the strands deftly, eliciting a soft sigh from Cameron. “And this neck of yours… It’s just begging for attention.”

Cameron swallowed hard, feeling her skin flush under Goldie’s teasing touch. “Stop,” she said, though her voice lacked the bite she intended. The gentle caress was intoxicating, and she could feel the heat pooling in her core.

“And why would I do that?” Goldie teased, her fingers now lightly tracing along Cameron’s collarbones, where the fabric of her shirt met her skin. “You look so gorgeous. I don’t think I can stop.”

Cameron met Goldie’s gaze in the mirror, her heart racing at the intensity in Goldie’s eyes. “You’re such a distraction,” she admitted, breathless.

Goldie chuckled softly, her fingers lingering just a moment longer before she stepped back, allowing Cameron a moment to breathe. But the moment was fleeting; the tension hung thick between them, electric and unyielding. Unable to resist, Cameron swiveled in her chair, their lips crashing together in a deep kiss.

It quickly escalated into exploration. Cameron’s hands found their way to Goldie’s hips, pulling her closer. Goldie responded with a harder kiss, her hands threading through Cameron’s hair, tilting her head back, and sinking her tongue into Cameron’s mouth.

Time seemed to lose all meaning as they lost themselves in each other, the room spinning around them. Goldie’s hands roamed down Cameron’s body, tracing the curves and angles,every touch igniting a fire deep within. When their kiss broke, both gasping for air, Cameron stood and pushed Goldie back against the wall, the blood pumping through her veins with an urgent need.

“Goldie,” Cameron breathed, her voice low and sultry. “I can’t even think straight when you’re this close.”

“Then don’t think,” Goldie replied, her voice a sultry whisper. “I can think of so many better things to do.”

Moments later, Cameron found herself on the plush carpet, the soft fibers beneath her body contrasting sharply with the heat radiating from Goldie above her. Goldie slipped off her panties and straddled her, positioning her vulva above Cameron’s mouth.

“God, you’re beautiful,” Cameron gasped, her hands finding Goldie’s thighs, pulling her down closer, wanting to feel the depths of her folds with her lips and tongue. The weight of Goldie’s body on top of her face sent waves of pleasure coursing through her.

“Just for you,” Goldie said, her voice low and sultry, as she began to grind against Cameron’s mouth.

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