Page 29 of In Her Arms

Cameron’s fingers roamed over Goldie’s back, feeling the smooth skin of her ass beneath her dress. She could sense the tension, the yearning, building within them. She wanted to consume this woman whole.

Cameron moved her hand down to her own clitoris and began to pleasure herself. Her excitement grew quickly. She could feel herself teetering on the edge, lost in the throes of passion. But then Goldie’s phone rang, cutting through the haze of desire like a cold splash of water. They froze, breathing heavily.

“Seriously? It’s Steve! Will the guy ever leave me alone? I swear he knows when we’re in the swing of things. Maybe he has me tagged?” Goldie murmured, irritation flashing in hereyes. But the phone continued to ring, and with a reluctant sigh, she reached for it, still seated on Cameron’s face, her scent enveloping Cameron in an intoxicating embrace.

“Hello?” Goldie answered, her voice a mixture of annoyance and amusement. “Yes, we’ll be downstairs in ten minutes.” She hung up the phone, looking down at Cameron with a smirk. “Looks like we’re on a schedule.”

“I can’t believe you answered,” Cameron teased, her breathless laughter contrasting with the urgency of the situation.

“I had to! It’s the Met Gala. Steve isn’t fucking around tonight. He’s on edge. Big time.” Goldie leaned down again, capturing Cameron’s lips, their tongues dancing together, a fierce mingling of desires. But as Goldie began to grind against Cameron’s mouth once more, the urgency quickly returned, their passion reigniting.

Cameron’s hands moved instinctively, gripping Goldie’s hips, guiding her movements, relishing the delicious friction. Their bodies worked in perfect harmony, creating a primal rhythm. Each movement brought them closer to the edge, a sweet release that felt inevitable.

“Goldie,” Cameron gasped, her voice trembling with pleasure. “I need you to—” But before she could finish, Goldie’s phone buzzed again.

Goldie groaned in frustration but couldn’t suppress a mischievous smile. “Maybe they’ll just give up,” she teased, her breath heavy.

“Let’s hope so,” Cameron replied, torn between laughter and desire.

But Goldie couldn’t resist. She leaned down, her body still positioned over Cameron, and their lips met again in a passionate clash. The world outside faded into insignificance as they lost themselves in the moment, the intensity of their connection surging.

“Touch yourself while you're looking at me,” Goldie said, her brow beaded with sweat. “I want to watch your face as you come.”

“Oh, Goldie, watch me… Watch me come for you. I’m so fucking wet,” Cameron moaned, her breath quickening toward blissful climax.

Goldie pulled away, a wicked gleam in her eyes.

“Oh, god! You’re beautiful. I’m going to come on your face. Lick me. Lick me now,” she screamed as she moved herself back into a squatting position over Cameron. Cameron slipped her fingers into her vagina and circled her tongue around Goldie’s clit.

That’s it! Keep going, keep going...” Goldie’s body tensed and jerked as she felt a wave of pleasure spread through every cell. She looked at Cameron, a charming smile on her face.

“Well, I suppose we really should finish getting ready,” Goldie said breathlessly, her tone teasing as she reluctantly moved off Cameron.

Cameron sat up, breathing heavily, her body still thrumming with desire. “You’re right,” she admitted, but the heat in her core wished to be satisfied again.

Cameron summoned the energy to wash her face in the bathroom. Splashing cold water on her flushed skin, the coolness felt heavenly against the lingering heat in her flesh.

When she emerged, Goldie was touching up her makeup in front of the large mirror, her focus intense as she applied a hint of lipstick. “Are you ready?” Goldie asked, glancing back at Cameron with a grin that made Cameron feel almost lightheaded.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Cameron replied, feeling her pulse quicken at the thought of heading out to such a huge event with Goldie.

As they stepped into the elevator, the anticipation hung heavy.

Goldie leaned against the wall, her gaze steady on Cameron. “You know, I’ve never been so happy as I am right now, with you,” she said, her voice low and sultry.

Cameron smiled, her heart soaring. “And I’ve never felt more ready to take on the world with you. I love you.”

“I love you too, always.” Goldie smiled as she gently squeezed Cameron’s hand.

“I wonder what’s next for us?” Cameron asked.

“Maybe kids and a house by the sea,” Goldie mused.

As they smiled, hand in hand, anything felt possible, but most of all, neither of them had felt love so strong, so pure, and so capable of achieving anything.

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