Page 58 of What Happens in Dubai

‘Ohhh, gentle. Gentle with my head,’ he whimpered.

Cameron’s hands began to massage my thighs. My body squirmed as I felt him get closer to my voracious vagina.

‘Am I going too fast?’

I shook my head, feeling like he’d almost hypnotised me. Then, I tugged my dress upward around my waist giving him more room to explore. He moved his hand closer to my vagina, and his thumb began rubbing through my underwear in circular motions. My breathing turned short and sharp.

‘Do you want to go into the bedroom?’ I asked, still squirming from all the kissing. Cameron didn’t reply, but with a tug I was being lifted towards my boudoir.

He held me up, kissing passionately, then lowered me to the ground. I started to unzip my dress and dived under the covers, watching him strip down. His body was toned, and I could see a glimmer of abs as he lifted his top up over his torso.Jesus,he was fitter in person. My chest thumped as Cameron walked towards me with purpose burning in his eyes. His dick looked hard and ready for action under his crisp white boxers. He stood for a second, then pulled down his underwear as my eyes lit up. No micropenis!Thank fuck. I mean, it wasn’t the largest dick in the world, small- to medium-sized with a smallish girth, more of a baby carrot than a micro dick. Cameron pulled back the covers. His expression was hard to gauge with the trauma, but I’m sure I recognised a grin as he then soared on top and, without a word uttered, began to thrust his dick inside of me. In and out he stirred, and I moaned each time.

‘Mmmmm … Fuck me. Fuck me,’ I murmured.

Cameron still hadn’t said a word. He put the graft in but his eyes remained fixed on the headboard. Everything felt good but something about it was disconnected. Was he shy? Or perhaps in pain from his immense head wound? I hauled him closer, kissing him while he continued to thrust in and out of me.

‘Oh sorry.’ His dick fell out. I looked down, smiling and he fumbled a little, pushing to reposition it and eventually continued. Without warning, Cameron finished with a tiny whimper, pulled out his dick, and kissed my forehead.

‘Wow!’ he said.

I rolled over to kiss the sweaty man lying in my bed.

‘You were amazing!’ he said, kissing me back, then elevated his arm, gesturing for me to lie on him.I mean thanks, but I didn’t have to do much, I thought. As I snuggled in, however, I felt peaceful and strangely relaxed. I couldn’t believe how natural it felt lying in the arms of a man I had just met. Yes, the first-time sex was basic, but I supposed he was used to marital sex, and we presumably needed to find our groove a little more. I mean, it wasn’t bad, but perhaps a little less exciting than the late-night fuckboy hook-ups I had been accustomed to. Maybe this was normal, and I was the overexperienced kinky one? I wasn’t sure. But I knew I liked him, boringly quick sex regardless. I wanted this to work.

‘Cameron?’ I whispered, still slightly panting for breath as we both faced the ceiling.

‘Zara?’

‘So, today, I found out something in that meeting I was telling you about. I didn’t have any idea about it before today so don’t think I’ve been keeping it from you. But, as of next Friday, I’ll be working in Dubai!’ I could feel my eyes squint with dread, not knowing how Cameron would take the news. When I told the last man I was seeing I was coming to work beside him, he threw a wobbler, and I uncovered his secret love affair.

Cameron sat up, plopping my head flat on the mattress, and looked into my eyes.

‘You’re joking!’

I shook my head, still finding it difficult to make sense of his wonky expressions.

‘Zara, that’s bloody amazing!’ His smile lit up the room, and he seemed thrilled. I felt a surge of relief.

‘I wasn’t sure how you would take it. And it’s not like you’re obliged to see me every day or at all, even. It’s a work thing. I don’t want you to think that I’m following you or stalking you. But, oh god, I’m so glad you’re happy! Phew!’

Cameron started to laugh, leaning down on me. I could feel his hot sexy body sticking to mine.

‘I have just flown hundreds of miles to see you. If anyone is a stalker, it’s me. This is great news.’ He kissed my forehead and snuggled into me.

That night we ordered a Chinese takeaway, watchedThe Wolf of Wall Streetand made love twice more. I shut my eyes at midnight, and for the first time in months, I felt content. Somehow, Cameron seemed different from the previous men I had dated. He seemed interested in me as a person, not only in what was between my legs, and I was finally willing to let someone in. If mediocre sex was a price I had to pay for having a thoughtful, loving, kind man then I’d happily take it. My head whirled around with hopes and dreams of how we were about to spend the next month together in Dubai, and all of a sudden, my anxieties of leaving were gone and I couldn’t fucking wait!

Chapter Twenty

The following morning Cameron and I lay around the flat, spending my time off tangled in one another’s arms. We watched the seriesShooteron Netflix, which I recommended because of his sniper days in the army, but secretly was just craving a Ryan Phillippe fix. We ordered pancakes from Just Eat and got to know each other better. Cameron described his plans to settle down and have kids soon, and I felt utterly swept away by everything he said. More than ever, I wanted his visions to include me, as I daydreamed on the sofa beside him, hoping our kids had his colouring with my strong hair line. In the afternoon, he put on a YouTube documentary about Dubai, educating me on the most wondrous experiences I would be undertaking with him in the next few weeks. He promised to arrange skydiving, desert safaris, and even hiring a yacht for the day. I suddenly felt ridiculous that the weekend I had just spent in Dubai with my friends consisted of far too much alcohol, prising my best friend’s jaw from a footballer’s penis and getting thrown out of a penthouse when all of this was on offer. I wasn’t an adrenaline junkie by any means, but the way Cameron spoke with passion about experiencing new things and pushing personal boundaries made me want to try anything with him.

His swelling seemed to be going down a little, and I reminded him to take regular anti-inflammatories and pain meds. He frequently had to layer up a concoction of creams and apply it to his head. I found myself watching him throughout the day, wholly engrossed in the television even with his painful face, and couldn’t help but relish how adorable and innocent he looked. I admired his confidence above all. God, if I was due an eyebrow wax or a root touch-up, I could never go on a date, never mind rocking up with an overgrown tatty growing out my head. I found it admirable, and I felt utterly smitten regardless of his look. Everything seemed to be going to plan. It was easy, uncomplicated and peaceful.

The front door buzzer rang around 7 p.m. We were slumped into the sofa with Doritos and dip, and I immediately remembered about Ashley. I hadn’t checked my phone since picking Cameron up from the airport, feeling slightly guilty because he had switched his off to enjoy our time together, but with the loud buzz I was shot back to reality.

‘Oh, shit. That’ll be Ashley!’ I announced, throwing my legs off Cameron and standing up.

He smiled and stood behind me, getting prepared.

I hurried over to the buzzer.

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