Page 62 of What Happens in Dubai

‘You are so beautiful, baby,’ he said and smiled down at me.

I felt warm with desire inside. ‘So are you!’ I gushed, lifting his T-shirt over his head.

I stepped back a few steps and lay down on the bed.

Cameron looked unbelievably handsome, his warm, bright eyes gazing down at me. No swelling, no redness. I just had to look at him to get turned on, and tonight I was determined to have some dirty, fun sex –finally.

He lay down on top of me and we began kissing. His touches felt loving, and as his tongue met mine, I wrapped my legs tight around his waist, wanting more. ‘Fuck me!’ I demanded.

He looked shocked but pushed his erect penis straight inside me. No foreplay, no airs and graces, I wanted one hundred per cent raw shagging.

‘Ahhhh.’ I moaned extra loud as I felt him, and glanced up to see his reaction.

But he was assuming his usual position, eyes upward, unconnected.

For fuck’s sake, here we go again!

‘Mmmm, is that good, baby?’ I asked as he thrusted in and out.

Cameron glanced down, an expression on his face like I was distracting him, and nodded ever so slightly.

‘Ohhh, keep fucking me like this, YES!’ I screamed exaggeratedly, hoping for a response.

But Cameron remained quiet as he continued.

‘Oh, Cammy, am I your dirty little slut? Eh? Do you like FUCKING me like your filthy little whore?’ I bellowed at the top of my lungs. At this point, I wanted his dick to be ready to explode with desire.

Instead, the thrusts abruptly halted and Cameron leapt off me.

Then he lay on his side towards me, and held my face, looking concerned. ‘Zara, you know I would never think you’re a dirty slut or anything of the sort! Oh my god, come here.’ He held me tightly, and I felt shamed.

I could feel my head stick to his naked body and sat up, needing to get a breath of distance for a minute.

‘No, no, I know you don’t – it was just sex chat,’ I explained.

Cameron held me tighter, lavishing me with empathy and I couldn’t take it anymore.

‘Cameron, hear me out. I know you don’t think I’m a slut, and you’re so so respectful, and I love that. But on the odd occasion, I like some dirty talk during sex. It turns me on. In fact any chat, actually. But you don’t make a sound. Like at all. You don’t even look at me.’

Cameron sat up now too, unable to make eye contact, yet again.

‘Oh, all right. I’ll be honest with you, Zara, I’ve never understood it. I’d just hate you to think I was disrespecting you. Not when I like you so much.’ He sounded sweet and sincere, and suddenly I felt like a sex-mad fucking pervert.

I groaned.

‘God, I’m so sorry. I sound like an absolute rocket.’ I held both hands up to my face with embarrassment.

Cameron kissed my hands, trying to squeeze his head into my face to make me feel better. ‘You do not, miss. We all have little things we like that are a little weird. I don’t mind trying it for you, Zara. OK?’ His voice was soft and understanding.

Why was I such a fucking deviant!

‘Well, the moment’s kind of gone now, eh?’ I giggled. ‘But I’m now more intrigued to find out your little kink then.’

Cameron waggled his head and flopped back down on the bed. ‘Nope!’

‘Oh, come on! I’ve just told you mine! How do you know I won’t like it too?’ I pleaded, gently shaking his broad shoulders till he laughed.

Even in the darkness, I could see he was considering his next words carefully. ‘Right, well …’ he began, ‘there is one thing that I like to do.’

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