Page 65 of What Happens in Dubai

Cameron kissed my shoulders, and I jumped, not anticipating his touch.

‘OK, bend slightly for me and stick out your ass.’ He kissed my neck and then drew back, whispering, ‘Just relax, baby.’

I took a deep breath to steady my nerves. His hands stroked my hips and then began to spread my cheeks. A second later, I felt an uncomfortable tightness dig in from behind.Ouch!

Cameron cried out, sounding almost euphoric.

‘Is that it in?’ I asked, feeling an immediate gush of ring sting.

He breathed out sensuously. ‘The tip isn’t quite in yet, you’re doing well, Zara.’

The tip? The fucking tip!What the fuck!I mean, he didn’t have the biggest dick in the world, and I was struggling with the Jap’s eye already!

Cameron moved his hands, gently raising one arse cheek and leaned further into me.

‘Ohhh, fuck!’ I winced. ‘Oh, oh, can we have a wee break?’ I said, feeling irritable and unsexy.

He kissed my shoulder. ‘Of course. Thank you for trying this with me.’

I felt him pull out. Phew! What a relief!

‘Did you get a lot of it in?’ I asked.

Cameron giggled. ‘I got like this much in.’ He pointed to an inch off the tip of his penis and lay back down.

But my eyes were stuck to where he’d indicated. There was something on his dick.

Oh no! Oh no! What the fuck is that? Please, don’t let me have shat on him!

I had no idea what the thing was, but it was a small circular-shaped lump hanging freely at the tip of his penis. Luckily, he hadn’t seemed to notice yet. I had to get it.

‘Mmm … your body is so sexy, Cameron, do you know that?’ I leaned into him, trying to block his view of the foreign object stuck to his cock. ‘I could kiss every last inch of you.’ I smiled up at him and caressed his abs, slowly bringing my head down to his groin to examine the unusual item.What the fuck is it?It sat right at the edge, was lightly coloured and a peculiar shape. I grabbed the end of his dick tightly, capturing it in my hands.

‘Ouch, Zara! What the hell!’ Cameron grumbled, sitting up.

‘Oh, sorry, babe. I thought you would like that. A wee bit rough,’ I shrugged.

‘Ouch, no, that was sore, babe!’

I giggled clumsily as I made my way back up the bed and lay back beside him, grasping my hand closed, unsure of what I was holding.

We lay for a few more minutes while my hand stayed securely shut over and sweaty.

‘Do you want a can of juice or a drink of water? I’m boiling!’ Cameron whispered.

‘Mmm, that would be good, thanks.’

He kissed my forehead and wandered through to the kitchen, oblivious to it all. When the coast was clear, I released my hand.Ew, Jesus Christ!I sniffed it, knowing full well it wouldn’t be pleasant. Luckily, or not, depending on how you saw it, it was most definitely not one hundred per cent shite.

I stared at it, and it was an inch from my face before I realised my arse had in fact gifted Cameron a large piece of sweetcorn. What the fuck?

Then I remembered: I’d had a chicken and sweetcorn baguette from Greggs the other day. I shivered at the thought, retching as I examined the leftover with utter disgust.

Fucking hell!I leapt off the bed, flicked the corn out the window and pored a generous amount of Micellar water over my hands. That was far too close a shave for me, Ineverwanted to try anal again. It had almost put me off Greggs for life.

Chapter Twenty-Two

On Monday morning, Ashley dragged us away from a home-cooked breakfast made by my sexy man to make the usual ten-minute journey to work. As we walked along the street, I tried to envision what my morning rush in the desert would look like and how my new life was only days away. Cameron was so optimistic and enthusiastic about it all, and I couldn’t help but feel completely wrapped up in our little sandstorm. He was so eager to introduce me to his friends and I finally felt safe in my relationship, having never had that type of security before. Every night he’d divulge excursion plans, from travelling to Abu Dhabi to exploring the less occupied, cultural markets together hand in hand. At times I almost forgot I’d be working, but as I promoted the clinic from the land of luxury, I’d also be living like a princess with my love while Raj reaped the benefits back home.

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