Page 12 of Second Quarter Comeback
“Yes,” she whispers, her voice soft but sure. “I trust you.”
Her answer sends a surge of warmth through me, and I vow to make this night unforgettable for her.
I kiss her down her torso again, slow and deliberate, my lips tracing a path that makes her tremble beneath me. Her skin is soft and warm, her scent intoxicating as I move lower, taking my time, savoring every inch of her.
When I reach the curve of her hips, I pause, pressing a gentle kiss just above the waistband of her panties. Her breath hitches, her thighs shifting restlessly against me. She’s so responsive, so perfect.
“So,” I murmur, brushing my lips over the delicate fabric covering her, “you don’t touch yourself, Cam?”
Her face flushes deeper, and she shakes her head, her voice a soft, nervous whisper. “No . . . I just . . . I’ve never . . .”
I hum softly, my hands sliding along her thighs, kneading the soft flesh as I work my way closer to her center. Her body tenses slightly, but I keep my movements slow, my thumbs grazing her inner thighs to ease her nerves.
“That’s a shame,” I murmur, pressing a kiss just below her navel, my voice low and teasing. “All this beauty, and no one—including you—has given it the attention it deserves?”
Her breath stutters, her hands fisting the sheets beneath her. “I didn’t know it could feel like this,” she admits, her voice trembling with a mix of nervousness and anticipation.
I chuckle softly, the sound vibrating against her skin as I nuzzle closer, my lips grazing the edge of her panties. “That’s okay, sweetheart. We’ll change that tonight. Together.”
Hooking my fingers under the waistband, I pause, looking up at her. “Can I take these off?”
She nods quickly, her lips parting, but no words come out.
“Use your words, Camille,” I say gently, my thumbs stroking her hips.
“Yes,” she whispers, her voice barely audible. “Please.”
With her permission, I slide her panties down, dragging them slowly over her thighs and savoring the way her body reacts—her soft gasps, the way her legs shift instinctively, the slight arch of her hips.
When she’s bare before me, I take a moment, letting my gaze drink her in. “God, you’re stunning,” I murmur, my voice filled with awe.
Her thighs press together slightly, but I gently guide them apart, my hands massaging her soft skin as I settle between them. “Relax, Cam,” I whisper, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh. “Let me take care of you.”
She nods again, her breaths shallow, her trust palpable in the way she opens up for me. I kiss her thigh again, closer this time, my lips lingering as my fingers trail up and down her skin, coaxing her to relax further.
“Tell me if anything feels too much, okay?” I say, my voice soft but steady.
“Okay,” she breathes, her voice shaky but filled with trust.
I press one final kiss to her thigh before letting my lips hover just above her core. The anticipation in her trembling body makes me grin. “Let’s find out exactly what makes you fall apart, sweetheart,” I murmur before lowering my mouth to her.
“Touch your breasts for me,” I whisper against her thigh, my voice rough with arousal. “Pinch your nipples, hard, while I kiss your pretty cunt. Can you do that for me, Camille? Let me watch you.”
Her eyes widen, her blush spreading down her neck, but she nods, her lips parting as she lifts her trembling hands to her chest. When her fingers graze her ownnipples, rolling them hesitantly, a soft moan escapes her lips.
“That’s it,” I murmur, my gaze locked on her, drinking in every reaction. “Don’t hold back, sweetheart. Show me how good it feels.”
The sight of her obeying, her hands moving over her perfect tits, sends a bolt of heat straight through me. My cock throbs in response, hard and aching, but I force myself to focus on her, on the way her breathing quickens, her body arching slightly.
“You’re so beautiful,” I rasp, lowering my mouth to her center, pressing a soft kiss just above her clit. Her body jerks, and I grin against her skin. “And you taste even better.”
She moans, her thighs trembling as I press my tongue flat against her folds, dragging it upward in a slow, deliberate stroke.
“Does that feel good, baby?” I ask, my voice muffled as I press another kiss to her swollen clit.
“Yes,” she whimpers, her hands still working over her breasts, her head thrown back against the pillow.
“Good,” I murmur, licking her again, swirling my tongue around her clit before flicking it gently. Her hips buck against me, and I press my hands to her thighs, holding her steady. “Keep touching yourself for me, Cam. I want to see how much you like this.”
