Page 54 of The Summer Arrangement
I will die before disappointing her.
Sucking and teasing with my mouth, I roll her exposed nipple with my thumb and pinch it lightly.
“More, Cam… Harder…” she demands.
When I comply, her movements become frenzied. I’m rewarded by her cries. “Fuck, Cam… I’m… So close.”
Her grip on my shoulder tenses as her tight pussy clenches me like a vise.
I can tell she’s close but needs help tipping over the edge. Simultaneously, I suck her tight pebbled nipple further into my mouth and flick it fervently with my tongue, while rolling and pinching the other. She cries out as her body suddenly stiffens, and I feel wave after wave of her pleasure crash through her.
Gripping her hips, I take over and top her from the bottom. The moment my balls tighten, I swear I barely thrust once more before my release explodes through me.
My orgasm bursts through me faster than lightning, burning me up from the inside out. My legs go numb, my vision goes black, and I’m fighting like hell for my next breath.
As she collapses against me, the last thing I remember is wrapping my arms around her and holding on for dear life.
“If I die, this is how I wanna go.”
I have no idea how long I’ve stayed plastered against Cameron’s chest. I’m wrecked beyond belief. I couldn’t move if I tried. My arms feel like heavy weights, my spine’s nonexistent, and my legs are Jell-O. My eyes may as well be glued shut, and I don’t want to even think about opening them.
My first orgasm of the night had me sated.
This one… well, it might have killed me.
Is this what heaven feels like?
All I can do is breathe in and out, matching my breaths to Cameron’s as my heart rate slows.
I’m certain I’ve never been this blissed out in my life.
I’m vaguely aware when my body shifts, and there’s a burst of cold air against me. But it’s quickly replaced with warmth, and all is forgotten as I snuggle into the softness that surrounds me.
*****
The next thing I know, my head rises and falls with every breath Cameron takes. He’s drawing lazy circles across my back, and I’m snuggled into his side. There’s no place I’d rather be.
“Hey there, sleepyhead,” Cameron greets when I finally force my body to move and make eye contact.
Stretching, I ask, “How long have I been out for?”
“Uh… It’s almost six… So, a few hours,” he says quietly.
“Holy shit. Have you been awake this entire time?”
Pulling me close to his chest again, he kisses the top of my head. “No… I woke up about twenty minutes ago.”
“Why aren’t you sleeping?” I ask.
The moment the words leave my lips, his body tenses.
“I… Uh…” he hesitates, and I frantically dart my eyes to his.
Slowly, he pushes some of my hair behind my ear as his brows knit together.
“What’s wrong, Cameron?” I ask, my chest filling with dread.
“I… Uh… Got carried away last night.”
