Page 6 of Dear Handy Silver Fox
She cries out her pleasure, lifting her arms above her head and pushing her full breasts towards me. I kiss down the smooth skin of her neck to the tight fabric of her tank top. Her nipples harden into peaks that are calling for my attention. I nip gently at the pebbled peaks causing her breathing to hitch.
“Do that again,” she breathes out.
I don’t need to be told twice. I pluck her left nipple and then her right. I'm already feeling so much, and we are both fully clothed. I knew that if I ever had this moment with Cammie, I'd lose myself in the pleasure, but I couldn't have imagined until now already knowing that I'm lost to her forever. There is no one else for me but this stunningly beautiful woman in front of me.
I lift the hem of her tank top and push it over her soft stomach and the laced mounds of her breasts. Cammie sits up slightly and reaches behind her to unhook her bra. I stare with bated breath for the reveal I've dreamt of, and it doesn't disappoint.
“You are so beautiful.”
Cammie chuckles. “And you are wearing too many clothes.”
I push off her and lean back on my haunches and pull my shirt over my head. Cammie watches me undress with a smile on her face and a lustful look in her eyes that I never dreamed I’d see pointed in my direction.
We both finish pulling off our clothes, and I settle back between her thighs. The warm contact of her naked body pressed against mine nearly has me coming like a teenage virgin. I flex my hips again, pressing my cock against her damp folds. I grip myself and run the tip of my cock up and down before pushing inside her. She's so tight, and I have to distract myself. I move slowly, feeling her muscles relax with each inch I thrust inside her.
I begin to pump my hips, letting our bodies' friction and the rhythm help to build the pleasure between us. I savor every whimper and moan that escapes her as I kiss and lick every bare inch of her body. The pleasure continues to build, pushing us both higher and higher to heights I’ve only read about in Cammie’s books. I know she’s close, I can feel her tense around me, but I have to hold out until Cammie is with me.
“I’m so close,” she breathes out.
I reach between us and run the pad of my thumb in circles over her sensitive clit, giving that last bit of pleasure to push her and then me over the edge.
She screams my name as I drive home deep inside her. I want to close my eyes but watching Cammie as I bring her to climax takes me to another level. Her eyes flutter closed, and her full lips make the shape of an “O” as she comes. I continue to thrust in and out, trying to prolong the feeling until we are both spent.
I lay down next to her on my side, watching her chest move up and down until her breathing starts to steady.
I rest my hand over her heart. And she places her hand over mine and looks over at me. Her eyelids look heavy, but she manages a smile before she drifts off to sleep.
I pull her close to me, not ready to let her go, and if it were up to me, I'd never let her go.
“I love you,” I whisper in her ear and drift off to the sound of the rain outside.
6
CAMMIE
Some sound outside wakes me up from the first peaceful night sleep I’ve had in a long time. The curtains on the windows were never closed last night, so daylight filters in. The clouds from the day before, having moved on, leave only bright blue sky in its wake. I settle back against Sam’s bare chest until I hear the sound of someone talking snaps me out of my sex-induced haze, and I realize that someone from Sam's crew is here.
“Sam,” I say, sitting up and pushing against his chest. “Wake up.”
He furrows his brow in irritation, but his eyes are still closed. So he’s not much of an early riser—good to know.
“Sam, someone is here, and they are going to see us.” I reach over him, trying to reach for my shorts. I try to pull at the blanket to cover up, but he's still lying on it, and it does little to hide anything.
“What?” Sam asks, stretching his arms over his head and groaning at his sore muscles. Sleeping on the hardwood floor was a stupid idea. I can already tell my hip is going to be in pain all day.
The voice sounds closer, and it seems like Sam puts two and two together all at once. We both scramble around each other and trying to grab for the clothing thrown around us.
Sam manages to get his jeans on, and I get the blanket wrapped around me when the owner of the voice knocks once on the door and opens it.
“Anyone home? Oh—” Brady, Sam’s second in command, stops in the doorway. His eyes are as wide as saucers when he takes in the barely dressed sight in front of him.
“Get out!” Sam yells at him.
That seems to be enough to snap Brady out of his deer in headlights look on his face. He apologizes quickly and closes the door. Sam turns to me, and I bury my face in his chest. I know that I will find the humor in this moment someday, but right now, I'm mortified.
Sam wraps his arms around me and holds me tight. "It's fine. He's not going to say anything."
“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to look Brady in the eyes after that.”
