Page 23 of Wifey
A good start? My eyes widen seeing how big the closet is and how many clothes are already in it. Every item of clothing is assorted by color, and then by type. The shirts are in one section, the dresses are in another. The bottoms are arranged by slacks, skirts, jeans, and shorts.
The shoes surround the closet and are arranged by type and color. Everything is by luxury designer brands – Gucci, Prada, Golden Goose, and Alexander McQueen, just to name a few. Some I recognize, many I never heard before.
The price tags are still on the clothes tells me it wasn’t to show off, but to return in case I never wore it or simply didn’t like it. “How long ago did you buy this?”
“Not too long ago,” he replies, “but everything wasn’t here a year ago, either.”
I thought back to our sexually-tinged convo just a week prior. “Within the past week?”
Cameron’s lips curved into a sensual smile. “Yes.” He takes out a key and opens several drawers, where there is a rainbow of jewels awaiting me. “Whatever you don’t like, we’ll take it back.” He gives a wink.
My eyes widen even more. Every jewel in every color awaits me. If I want a tennis bracelet, I can choose between diamonds, sapphires, and rubies. If I want a diamond ring, it can be cushion-cut, emerald, or round.
The diamond earrings come in different sizes and shapes. Necklaces range from extravagant to minimalistic. Nothing is ever gaudy or tacky. Cameron wants to make a statement but not broadcast it.
“I can’t wear all this jewelry right now and definitely not at the shop,” I mention to Cameron.
“Wear it when you want to.” He closes the distance between us and I feel his magnetic energy. My breath hitches as he approaches me, cupping my neck and pulling me closer to him.
He swipes his lips over mine and I welcome the kiss. His tongue licks the inside of my mouth as I moan into his. I miss him. I missthis. I miss his touch. I miss his dominance and aggression when he wanted to just fuck me.
Cameron unzips my jeans before he lifts my shirt over my head. He immediately dives into my neck as I manage to shimmy out of my jeans. I feel my cunt thumping in my panties, eager for him to come to taste her again.
“Do we need to shower first?” I ask and Cameron chuckles.
“No.” He picks me up and carries me to bed. He lays me down and hovers over me as I spread my legs to welcome him. Damn. I miss his body on top of mine. I miss feeling him between my thighs.
My hands rake up and down his back as Cameron just stares at me. It feels like he’s reading my thoughts as he stares so deep in my soul. His eyes have a sparkle within them and all the stress of earlier seemingly dissipated.
“You are so beautiful.” His voice comes hoarsely.
“So are you,” I whisper back.
Cameron slides down and kneels on the bed, with my legs still spread for him. His hands trail over my thick thighs, the little bit of tummy I have, and finally down to my panties. They’re not fancy, expensive panties, but just some from Wal-Mart.
I’m a tad embarrassed by the shape of them. They’re slightly torn with holes. I didn’t wake up this morning thinking I was going to go home with Cameron and be in this position otherwise I would’ve worn lingerie.
Cameron doesn’t care. He slid his hand down over the cotton fabric and pulled it down my thighs. He trailed an index finger along the damp flesh of my cunt, and smiled when I quivered to his touch.
He slid his finger into me and I sighed, then moaned. He knew how to finger me without forcing it. He never treated his finger like a substitute dick or jammed it like he was trying to stuff a turkey.
Cameron’s fingers were always used as instruments of pleasure, seeing what I liked and what I didn’t. He knew how to keep me coming all night and he could barely touch me. He never made me uncomfortable and always made sure I came first.
I kept still as Cameron played with my pussy, dragging his fingers in and out and circling my clit. My breaths came in sporadic puffs as I remained rigid. I felt one of his hands reach up and caress my body, starting with my breasts and dragging his fingers down to my navel, and holding my thigh steady. I knew better than to interrupt Cameron and this moment.
He continued to play with me but never trying to make me come. He wanted to enjoy the moment just as much as I did. The slicker my pussy became, the more Cameron played with me.
My hands fisted the sheets as I felt the coils of an orgasm approach. My thighs began to uncontrollably shake and the moans flew out of my mouth. Cameron held my leg apart as he continued to massage my pussy, never saying a word.
The orgasm overtook my body and I trembled against the bed, softly moaning his name. I felt his smile and air of confidence and swagger that only came out when he got when he wanted.
He owned me, controlled me, and manipulated my body to his liking. I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted more. I needed it. I craved it. I wanted Cameron to possess me and do whatever he wanted. I wanted to relinquish all control to him.
I didn’t have to wait much longer. Cameron buried himself deep inside my tight, pulsating heat and held me close.
“Cameron…”I cried.
“Taylor…”He moaned.
