by Vera Roberts
I let out another breath. It seems like there’s no right answer to that. “Right here? Right now?”
“Why not? It’s just us, the pilots and steward.” He smiles that wonderful smile at me.
“They could hear us,” I thought about my words and quickly correct. “They can hear me.”
Cameron’s lips upturn into a sensuous smile. “I hope so.” He rolls on top of me and kisses me, tasting my mouth and playing with my tongue. My legs naturally open wide for him as if they’re giving him permission to do whatever he wants before I say it.
He kisses down my body, briefly lifting up my shirt to kiss my navel before he begins to unbuckle my jeans. He pulls them down my thick thighs and tosses them behind him. Cameron spreads my legs apart and kisses my inner thighs and rests his head on one as he just stares at my pink panties.
My breath is caught in my throat as I wonder what is he going to do next. It’s like I know what’s coming, but I also don’t know and the anticipation kills me. What is his licking game like? Does he take his time? Does he want to just get it over with? Or is he just a tease?
I quickly find out my answer when Cameron motions to pull down my panties and I lift up my hips to give him access. Now he sees all of me. I’m at my most vulnerable state and he knows it. He smiles at my pussy and licks his lips. “Beautiful.”
Did he just say I have a beautiful pussy?
He motions for me to turn over and I do so I’m laying on my stomach. “Bend over on your knees.” He orders and I comply. He gets underneath me so my pussy is directly above his lips and he wraps his arms around my waist. Cameron lowers me down.
And he licks me to glory.
My nails dig into the pillows as I try to muffle my screams. His tongue parts between my folds and sucks on my clit before he swipes his tongue up and down on it, zeroing in on the pleasure. Cameron’s tongue is long and pointy as he flicks back and forth on my clit.
He hit me with the head plus finger combo. One finger was inside my pussy, massaging it as his other hand wrapped around my ass so I couldn’t go anywhere. I came hard and he kept going as if he had something to prove to me.
“Oh fuck!” I scream as I ride his tongue. He licks me deeper and faster, wanting me to come all over his face, and daring me to stop him. My toes curl, my back stiffens, and the orgasm seizes my body.
I writhe and cry as I collapse on the bed as Cameron continues his assault on my swollen flesh. The orgasm is violent, convulsing my body until I’m out of breath. Cameron sucks on my clit again and I come again, screaming his name.
Cameron moved from underneath me and his weight left me. My body already missed him, but I didn’t have to wait for long. I looked over and saw Cameron get a condom out of the nightstand. He quickly removed his jeans and breath leaves me as I stare down at his cock.
He’s not a massive guy, but he’s thick, long, and beautiful. His body is completely streamlined, and he’s actually much more muscular than I thought he would’ve been. He’s perfect, really.
He sheaths his hardened cock and climbs on the bed. Lust is written all over his face. His brown eyes darkened and I could tell Cameron was doing everything to remain in control. “I’ll be gentle and I’ll go slow at first.” It’s a warning.
I quickly remove my shirt and bra and spread my legs. Something animalistic comes out of me and I feel my heart pounding against my chest. I want to feel all of Cameron, make him lose control as he did with me. I want to own his body and his soul.
He spread himself on top of me and opened my legs. I’m pinned underneath him, trapped. I don’t want to go anywhere. I want to see what this man can do. I want him to own this pussy like it was made for him.
Cameron softly kisses me before he rams into me, balls-deep to the hilt. I gasped. He was thick, big, and so fucking deep inside me. My pussy quivers along the length of his cock, relishing him as Cameron fills me.
“Damn it, Tay.” He leans down and touches my forehead with his. He takes a couple of swallows and thrusts deep inside me. Pleasure flowed through my body with each thrust as he groaned my name and claimed me as his.
We stole kisses from each other between moans. His hands and fingers were all over my body, grabbing my hips, pinching my nipples, and interlocked with my fingers. His eyes focused on me, encouraging me to come again and release everything to him.
Sweat coated our bodies as we rocked together. I felt another orgasm approaching as my pussy tightened around his cock, encouraging Cameron to fuck me deeper than before. My body tightened and I felt the coils of an orgasm approaching. I wanted to put it off but I didn’t know how much longer.
“Come, Taylor.” Cameron ordered. “I want you to come all over my dick.”
My back arched off the bed as I came with a loud cry and slammed back down. Cameron thrust harder inside me, slamming his hips against mine before he emptied into the condom.
Cameron collapsed on top of me and gently kissed me as our bodies wrapped around each other in an entangled mess. I don’t know how long we’ve laid like that. All I do know I didn’t want to let Cameron go ever.
“I only told you I didn’t know how to suck dick,” I whispered to him.
Cameron softly laughed and kissed me. “There’ll be a lesson for that later.”
Eight
We arrived in Harlem not too long ago and immediately checked into our hotel. Cameron wanted to take me out shopping before we met up with some of his friends tonight and here we are at the most bougie jewelry spots.
Yet, we’re in what used to be one of the blackest parts of New York – Harlem. Cameron walks down the street with pride and shows me different things. We don’t take the touristy travels; he knows Harlem inside and out.
He does the head nod to passers-by and it seems a few nod back in respect and familiarity. A few people call him by his name. He makes passing comments along the lines of ‘Say hello to your mother’ or ‘Tell Ms. Jones thank you for that apple pie last time I was here.’
But the conversations are short and sweet. It seems everyone knows Cameron is busy and respects his time. I don’t ask too many questions and just enjoy our day.
Cameron talks to me about anything and everything. We both started binge-watching Unsolved Mysteries but only during the daytime for me. Cameron even watches it during the day because he admits it still creeps him out.
We dive into our favorite topic – 80’s R&B music. We talk about the unsung heroes of that time and how it’s a hidden gem a lot of people don’t realize. What’s your favorite song no one knows about? I don’t have just one favorite. Pick one. Nite and Day. Classic.
We stop by a pizzeria and have some of the world-famous pizza by the slice before we head to our next destination, a surprise Cameron has for me. What’s the surprise, I ask him. Now if I told you, it wouldn’t be one. Can I have a hint? Nope.
This little mini-vacation has been chock-full of surprises already. From becoming a member of the Mile-High Club to jumping up and down on the softest Four Seasons bed I’ve ever felt, I have to say this is one of my favorite birthdays already.
As Cameron and I walk into a very high-flaunting jewelry store, I’m quickly reminded about his money and what he has. Three security guards are at different posts and several cameras follow our every move.
There’s a big difference between old money and new money.
New money is often loud and boastful. It shows up in the forms of new whips, new fits, and tons of bling. Old money, however, is quiet and often deep in the cut. It shows up in the form of property and owning the big boy toys – private jets, yachts, islands, and estates.
The sales associates look like they eat caviar for breakfast followed by filet mignon and lobster for lunch. The women are pulled back as far as their faces could go and the men are equally fans of Botox.
I’m completely underdressed in my jeans, T-shirt, and J’s while Cameron looks like he just came out of Prep School. We couldn’t have looked any more different from each other.
Cameron makes the polite smiles and hellos to the sales associates and I stay as close to him as possible. I don’t want to be alone walking around and next thing I know, a security guard is my new shadow.
“See anything you like, beautiful?”
I glance around at all of the blinding bling and chew my lips. This isn’t the five-dollar jewelry I rock from the mall or street vendors. This is someone’s life savings on a wrist. “Um…” How can I say I want all of it without sounding like a gold-digging bitch? “…I want to look around some if that’s okay?”
“That’s more than okay. I need to go in the back to handle some business but take a look around. They’ll take care of you.” He kisses my temple and quickly disappears in the back.
I watch Cameron leave and wonder if stopping by this particular jewelry store was intentional. Honestly, I’m wondering about the entire Harlem trip, but I need to play my cards right. I’m still not sure, but I don’t want to blow a good thing.
Before I can do any gawking, a sales associate immediately appears by my side. “Do you need any assistance, Ms. Gray?”
They already knew my name. This is more unnerving than I thought. We didn’t even introduce ourselves, but they already knew who we were. “Um, yes. I like to take a look at some pieces over there.”
The lady smiles at me with a sparkle in her eyes. “Sure, right this way.”
I spent the better part of the next hour playing dress-up with expensive pieces of jewelry as me and the associates made small talk. We talked about our favorite binge-worthy shows, how I liked New York so far, and what my plans were for when I finally graduated college.
Each piece of jewelry I try on is more beautiful and more expensive than the last one. It’s almost impossible to not want to take them all. Cameron suddenly reappeared and I felt his presence before I turned around. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my cheek, causing me to lowly moan in response. “You see anything you like, beautiful?”
Cameron smells clean, like fresh soap with a hint of musk. He’s also significantly calmer than he was earlier. Whatever happened in the impromptu meeting made him more at ease. “Everything?” I chuckled.
He laughs in my ear and desire courses through my body. “What were your favorites?”
“Um, the expensive ones, of course!” Why is that everything I like is always the most expensive?
“Show me.” He dares me. I turn to face him with wide eyes and a gaped mouth, only for Cameron to double-down. “Show me.”
I walk him over to the bracelets and point to a diamond tennis cutie. It’s a pink sapphire and diamond bracelet. It’s also the cost of a brand-new souped-up Benz. “That’s beautiful,” Cameron purrs as the associate takes it out of the glass. Cameron picks it up and puts on my wrist before he kisses it. “It’s perfect for you.” He turns to the associate. “We’ll take it.”
~~~~~
“Why did you choose that particular jewelry store?” I ask over dinner at Per Se.
Cameron swirls his wine glass as he watches the liquid slosh around. After our jewelry adventure, we went out to dinner at one of the most famous and exclusive restaurants in New York. We’ve dressed accordingly; Cameron is wearing a suit with an open collar. I’m wearing a bodycon dress with high heels.
We’re in a private room and it’s just the two of us. We have a private server that tends to us every ten minutes or so as we eat under dimmed light. It’s cozy and romantic. There’s no interruption of clinking glasses, chattering from other patrons, or rushed servers.
I can solely focus my attention on Cameron and study his reaction as I politely grill him about today’s events. After the jewelry store, we stopped by Sweet Nectar boutique where he laced me in tonight’s outfit, plus a few more for the weekend. I even got to meet the owner and creator, Soul Ellison.
Cameron takes a bite of his dinner and slowly chews it before he has a sip of wine. He meets eyes with me and I see small question marks appear within them as if he’s wondering how much he should reveal.
“I liked the jewelry and I was familiar with the store.” His voice is strangely calm and articulate as if he were giving a lecture. “Do you not like your bracelet?”
“No, I love it.” I quickly touch the jewelry I’m wearing. “It’s just…you were gone for a while in the back as I looked around the store.”
“I had some business I needed to take care of.” His voice is still calm and understated.
“The business from the plane?” I ask and Cameron blinks at me. I don’t know if I touched a nerve but he doesn’t seem in a rush to answer me.
“I don’t ever want you to worry about what I do when we’re together.” Every word comes out like a sentence. “I never want you to get tied up in whatever I’m doing.”
“But what is it that you’re doing?” It’s secretive, almost sneaky. Cameron wants me to know just enough but not a lot. I don’t know if it’s underhanded, but I wouldn’t be surprised.
His father is a well-known senator and who knows how many favors and polite threats he has made Cameron do on his behalf. Was that the game Cameron was playing? What about those dudes from mini-golf?
“I own a lot of businesses, Tay.” He re-emphasizes what he told me the first night we met. “And some of them are all over the country. Some are out of the country. I have a lot of employees that I feed and house. It can be stressful.”
He still didn’t answer my question and I’ve learned to find out this is how he wants to keep his business private and separate from us. Cameron also very politely told me in not-so-many words to mind my fucking business.
Clearly, he’s doing well because my bracelet was five figures and Cameron paid that without blinking. I’m not a poor college student, nor am I starved to have a baller like Hayley.
I can’t shake the uneasiness about everything but I also can’t worry about it now. I have to grill Hayley when I get back. I know Que must’ve told her something. “Okay.” I drop the subject. “Let’s talk about something else.”
“Are you mad at me?” Cameron asks. His voice softened and there’s a genuine concern. “I apologize if I came off short.”
“No.” Mad? Not really. Very fucking uncomfortable is more honest. “I just wanted to know and you answered.” I smile as I sip my soda. “You’re being kind of a dick right now and I’m not sure how I contributed to it.” I wish I was old enough to drink because a sista could really use something right now.
Cameron wipes his mouth and gets up from the table. He walks over to the window that’s practically a wall. “Beautiful, come here.”
I really don’t want to get up and I’m not entirely sure I want to near the man right now. I wipe my mouth and follow Cameron’s lead. I stand next to him and he quickly stands behind me and wraps his arms around me. The tension between us is gone and I feel safe and warm.
His muscular arms comfort me as I inhale his earthy cologne. He feels like heaven and everything I ever wanted. I’m pressed into his delectable body and feel the outline of his cock against my ass. “One day, beautiful,” he nibbles on my earlobe, “we’re going to own the world.”
I barely know Cameron. I just found out he likes coffee just a week ago. “You’re confident I’m the one.”
“Why wouldn’t I be? You’re everything.” His deep voice purrs in my ear and my body promptly responds. “I want to share my world with you. I need you to trust me first. Trust that I’ll always take care of you. Trust that I don’t want you involved with my businesses. Trust it’s just me and you baby, forever.”
I slowly nod my head. Is Cameron full of it? I don’t know. Only time will tell. For now, I have to trust him and just stay out of his way when it comes to dealing with his numerous businesses.
And
just hope for the best.
New York really was a city that never slept. I could still hear the faint sounds of angry horns and angrier drivers from our penthouse suite. The cacophony of citizens frantically hailing cabs, traipsing across the street without a care, and some working off having a few too many as friends carried them.
The flow of traffic didn’t stop even at eleven at night. It seemed to just get started as I saw various yellow cabs and private vehicles ease in and out of traffic like breathing. It was a whirlwind to witness, coming from a girl who never traveled past Atlanta. Now I was experiencing a whole new world.
After dinner, we went straight back to the hotel suite. Cameron went into another room to handle some more business while I took off my heels and turned on the radio. It was late at night but yet, the night felt young.
“Yearning for Your Love” blared through the Bose speakers and it put me in a sensual mood. Hearing Uncle Charlie’s voice sends me back to a carefree time – cookouts with my family, my Daddy, and uncles playing spades and dominoes for the umpteenth time because somebody cheated. The aunties in the kitchen gossiping about who did what and with whom. Me and my cousins watching whatever movie in somebody’s spare bedroom.
My body swayed from side to side as I released the tension of the day. I still felt uneasy with Cameron’s secrecy on what was going on but I couldn’t worry about that. We only had a couple more days in New York and then it was back to studying at Clark Atlanta.
I have to admit, this was an awesome birthday surprise. One of the best I’ve ever had. I didn’t have to worry about anything for the entire day and I loved it. I wish I can have many more birthdays like this with Cameron.
The station switched to “Sign Your Name” and my body instantly responds. My eyes close as I feel the rhythm wash over me, dancing in the soft moonlight, and without a care in the world.
Everything will be okay. Cameron says it will be and I have to believe him, even if I’m still not sure.
I turn around and see Cameron watching me from the distance. He’s off his phone and he’s leaning against the wall with his arms folded. I beckon him to join me and he removes his shirt to reveal a white tank top underneath. He leaves his slacks on and I’m kinda wishing he didn’t.
