I dropped our bags ten feet inside the door and turned to Sarah with a huge grin on my face. “You hit the jackpot, baby. Either Broderick feels truly terrible or Shanna is a miracle worker.”
I spread my arms wide and Sarah launched herself into them, wrapping her legs around my waist while planting a full, open-mouthed kiss on my lips. I held her body tight and walked us over to the couch while she ran her tongue down my neck, nipping and suckling as she went. I sat down with a thud, her body straddling mine as she touched and explored me as best she could through all the layers of clothing I wore: down jacket, long-sleeve flannel, wool undershirt. Attempting – and failing – to run her hands against the bare skin of my abdomen and chest, she let out a quick, frustrated laugh and leaned back.
“Yeah, I don’t think this is going to happen like this,” I said, tugging at my jacket and pulling it down my arms.
“Damn clothes.” she muttered, but didn’t move to get off me. Delaying my de-robing, she stayed where she was and captured my mouth in another frenzied kiss.
As much as I looked forward to having her naked body pressed up against mine, I didn’t mind the kissing so much. It felt so good after so long to just be able to savor her the way I wanted to. I knew she felt it when my dick twitched in my jeans because she moaned into my mouth and pressed herself into me harder. Through the barrier of the many layers of clothes we wore, I could feel the heat of her against me. Reaching for the waistband of her leggings, I dipped my fingers just below the elastic. I groaned into her mouth when I felt her bare skin. Not wanting to wait another moment, I started to drag her pants down her hips, but she stopped me.
“Let’s just enjoy this for a second,” she croaked, rocking her body against mine, slow and steady, back and forth.
I gripped her hips and held her still. “You feel so fucking good,” I managed to say through a haze of desire so thick I could barely breathe. “I want to fuck you so damn bad.” I nudged my hips against her, pictured the length of me stroking against her soft, waiting pussy. I held her close, gentle but firm, and as she rocked against me, I pushed against her, harder than before. A few more strokes of my hips against her and she came apart in my arms. Capturing her her lips with mine, I swallowed her orgasm as she moaned out her completion.
I continued rocking beneath her, knowing I could bring her to orgasm again quickly if I nudged her in just the right place, with just the right pressure, but my plans were denied when she pulled away. Before I could beg her to stay where she was, to let me touch her, Sarah slid down the length of my body and dropped onto her knees in front of me. She dragged her nails up my thigh, teasing me as she circled the bulge in my pants, and then continued upward until she reached the button of my jeans. My zipper lowered, she tugged at the waistband of my boxer briefs, and the engorged head of my penis sprung free from the confines of the material. Lifting my hips, she maneuvered the fabric down my hips, just low enough to give her access to my throbbing cock. I held my breath as she leaned forward and dragged the width of her tongue up along the vein that ran the length of the underside of my cock and, reaching its head, she looked up at me, her eyes hot and greedy. “I want you to fuck my mouth.”
Oh Jesus Christ, she was going to kill me. I’d been imagining her lips wrapped around my dick since Vancouver and she knew it. Sarah eased her lips downward, taking every inch of me in. Sliding up and then back down, she sucked her cheeks in around my hard, thick flesh and a few moans escaped the back of her throat and hummed along my skin, adding to the feel of her hot, wicked mouth sheathing me tight. As her mouth and tongue snaked over me, she fondled my balls and then sucked them into her mouth as well. As she played with them, I tried to hold back because I didn’t want to come yet, didn’t want to end something that felt so fucking perfect, but what she was doing with her mouth and hands felt too damn good. When she took the length of me to the back of her throat, I pumped harder and and she hummed with satisfaction, her mouth locked around me. I thrust faster and harder into that wet, warm hole, own moans escaping in the process. She locked her lips around me and held me to her.
“Oh god … oh fuck … I’m going to come,” I cried out, weaving my hands through her hair while my cock jerked and twitched in her mouth. When she cupped my balls in her hands and rolled them between soft, firm fingers my orgasm broke free. Screaming her name, I came hard, shooting my hot, salty cum inside her mouth and down her throat. She swallowed everything I gave, confident in the power she held over me in that moment, knowing she reduced me to a writhing, panting, incoherent mess like no one else ever had.
I scooped her up from the floor and set her on my lap and, tasting myself on her lips, I claimed her beautiful, talented mouth with all the pent up longing I’d been holding back. I infused this kiss with all of the passion I had for her, wanting to remind her what it could always be like between us. I couldn’t get enough of her, wanted her body to yearn for me as much as I yearned for her.
Breaking our kiss, I shifted our position so that she took my spot on the couch and I knelt before her. Taking her foot in my hand, I began to undo the laces of her boots.
“What are you doing?”
“Shh …” I threw first the right and then the left boot behind me where they hit the ground with a thud. When it was my turn to run my hands up the length of her body, I tortured her with slow, steady strokes of my hands until I reached the warm, damp juncture of her thighs. I could smell her arousal through the cotton and it made my mouth water in anticipation of her honeyed juices on my tongue. Pulling her leggings down her strong, luscious legs, I tossed them over my shoulder where they joined her boots on the other side of the room. Finally, blessedly, she was bare to me.
“Fuck, I love it when you don’t wear underwear,” I lowered my face to nuzzle against the thatch of red curls between her legs. Sarah squirmed as I teased my way around her pussy and before long, she begged me to taste lick her clit.
“That feels …” When I sucked the folds of her sex into my mouth her thought fled. She shivered, she trembled, and when I glanced up the length of her body, our eyes met and she looked dazed. Holding her eyes with mine, I parted her and ran my finger down her slick, wet, heat.
“So fucking hot,” I whispered, working my finger over the length of her opening. “So soft and wet for me.” When I licked her with the full width of my tongue and slid my finger into her welcoming cunt, she moaned and writhed. Sucked in her breath as with one finger, then another I pumped in and out of her, each caress finding its way to that magic spot that made her eyes roll up in the back of her head. My tongue flicked her clit, fast and insistent, then slow and languidly, and her back arched and her hips bucked as I fucked her with my hands and mouth, and when she came, she screamed my name.
Even though she’d come, I wasn’t done yet. I hadn’t gotten my fill of her sweet, pussy juices all over my mouth. I wanted to be able still taste her on my tongue when I woke up in the morning. I continued to lick and lathe with just the right amount of pressure against her clit, only easing up when she writhed and told me she couldn’t take a second more. And when she relaxed and I started all over again. I wanted own her body; have her see me across a crowded room and grow wet. Every part of me was focused on every part of her, the pleasure I got as I pleasured her.
“Cameron,” she breathed out. “Please,” she begged. “Please, please, please,” her cries for release a whisper in the air.
I gave her what we both needed, fucked her with my lips and finger until I felt the fluttering of another orgasm flicker over my tongue. Before it hit, I lay back and pulled her down on top of me, trapped myself between her perfect, milky white thighs. Taking her hand, I placed it on my cock and helped guide me to her slick, juicy opening. She rose up and hovered over me, the tip of my shaft barely touching the wet heat of her pussy, teasing me with her lips as I had teased her with mine. My cock grew impossibly large and my balls constricted. I couldn’t wait another second to sink into her perfect heat; my home. Gra
bbing her hips, I thrust my cock up, driving into her over and over again. The held on to my shoulders as I gripped her hips and pushed into her welcoming warmth with my straining shaft. Within moments she came apart, her orgasm rocking through her as I joined her in oblivion. My own orgasm hit, unlike anything I had ever experienced before. I didn’t know where I ended and Sarah began, our bodies one infinite loop of pleasure that I would gladly die from, her pussy my only salvation. My body was sated, my energy depleted, but I still wanted her with a driving fierceness I could only explain as pure, unadulterated greed.
Sarah leaned down at the same time I sat up and our mouths came together in a fiery crash of desire, our tongues tangling and parrying. I pulled her tight against me while she rocked along my semi-hard cock, still buried inside of her. It was too much, the feel of her surrounded me, and in that moment I knew she was my whole reason for being. I told her with my body just how much I loved her, how much she meant to me, how I never wanted to be without her while she did the same.
When I woke up sometime later I was on the floor with a blanket draped over my naked body. Disoriented and not at all sure where I was, I sat up and looked around the room, lit only by a fire blazing in the hearth. Sarah was nowhere to be found but when I heard the sound of water running upstairs I knew where she’d disappeared to. I stretched my body and sighed contentedly as I recalled all the ways I’d taken her; the ways she’d taken me.
A couple of minutes later she came down the stairs, a large, fluffy towel wrapped around her damp, naked body. No man in his right mind could stop himself from ogling the sultry sex kitten that was my woman. Seeing me checking her out, she smiled suggestively and moved her hand to the knot holding the towel in place.
“You can walk around naked all you want, but I’m tapped out for a bit,” I admitted begrudgingly before the terry cloth could drop to the floor. “Although come to think of it, I haven’t had dinner yet”— I licked my lips— “and you look good enough to eat.”
She laughed a throaty, seductive sound and shook her head. "How about you take a shower and join me in the hot tub?”
The blanket fell from my body revealing my heavy cock, already semi-hard, belying my earlier statement. Maybe I was ready for another go after all. Her eyes widened in disbelief and she bit down on her lip as she devoured me from across the room. When I passed her on the stairs, she dragged her nails down my naked back and my cock twitched and came fully alive. Turning, I hefted her over my shoulder and she squealed as I carried her straight into the oversized marbled stall, turned on the sprays lining the wall, and worshipped her body until neither of us could stand.
During the drive into town the next morning to pick up breakfast, coffee, and other provisions, I couldn’t stop smiling. I was filled with an optimism that had been absent from my life too often lately and it felt terrific to be able to look at Cameron without fear of our relationship falling apart without being able to do anything to save it. I’d stop waiting for the other shoe to drop, for the world to pull the rug out from under my feet. These past few days together had reminded me just how much I wanted him – not just as my lover, but also as my closest friend and confidante. I could finally see the forest for the trees.
“Have I told you lately how much I’ve missed you? Missed this?”
Casting his eyes to me and then back to the road, Cameron reached across the cab and grasped my hand. Our palms pressed flesh to flesh, he squeezed. “I feel like I never see you anymore and it’s driving me crazy.”
“You’re kidding, right?” I asked, because he’d had plenty of opportunity to see me. He just hadn’t availed himself of it.
“I know what you’re thinking,” he said, scratching the stubble on his chin.
“Cameron …” I breathed his name as an elongated sigh, a note of warning in my tone. “You stayed away. Do you know how insulting it is for you to say now how much you missed me?” My voice was getting louder by the second but in the privacy of the car I didn’t care. “You could have saw me any fucking time you wanted to. You chose not to.”
Cameron gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white with tension. “I know, alright,” he bit out. “I fucked everything up. Is that what you want me to say? Fine, I’ve said it.” Angrily, his eyes flashed to me and back to the road. “Fuck this,” he murmured, pulling the SUV onto the side of the road. Killing the engine, he turned to face me, his back pressed against the door.
“You want to have a go at me?” Have at it.”
His eyes were hard and cold while mine glinted with angry heat. He fisted his hands at his side; I clenched mine in front of me. This was the conversation we’d been avoiding and now that it was here, I was primed to fight.
“You abandoned me from the word ‘go,’” I accused.
“You’re right, I did. Because you betrayed me.”
“I did not! Everything I did was for you. Do you think I enjoyed putting my own wants and desires aside so you could finally be successful?” He didn’t respond. “Well, do you?”
“Don’t pin that on me. You made that decision without even consulting me.” He laughed sardonically. “Such a martyr.”
“Me?! What about you? You got everything while I got nothing!”
“That’s bullshit and you know it. The only thing I ever wanted was you. When you pulled that rug out from under me after I’d just gotten a taste of what it could be like, do you know how that made me feel? What it made me think?”
“No, because you never told me. You just ran away. Again.” I sighed wearily. “Is that how it’s always going to be? Something happens that scares you and you’ll pull away? Because if that’s the case, I don’t know that I can handle it.”
“What are you saying?” His voice like ice.
“Nothing. I’m not saying anything.” I dropped my head against the window and swallowed the lump in my throat.
We stayed silent for several moments, lost in our own worlds. Cameron raised a good point. What was I saying? What did I want to say? As I weighed these questions, I admitted to myself that a major issue that still had the power to come between us were the unrealistic expectations I’d placed on our relationship. I’d wanted him for so long, had fantasized about what it would be like to call him mine, that when it finally happened I let fantasy overrule reality. Life could be messy. I knew that but I’d forgotten it as well, making everything harder than it needed to be.
I wasn’t proud of it, but as soon as I’d felt Cameron pulling away, I begrudged his success because I felt like I had sacrificed more than he did, that his success was because of what I’d given up. I hadn’t wanted to admit that he had sacrificed too because while I sat home alone while he was out with Jillian, I felt sorry for myself. And in my darkest moments, I wondered if it was all worth it. The reality was we’d both made the exact same sacrifice: each other. No wonder our relationship hadn’t blossomed but instead had withered until neither of us recognized the love we once shared.
And while Cameron had abandoned me, what was worse was I’d turned my back on myself. I was angry at myself for having let my anxiety cloud my judgment and overwhelm my sense of worth. That I had let myself feel diminished because people thought I wasn’t good enough made me feel embarrassed now. I didn’t need Cameron Scott to be complete; I was enough for me, I thought. I’d lost sight of those things. I’d lost sight of so, so much.
“Would you agree it’s fair to say we each feel abandoned by the other? And we can both admit we never want that to be the case again?”
“Of course,” he replied, as if I was ridiculous for even asking.
“And are we ready to forgive each other and move past this?”
When he didn’t immediately answer, a small kernel of worry sprouted in my belly. Biting my nail, I held my tongue as I waited for his reply. I couldn’t force him to want to be with me. I couldn’t make our relationship work if he wasn’t just as committed as I was.
Finally, he broke the silence but he didn’t say the
words I’d been expecting. “The worst part about all of this was not having you to talk to anymore,” he whispered, contemplatively. “Whenever I have a problem, you’re the first person I turn to to help me figure it out. When you’re the problem”— he caught himself and amended his word— “I mean, when my problem is about you, I don’t have anyone else. That’s why I run. Because I don’t know what else to do. My compass goes out of whack and I get lost.”
Lost. He was right; we’d both been lost.
His eyes became hooded and a small smirk played at his lips. “And pardon me for saying it, but god I missed touching you. Last night was …”
“I don’t think our sexual compatibility was ever in question. You can hate me and still want to fuck me; we’ve established you like my body just fine. What I need to know is, putting your sexual wants aside, can you forgive me and move past your anger?”
His eyes washed over my face and his jaw set. “Yes,” he bit out then asked, “You?”
“I don’t think I knew how irate I was until just now. Hurt, yes. Disappointment, certainly, but my anger just now was like a living, breathing thing that could consume me if I let it. I don’t want to be angry anymore. I want us to be in each other’s corners always, not at each other’s throats.” I swallowed. “I realized something else just now too.”
“What’s that?”
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