Finally Found

Every time that Cammie checked the phone on the nightstand she was disappointed with how slowly the night was passing. She hadn’t heard a sound from the master bedroom in a long time. The television was off. There was no rustling of the sheets. There was no creaking of the floor. It was pure silence.

Finally, she gave in and stepped into the hall. She tiptoed to the next door at the end of the hall. Glancing about, although she had no idea why, she checked the knob. It turned easily in her hand. She eased the door open, not sure where the bed was in relation to the door. She never did get that tour. When she leaned into the room, she found Adam lying there under the blankets. He wasn’t wearing anything on the top half. That much she could tell from the blanket pulled up to the middle of his bare chest. He had one arm folded behind his head. His other arm was on top of the covers. Her eyes followed the length of his strong bicep until she found his hand, wrapped around his semi. She knew it was just a semi because it had been significantly larger the other day.

Was it warm in here? She all but had to fan herself. Why in the hell was she so aroused by this man? He was so…frustrating and not even close to worthy. She studied his face, and realized how completely different he looked when he was asleep. He was relaxed, not that he had ever looked tense before he spent an extended period of time with her, but he was so calm. She wanted to run her hand over his brow, plant a kiss on that forehead. He was sleeping soundly. What would it hurt?

Slowly, she leaned over him, inhaled his scent. This was a man, a pampered man. He smelled like something out of a dream. Her eyes closed as she brought her lips to his forehead. He didn’t move, didn’t flinch. Emboldened, she brought one hand up to stroke his cheek with the back of her fingers. His breathing changed slightly, his head turned toward her hand. She started to pull away, was completely ready to flee to the safety of her room before he discovered her standing over him like some love struck groupie. As she drew back, she saw his lips.

They hadn’t kissed…not really. He had planted that kiss on her nose, and that brief one on her lips when she was dangling from the tree. It had taken all of her willpower not to go limp and fall from the limb at that point. She wanted to feel his lips when it was safe…like now, when he would never know, never be able to use these feelings against her. So she gave in to impulse. She brushed his lips with hers. Pausing, she hovered over his mouth until she was sure that he was still asleep. Then she leaned in one final time.



He had felt her as soon as she entered the room. He was so acutely aware of her presence although he had no idea why. It was all he could do to continue to feign sleep. The hand behind his head was fisted. He clenched and unclenched it as he tried to stay as overtly still as possible. When she kissed his forehead, his eyes flew open, but because hers were closed, she didn’t know. Then her lips on his nearly undid him. What had once only been a semi erection was now a full-blown hard on. He pushed on it with his hand. Finally she brought her lips to his once more and he could no longer contain himself. Without thinking, his arms captured her, and he rolled, dragging her onto the bed and immediately covering her body with his.

Staring at her face in the faint moonlight, he wondered what he saw there. Her perfect small full pink lips parted ever so slightly as her tongue darted out to wet them. It was one of the most inadvertently erotic moves he had ever seen. His stomach clenched. He had to taste her, all of her. He had to know every piece of her and make sure every piece of her knew him, too.

Without speaking, he bent and kissed her lips. He parted them, urging them to open further to accommodate his tongue. Her head fell back as her torso arched more. His hand was caught in her hair as he pulled her head towards him once more. He kissed her softly, sensually, from her temple down to her jaw line. He paused to nibble on her lobe and whisper in a husky voice, “Damn, I want you.”

Cammie was completely boneless, his living doll. He could move her at will; direct her as he desired. Oh, and he definitely desired. Within minutes he had unbuttoned the long sleeved pink thermal sleep shirt she wore. The last button ended at her navel, but that is where his attention began. He kissed and licked around her belly button, admiring her flat abs. He slid his hands inside the long opening while he kneeled between her bent spread legs. Gripping her sides, he slid his hands up steadily higher until he reached her shoulders and he slid the sleep shirt off, opening her completely to his gaze, allowing him the opportunity to study her in a way he had been too shocked, too excited, too nervous to do the last time.

Perfection. Cammie was absolute perfection. If he had to choose from Playboy centerfolds and Maxim models, between her and any other woman on the planet…it would be her. Every time, she would rise to the top. Her back arched again, the chill in the air…or maybe dare he hope…her excitement had her nipples hard and at attention. Tired of staring longingly, he was ready to partake.

Sitting back on his knees, his hands found her waist and her cotton bikini thong panties. Though he intended to simply slide them down her waist, in his excitement one side ripped, and in the excitement of the moment he intentionally tore the other. He expected her to yell or object or voice her displeasure.

Instead when she spoke, she was all but writhing on his lap, rubbing her buttocks against his erection while murmuring, “Off. Yes, off…” There was a desperate edge to her voice. Thinking he’d see just how desperate she was, he slid a hand down her inner thigh, until he reached his destination. Pressing his palm against her, he was surprised to feel her grind against his palm. So, he slid his thumb into her slick opening. He could feel her clenching against him and he inhaled sharply.

Though he would have liked to take off his own boxer briefs looking all suave and collected, he was fumbling and yanking, dragging them down his thighs, making a mental note to never wear anything to bed again whenever Cammie was around. He really needed to get his other hand back, but she was rubbing against it and sliding up and down his thumb. He knew that while she might forgive the destroyed underwear, she would most certainly complain if he left her in this state while he removed his. There was really only one thing to do.

He leaned over and buried his head between her thighs. Inhaling the scent of her, he was soon licking at her folds, sucking on her * and tugging ever so gently. She was writhing in ecstasy, agony, and ultimately orgasm. He just knew it. He already recognized her tells, the way her breathing changed, the way she went limp. If he played his cards right, she would stay. She’d have to stay. He’d make sure she couldn’t move.

So, Adam moved slowly up her body, brushing his hard torso along hers until he could bury his face in her neck and enter her while gripping her waist. She inhaled and spread her thighs wide, clearly happy to share her body once more. “Ah, you do trust me,” he murmured against her ear.

“No,” she cried as she shook her head emphatically. “Impossible.”

Driving deeply into her he realized her hips were rushing up to meet his every thrust. “That feels remarkably like trust to me.” His hand found her breast and he brushed back and forth over her nipple with his flat palm.

Again, she shook her head.

He pushed harder and harder into her. Their movements grew wilder, more passionate. He stared at her beautiful face, her lips, parted as she whimpered in pleasure, her eyes closed tightly. It was as though being with him truly pained her even though she responded to every bit of his attentions. Her legs were wrapped around his waist as he gripped her shoulders and pulled her hard against him one final time as he erupted deep within her.

They were close to the edge of the bed. He slid out of her but held her close against him. His feet dropped to the floor. As he stood, her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, and he hung her upside down. Cammie was still limp. Her eyes were barely open. A smile played at the sides of her lips. Still, she said nothing.

“This is trust, doll. You know I won’t drop you. You aren’t even trying to squirm out of my arms. You let me come inside you. Even if you are on the pill, you trust that I wouldn’t pass along some disease. Admit it, you trust me.” He stared down at her. Her hair was brushing the floor. Her legs were wrapped around his waist. “If you don’t trust me, then we never should have done that to begin with,” he said assertively, gesturing to the messy bed.

For some reason, her trust, her faith in him mattered more than anything at that moment. He watched as her hands touched the floor. She released her legs from his waist and straightened them until she had kicked over and completed her back walkover. She stood before him, naked, her hair spilling around her shoulders looking gloriously disheveled from their lovemaking, a healthy pink glow on her cheeks.

As lovely as she looked at that moment, the effect was completely spoiled by the scowl on her face. “You are such a dick,” she said. “Why do you always have to ruin everything?” Without trying to collect her clothing, she walked with her shoulders back and head held high, naked out the door.