Her fingers moved to the first button of her white button-down shirt, lingering for a moment before unfastening it with a soft pop. Cameron stared, mesmerized as the second, third, fourth, and fifth buttons followed suit, revealing that she hadn’t put on a bra after showering earlier. Finally the two halves of the shirt hung loosely open, and she rolled her shoulders—where the fuck had she learned that little trick?—and it fell to the ground in a whisper.
She stood there like a goddess in the dying light, wearing nothing but a pair of jeans and a sassy grin.
“I’ll have you,” she answered.
Then she turned her back to him and sauntered into the house as Cameron struggled to pick his chin up off the floor.
***
Margaret’s heart thundered as she walked through the kitchen and sitting room and up the stairs to her bedroom. Her nipples were taut and hard by the time she got there, both from the chilly evening air and the crazy amounts of arousal she’d felt watching his eyes darken from emerald to forest-green to black, and his lips part in surprise and excitement.
She listened for his feet on the stairs, but all was quiet for a moment as she sat down on the bed. She waited for him with an encroaching uncertainty: had she been too forward?
As she was just about to wrap her half-naked body with the bedsheets, she heard his chair skitter across her flagstone patio and crash to the ground. A second later, the kitchen door opened and slammed shut, and before she could register his ascending steps, there stood Cameron at the entrance to her bedroom, his eyes wild and focused mercilessly on her.
He paused only for a moment before closing the distance between them and falling to his knees on the floor in front of her.
“I’m going to give this everything I’ve got, Margaret. I promise you will never regret inviting me into your heart.” He reached up to clutch her head almost roughly, his eyes searching hers.
Before she could reassure him that she had no fears about the safety of her heart, he lunged forward and pulled her head forward so that his lips landed flush on hers and their teeth clashed together. He was demanding and hungry, the pressure of his palm on the back of her head making it impossible for her to move. Her only choice was total submission to his appetite . . . or matching him in frenzied enthusiasm.
She reached for his face, her nails curling instinctively into his flesh as she leaned forward, falling into him. Cameron fell back onto the floor and pulled her on top of his body, sliding his hands from her hair to her back. He caressed and kneaded her naked skin, groaning into her mouth as she pushed at the edge of his shirt, desperate to feel his bare chest pushing into hers. He reached back and pulled the shirt over his head, breaking their kiss only for a moment before pulling her lips back to his.
Margaret rubbed her breasts against his chest, and Cameron deepened their kiss, his tongue sweeping her mouth. She whimpered from the competing sensations and pulled away to look at his face.
Cameron’s eyes, which were almost predatory, dropped deliberately to her exposed breasts, then back up. Holding her eyes, he jackknifed his body into a sitting position, with Margaret straddling his lap, then dipped his head and sucked one pebbled nipple between his lips.
As one hand held her captive breast in place, his other arm slipped around her back, trapping her in place. She arched back against his arm, but his lips followed her movements, sucking strongly on her turgid flesh. Just as she thought she’d die from the intensity of the sensation, he switched hands and arms, taking her other nipple into his mouth and circling it with his tongue before alternating between hard and gentle sucking.
She threw her head back and moaned, the pressure building in her core so that she writhed on his lap. As her pelvis slammed into his, his lips went slack, and he groaned, the hum of his lips tantalizing against the painfully aroused skin of her breast.
So she did it again.
She arched her back and slammed her sex against his. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on the feeling of his erection, pressed intimately against the valley between her thighs and already throbbing for release.
“Mmnh,” grunted Cameron, his hand landing on her jaw, his thumb stroking her lips.
Margaret parted her lips, and his thumb slipped between them. She laved it with her tongue, teasing him gently before pursing her lips around it and sucking it into her mouth so hard that her cheeks caved in.
“Christ!” groaned Cameron, tightening his arm around her back and sliding her up into the very apex of his thighs, where his throbbing erection pushed insistently into her sex.
It was Margaret’s turn to moan, her lips dropping open as he thrust his hardness against her softness, dry-fucking her to wetness. She wrapped her arms around his neck and rubbed her breasts against his chest as he rolled his hips to press his erection intimately into her. Once, twice, three times, and her clit ached for more, the pressure built from his attention to her breasts and now with every upward thrust of his hips.
“Meggie,” he panted.
She opened her eyes.
“I want you naked,” he demanded. “In bed.”
She slid off his lap and stood up, her legs almost buckling as Cameron lurched to his knees and reached for the button and zipper of her jeans.
“Remember my fantasy?”