Page 24 of Finesse
Cameron’s slacks quickly came down and he slid his hard cock inside my aching, wet pussy. I gasped, he moaned. We moved in unison on the table as I held onto his neck. Unlike the plane sex, this time was hurried. Cameron was so deep inside my pussy, I felt like I couldn’t breathe. Yet, it still wasn’t enough.
I fell apart in front of him, losing control when I felt his thumb circle my swollen clit. He pounded me hard and deep as I felt his balls slap against my ass. “Cameron…”
“Come all over my dick, baby girl.” He growled, pounding into me deeper and deeper.
I moaned and came harder than I ever had, my pussy quivering all over Cameron’s thick cock as he relentlessly pounded into me. I finally opened my eyes and watched Cameron fuck me.
His face morphed as he lost control. His lips were pursed and his face was full of agony; he wanted it to last but he wanted to come. He was barely holding on by a string and it was killing him.
“Taylor…” He violently came and his hips wildly hit against mine as he emptied his seed in me. He pressed his forehead against mine and breathed into me, coming back down to Earth.
We were raw, bare, and stripped. We stayed that for a long time before Cameron pulled out. He cleaned himself and me up before he carried me to our bedroom, where we made love again.
And I finally became an expert on giving head.
Nine
“Tell me about your past relationships.”
It wasn’t what I liked to call small, sexy talk between trysts. As we laid tangled and sweaty in the darkness, Cameron surprised me with playing 20 Questions.
I’ve grown accustomed to this is how Cameron likes to get to know me. He likes to get personal and intimate in different ways other than the physical. It goes beyondWhat’s your favorite color?Or the ever-dreadfulWhat famous person would you like to have dinner with and why?
He’ll tell me random things about why he thinks Luther Vandross’s songs have staying power long after his death or why he could never get intoFriendsdespite it was made for people who look like him or why he still eats hot dogs knowing what they’re made of.
Now he’s asking about my past.
In all of our conversations, we never talked about our past relationships. He never brought it up and neither did I. It wasn’t that I wasn’t curious but it wasn’t something that was…important, I guess? I mean, the past is in the past. Except now.
It’s very much in my present.
I’m laying next to Cameron, facing him. The city lights of New York twinkle outside and I feel Cameron’s calm heartbeat. He’s content and it shows. He wants us to be more open with each other.
“I had a boyfriend back in high school. I guess he was my boyfriend. I guess we were friends with benefits and he took advantage of that. I lost my virginity to him but I can’t say he taught me anything about sex.” He told me I was horrible at giving head so I stopped trying. He never liked eating me out so he didn’t do it.
I’m pretty sure I wasn’t wet enough a few times we had sex and it was over before I could fully enjoy it. I think one time I must’ve patted his head like when a person does when they give their dog a treat.Good boy.
“I’ve been more or less the Kissing Bandit.” I reveal. “Kissed a lot of guys but haven’t hooked up with anyone else. I’ve been on a lot of dates with weird guys.”
“What was the weirdest date you’ve been on?” I giggle and Cameron presses the issue. “Come on…tell me about it.”
“This guy took me to the Rainforest Café. He tells me ahead of time he was going to order a dish they don’t make anymore; it’s not on the menu. But he says if he asks the waitress to do it, she would oblige like they do at the other cafes.” I roll my eyes thinking about the memory. I don’t know why he couldn’t just order something different like a normal person, but hey, what do I know? “So, the server comes by to take our orders and sure enough, Genius Man orders the thing they don’t make anymore. The waitress politely tells him they don’t make it, and he makes a big fuss over it for about five minutes.” Cameron laughs at the ridiculousness of it. “The waitress goes back to talks to whoever, I guess the manager, and comes back to tell the guy they’ll make the dish, and he smirks as if saying,told you so.” I huff out a frustrated noise. “I never saw him again. Big ol’ glass of wack juice.”
“Wack juice?” Cameron laughs even more.
“A big ol’ glass of it!” I counter. “What about you? What was your worst date?”
“Prom, senior year.” Cameron shakes his head. “Was going out with this girl for a few months. We did everything but the deed. We finally decided to be like those other clichéd stereotype couples and have sex on prom night. Except she went and got shitfaced drunk with her girls.”
“Oh no!” I gasped.
“Yeah. I spent most of the night outside of the women’s restroom, checking to see if she’s okay.” Cameron scoffs. “Finally, after ruining my prom and I’m taking her home, she asks if she could give me a blow job as if that was going to make up for the entire night?”
“I’m surprised you didn’t take up on her offer?” I question and Cameron shrugs.
“It didn’t feel right and honestly, if I’m going to keep it one hundred, I didn’t want my dick smelling like vomit.” He laughs.
I crack up at his words. Cameron can be so brutally honest yet keep it so calm and collected. I’m sure he gets tired of being prim and proper with every opportunity being a photo-op.
