Authors: Unknown
Breath quickening, he waited, letting her do what she wanted. Slowly, she pulled the shirt tails free of the waistband of his trousers, then slid it from his shoulders and down his arms. She heard his breath catch as she ran her fingers over him, learning his feel, his shape. He was more than impressive, his skin warm and supple to the touch, his forearms and torso roughened with a light covering of dark hairs, more silken than she had expected. Under the bronzed skin she could feel the play of hard, well-toned muscle, and she was aware of the strength in the contours of his body. She leaned forward and set her mouth to his chest, feeling the thud of his heart, the tremor that ran through him at her touch, hearing his groan as her lips and teeth pulled gently on one responsive nipple before she traced it with her tongue. His scent was intoxicating, a heady mix of some subtle woodsy aroma she couldn't identify and his own unique maleness.
Daringly, her hands moved to begin unfastening his belt, her fingers fumbling over the task, moving on to snap open the button at the waistband of his trousers and then ease down the zip. She swallowed, her gaze clashing with his as she hesitated, seeing the heated desire in his eyes as he toed off his shoes. Tension radiated from him, but still he waited for her to make the running. Her pulse racing, and before she lost her nerve, she slid his trousers and briefs down the length of firmly muscled legs, revealing the fullness of his arousal. Facing him, she stood, trembling, hearing the raggedness of his breathing, and feeling the shiver run through him as she ran her hand down his chest and abdomen to his navel.
'You're beautiful.' Her voice was husky with a combination of desire and shyness, her hands becoming bolder as she explored lower, her fingers wrapping round him, testing him.
'Enough,' he decreed roughly.
One hand fisted in her hair, tilting her head up. His mouth met hers, as exotic and needy as before, his kiss as deeply consuming and arousing, restoking the urgency that had engulfed them the first time they'd kissed. With a whimper of desire she leaned into him, her hands playing over the exquisite planes of his back, while his own hands worked on the zip of her dress. She heard it rasp, felt him easing the fabric away, drawing her panties with it, and she stepped out of them, impatiently kicking the tangled garments away, along with her shoes. His eyes were dark with passion and appreciation as he looked at her.
Ginger quivered at his hunger, her legs shaking as he smiled, a slow, intimate smile, his fingers tracing her curves before deftly unfastening the clasp of her bra. 'Lavender lace,' he whispered hoarsely, tossing it aside, feasting his gaze on her nakedness.
An involuntary cry was drawn from her as he touched her properly for the first time, caressing, teasing, before filling his hands with the fullness of her breasts, shaping them firmly, seductively. Her nipples, already taut with longing and more sensitive than she could ever remember them, urgently pressed into his palms. Need speared through her. He bent his head, closing his mouth on one taut peak, suckling strongly. Ginger gasped at the delicious intensity of sensation. She clutched at him, her legs giving way on her, and she sat haphazardly on the bed, taking him down with her.
Skin on skin. Cameron growled at the pleasure of having Ginger naked against him. He rolled them over on the bed until he was beneath her, his hands whispering down her back to the swell of her rear, loving the feel of her, the warm silken texture and soft, feminine curves of her luscious body. The anticipation of what was to come was a heady delight.
'Your choice.' He saw her face flush at his words. 'Whatever you want, Ginger.'
She looked down at him, turquoise eyes hot and hungry yet endearingly shy, her fingers skimming across his chest. Her tongue tip moistened trembling, parted lips. 'May I?'
Cameron nodded, not at all sure he could stand it, his breath catching as she began a slow and thorough journey with her hands and her mouth, starting at his neck and throat, then working downwards with excruciating slowness, lingering over his nipples, his abdomen, his navel. His pulse raced and his lungs felt as if they would burst. The satin strands of her hair trailing over his skin drove him mad, but not as mad as the touch of her fingers, the glide of her tongue, the edge of her teeth. He tensed as she moved down his belly and below, exploring his thighs before zeroing in on the part of him that most craved her attention. Damn, he was going to embarrass himself in a few feeble minutes!
'Ginger...'
Dear heaven, what was she doing? Every particle of his body throbbed. His heart was pounding dangerously fast and he could hardly breathe. Her sensual administrations held him captive, keeping him on the edge, teasing him, driving him crazy, before she finally led him to the most shuddering, amazing release of his life.
'You are the most wickedly exciting and exquisite woman I've ever met,' he told her when he could finally manage to speak, pulling her up and into his arms.
He brushed some damp strands of hair back from her face, his fingers sliding round to her nape and drawing her face down to his, welcoming her kiss, the sweetness of her mouth, the feel of her silken skin against his, breathing in her fruity scent. He turned her onto her back, smiling as he looked down at her.
'My turn, I think.'
Ginger looked up at Cameron, seeing the dark outer ring around the steel-grey irises of his eyes, his pupils dilated, and she was excited by the fevered intent in their depths. What she had just done, exploring his divine body, being responsible for his pleasure, had given her a feeling of sensual power. She felt almost humbled by the trust he had shown, giving her free rein to do with him as she willed. Instinctively she trusted him, too. She couldn't say why. But what was happening between them felt right, natural, as if it was meant to be.
A shiver of nervous anticipation spread through her as Cameron began his own thorough, sensual exploration of every inch of her body, assessing her reaction to each caress, learning what she liked, what made her gasp and moan and arch to the touch of his mouth and his hands. He devoted what felt like hours to loving her breasts, until she was breathless and overwhelmed, her whole body trembling with incredible sensation, and she was unable to bear any more, hovering on the brink of release.
When she thought she would tip over, he moved on, sliding down to her navel, biting and sucking on her skin, his tongue exploring, hot and moist. Her fingers clutched at his hair as she arched off the bed, protesting as he left her desperate for more. Instead, he turned his attention to her legs, starting at her feet and working upwards, a slow and sensual torture. Then he was trailing his fingers up her thighs, gliding between them, and her eyes closed as he stroked her with heart-stopping skill. Her breasts ached, her belly ached, her thighs ached. She wanted him so much, wished she could know him fully.
She moaned when she felt his mouth on the most intimate part of her. His breath was a warm caress, his lips, teeth and tongue relentless as he took her on a new, sensual journey. Again, he denied her the release she craved, keeping her on the brink, her whole being heightened with incredible sensation. Unable to help herself, she writhed beneath him, pressing herself closer, begging for more. Then her body pulsated as he did something impossible with the thumb and fingers of one hand.
'Oh, my God!' She gasped in shocked excitement as he did it again. 'Cam...!'
'Do you like that?' His husky whisper in her ear made her whimper.
She tossed helplessly on the bed, her fists clenching on the sheet beneath her. 'Oh...Cam, please.' Her breaths escaped in ragged gasps as he continued to torment her.
'Does it feel good?'
His free hand began a slow massage low on her belly where the ache was becoming unbearable. She couldn't stand it. No one had ever done anything like this to her before. He took her to the edge and held her there, driving her insane with wanting. Were those her cries? She felt wild, out of control. He had to stop. She couldn't... The intensity of sensation was shocking, the whole core of her being was on fire.
'I can't... Cam! Please.. .don't. Stop... Please... Oh!'
'Please stop? Or please don't stop?' he tormented, deepening the terrible, wonderful action of his thumb and fingers.
Her whole body shuddered. Her thighs were taut, burning, trembling. She couldn't breathe, couldn't think. She was going to explode. Sobbing, she moved to the rhythm of his hands as he finally took her over the edge to the most powerful, amazing and scary climax of her life. Crying his name, spasm after spasm shook her, spiralling her away to unimaginable pleasure.
For a moment she thought she was going to pass out, then she was aware of Cameron soothing her shaking, sated body as he kissed his way back up her belly and the valley between her breasts, rolling her over, taking her with him, cradling her in his arms.
'Ginger, are you OK?'
'I'm not sure.' Still struggling to breathe, her voice sounded hoarse and croaky. An embarrassed giggle escaped and she buried her face in his neck. 'What the hell did you do to me?'
'I don't know.'
She forced her eyes open and stared at him. 'You don't know?'
'I've never done that before. It seemed like a good idea at the time,' he admitted with a chuckle.
'Bloody hell!'
'You were beautiful. Are beautiful,' Cameron praised huskily. 'Amazing.'
Ginger had been unbelievably responsive.
Watching what had happened to her, feeling the reactions of her body, the wildness of her climax, had been stunning, shocking, awesome. He'd never experienced anything like it. Had never met anyone like Ginger.
'I don't think I'll ever move again,' she murmured sleepily.
Laughing, feeling an uncharacteristic warm glow of lightness deep inside, Cameron held her close for a long time, savouring her taste and scent, marvelling at her trust in him, at the magical experience they had shared. When Ginger stirred, he forced himself to release her and went to run a bath, encouraging her out of bed, supporting her when her legs threatened to give way. He lowered her gently into the water, then climbed in behind her, holding her in his arms, soaping and soothing.
Ginger sighed and leaned her head back on Cameron's chest feeling lazy and mellow. 'I think you've repositioned a few of my internal organs.'
'Are you tender? Did I hurt you?' he asked, concern in his throaty voice.
'No, of course not.' She was swift to reassure him, running her hands down his hair-brushed, leanly muscled thighs, before twining her fingers with his where they rested protectively on her stomach. 'I don't know how to explain. I can still feel it. What you did.'
She was terrified he'd do it again...shamefully, even more terrified he wouldn't. She'd never lost control like that, never surrendered herself so completely to another person. But, then, she'd never experienced such abandoned pleasure like that before, either. Had never experienced Cameron before. And they hadn't even consummated their love-making in the fullest sense of the word. She couldn't help feeling regret, wanting to know how his body would feel inside her, moving in rhythm with hers. When the water cooled, they dried each other before going back to bed, finding inventive new ways to explore and give gratification.
It was the most amazing night of her life. Erotic, sensual, extraordinary. Pip had told her to have an adventure, some fun, but she doubted her friend had ever had anything like this in mind! Finally the slept until she drifted awake to the sound of Cameron's voice.
'Ginger, it's morning. Are you OK?'
She felt the warmth of Cameron's breath fan her skin as he spoke, and her hands moved on his shoulders as he lay with his head on her stomach, one strong arm wrapped protectively and possessively around her. 'Better than OK. I just wish...'
'I know.' The fingers of his free hand traced lazy circles on her belly. 'Me, too.'
'But it was amazing.'
'You were amazing. Incredible.'
Ginger didn't dare analyse her own actions, let alone her thoughts. She'd never behaved this way before. Had never had a one-night stand in her life. Yes, she'd had her share of relationships in the last fifteen years, had enjoyed sex with a couple of long-term partners, but she had not been out with anyone since her break-up with Marc over a year ago. Never in her life had she experienced anything like the explosive intensity of
passion and
desire she had shared with Cameron these last hours, abandoning all inhibitions. Her body felt deliciously cherished from his thorough exploration of her, a faint redness on her skin from the exciting rasp of his stubble. She wished this time never had to end.
'Cam, did you say you had a meeting at eleven?'
'I'm afraid so.' He moved his head, licking his lips as his eyes opened and the glorious globes of Ginger's breasts greeted him. It was a sight he wished he could wake up to every day. He frowned at the realisation. 'What time is it now?'
'After nine.'
He groaned, moving so he could look at her, loving the rumpled, tumbled chaos of her hair spread across the pillow like rays of the sun, the well-kissed lips, the glaze of passion that still darkened the incredible turquoise of her eyes. 'It can't be.'
'I'm afraid it is.' She smiled, her hand stroking his face. 'Reality time.'
He couldn't explain what had happened between them. Couldn't explain the intuitive feeling that this was right. The immediacy had shocked him, yet he'd known from the first second that there was something mesmerising about this woman, something to which he was drawn on an elemental level. It sounded absurd, but it was as if some part of him recognised her, was compelled to be with her. He had never imagined there would be such a devastating outpouring and sharing of passion. And he hadn't even experienced the pleasure of being inside her, joining their bodies in the most intimate way. Not yet.
Reality time, she had said. He couldn't ignore what he had to do today, but he didn't want to let her go, was frightened this would all dissolve like a puff of smoke if they moved, if they let the outside world intrude into this private haven of perfection they had created since they'd instinctively come together last night. Was it only last night? It seemed longer—yet never long enough.