In Too Deep(25)

Dinner became an exercise in foreplay, the two of us using every movement of our forks and motion of our mouths to entice the other. Even something as innocent as the way she twisted her fork to wind up the spaghetti seemed sensuous and erotic. For my part, I know I was trying to arouse her more, licking my fork perhaps a bit more slowly than was needed to get the last of my sauce off, or relishing the flavor of my wine a bit more than I should have.

“So are you happy so far living here in New Mexico?"

"I am," she said. "I mean, this town isn't perfect. If it wasn't for the little bits of tourism that comes through for the hot springs or on the way up to Elephant Butte, I bet this place would curl up and die off. It's tiny, but yeah, I am. Have you been worried about that?"

I nodded. "Yeah, a little. Of course, I've never been to Lima, so I'm not sure how life was there either, except a bit colder."

"You'd be surprised at how similar it is. Work is work, you know? What makes this place special is you.”

Melina finished her last bite, wiping her mouth carefully with a napkin before finishing off her wine. "That was delicious. Now, it's time for dessert."





Chapter 17





Melina




Cam finished his wine in a single swallow, his eyes already fixed on mine. Setting his glass aside, he stood up, holding out his hand to me.

I’d expected him to lead me to the living room, where we'd spent a lot of time romping over the past week, or to the bedroom, another favorite locale. Instead, he stopped at the door of the bathroom and opened it for me. "In here."

He led me inside, closing the door behind him. Stepping back, he reached for the first button on his shirt, undoing it while looking me in the eyes. Slowly, he stripped for me, removing his shirt before unbuckling his pants and pushing them down, leaving him in just his underwear.

"Let me," he said, reaching for the neck of my shirt. I thought he'd unbutton my blouse like he'd unbuttoned his shirt, but instead he pulled, buttons popping and flying around the bathroom and leaving me exposed, my chest heaving in front of him at the surprise demonstration of his strength. "I've been watching you since the moment we started dinner, I can't hold back any longer."

Kneeling, Cam yanked my shorts down hard enough to pop the zipper in the front, but I didn't care. The fire in his eyes as he looked at me, and the growing bulge in his shorts had me so breathless and turned on that I could only say yes to his desires. Nude, I went to my knees in front of him, reaching for his waistband. “Let me?"

He nodded, standing up. I pulled his underwear down, reaching for his cock even before he could step all the way out of his underpants. He was just right for me, and I thrilled at licking him from base to tip, tracing the edges of his flaring head with the tip of my tongue. Opening up, I slid my lips around him and swallowed, taking him all the way to his base in one thrust.

"Damn that feels good," Cam moaned, his voice shaking as I pulled back and sucked him in again. I cupped his balls with my right hand, rolling them carefully while I sucked, enjoying the power and feeling of my man in my mouth.

I stood up, keeping his warm cock in my hand and pumping it. "I hope you're going to take me in the shower."

Cam kissed me, not caring that I just had his dick in my mouth. Our tongues sliding and tasting each other as we maneuvered our way into the shower stall. It was larger than the one in the half bath connected to Cam's bedroom, with a full sized tub as well as a shower head. He let go of me long enough to turn on the water, which steamed and sprayed around us, giving a sauna-like feeling to the air. It reminded me of our time on the island, making love while the rain beat against the roof and windows while the air lay muggy and thick. Relishing the connection, I relaxed against the tile while Cam trailed kisses over my neck and shoulders. Reaching around, he cupped my ass, squeezing and massaging it.

"Turn around," Cam whispered in my ear, barely audible over the pitter patter of the shower spray off of his back. "And bend over."

Obeying, I was happy to see that Cam's shower came with a safety bar, although his had been co-opted into becoming a washcloth caddy as well. Grabbing the bar, I thrust my hips up and back, opening myself for him. "Is this what you want, baby?"

"Fuck yes," Cam said, gripping my hips. I felt his thick cock rub against me, and he teased me by dragging the tip between my lips but not filling me up. His cock brushed against my clit and I gasped, desperate to feel him inside me. “Is this what you want?”

"Yes, oh yes."

“Then beg for it,” he teased.

A thrill coursed through me and I looked back at him. He was smirking at me with a cocky twinkle in his eyes. “Please, Cam. Give it to me.”

"Hmmm, I don't know," he teased, pulling back before pushing forward again, his cock rubbing against my clit and leaving my knees weak. "Maybe I should ask who's your Daddy instead?"

I couldn't help it, his teasing was too much. I laughed and looked back at him, my eyes filled with fire. "I don't care if you want me to call you Master, Daddy, or anything else. Just f*ck me!”

He didn’t reply, but I felt his cock head press against my entrance, my nerves electric with anticipation as it spread me open. Sighing in happiness and contentment, I sobbed in relief as he filled me, giving me what I'd wanted for hours now since coming back in the door.