In Too Deep(39)

“Stop playing around,” I said, smacking him on the shoulder. "Come on, just find the footage you need.”

We found the security footage and we watched from the time the guys came in until they left, looking for the best angle of their faces. "The selfie you took is good, but I want more to work with. Like this."

Cam tapped his touchpad and the image froze, the other guy looking directly at the camera that was above the front door as he tried to turn away from my selfie attempt. "See? Taking that selfie was useful."

"Dangerous, though, and until you know how to protect yourself, I don't want you taking risks like that again," Cam said. "Now, a few taps of the screen later . . .”

He trimmed out the faces of the two men and copied them into a database search program. There was a lot of little squares and circles that appeared on their faces, and then Cam went over to what looked like a standard search box.

"To save time I'm going to have the database constricted to men in American payroll," he said. "Still, that's a lot of people, most of whom aren't in agencies that you'd think of as being intelligence related. These guys, if they’re American, could be listed as mail carriers or park rangers or hazardous materials handlers. It's rare you'd find them as anything close to what they are."

He clicked a few items to refine the search, then started. Faces started to blink by at high speed, and Cam sat back. "That's all there is to it, now we just wait, it'll take at least a few hours unless we get really lucky."

Cam stood up and swept me into his arms. It was really the first time we'd been romantic since the traffic accident, and it was long missed.

"I love you, Cam."

"I love you too," he said, kissing the top of my head. "I'm sorry I wasn't honest about everything."

"I don't think it’s the sort of thing that comes up very often. Let's not dwell on that right now."

Cam dropped a CD into the tray and smooth saxophone jazz came from the stereo. "That's nice, who is that?"

"Miles Davis," Cam answered, holding his arms out for me. We left the music on, Cam leading me to the big bedroom where there music filtered in softly. The lights were off, only the reddish sunset outside giving us any illumination at all, but I didn't need it. Turning to face away from Cam, I unsnapped my pants and pushed them off my hips.

“What's this?"

I blushed as Cam's hands came up and rubbed the naked skin of my buttocks. "I wanted to feel sexy today, so I wore them,” I moaned as he rubbed and massaged the skin. God, it felt so good, all I wanted to do was bend over and let him keep doing it, but I resisted. It wasn't time yet.

I lifted my head, turning around and kissing him. Our tongues wrapped around one another as passion seeped into our tenderness. I could feel his cock pressing against my hip through his pants, and I smiled, cupping it. "I know just what you need. Come on."

I led him to the bed, pushing him playfully over and onto his back, where he bounced twice on the springy surface. Reaching for my shirt, I pulled it over my head in one motion before unclasping my bra and letting my breasts free. "Your turn."

It's amazing how quickly a man can get undressed if he wants. I barely had the words out of my mouth before he’d stripped every last stitch from his body, including his socks even. Yet, Cam being Cam, not a single thread was torn, and no buttons were sent flying across the room. Instead, he lay gloriously nude in front of me, his cock standing stiff and proud in the now orangish light.

I climbed onto the bed, kissing his kneecaps and thighs before grasping his cock. "This . . . I’d never felt pleasure before this entered me for the first time," I said as I stroked him, relishing the hard and soft together. "I thought I had, but I hadn't. So now, every time we make love, I try and return that pleasure to you."

I lowered my head again, licking him from the base of his perfect cock to the tip, spitting on it to add more fluid to my hand. I repeated over and over until his cock glistened in the light, overjoyed when he added his own dollop of sweet precum to the mixture. I resisted the urge to lick up every drop of it and instead sat up slightly, pushing my breasts together. "You like these, don't you?"

Cam nodded, grinning.

Leaning forward, I let Cam's cock slip between my breasts, the hard wetness sliding up and down. I know the biggest turn-on about a so-called 'boob job' for men is the image. There isn’t a whole lot of pleasure in it for me, but I love pleasing my man. Every time the tip of Cam's cock peeked out from between my breasts, I gave it a little lick, relishing the sweet nectar.

Soon, I could tell both of us were ready for a little something more. Tit f*cking isn’t exactly something I enjoy doing until completion, but its fun naughty foreplay.

I crawled up and our bodies entangled and caressed each other. I reached between my legs, feeling for the thick root of Cam's manhood, grinning in between kisses when I held it in my hand.

"Now we don't have to hold back," I groaned, raising myself up and lowering myself onto his thick shaft. It felt so good, spreading me open and making me his. I was filled with passionate power as our lovemaking took on a new purpose, a conclusion of our instincts that lent a flavor to our passions.

Cam's smile as he lifted his hips told me he could feel it too, and he raised me up slightly before he started to thrust in and out of me with short little rapid motions.