CAMERON

"Amy..."

My breath catches in my throat as her hand rests on my chest, a warm flush spreading across my skin.

"Your heart is beating fast." She innocently bites her lips, and my frantic yearning to consume her courses through me like wildfire. "Just like mine. You want to feel it?"

I don't have an answer; I can barely think logically.

She takes my hand, guiding it beneath her shirt, slowly up her stomach. Her lips parted as she stared at me with lust in her silent eyes that spoke crazy things to my brain until she placed my hand there, not to her chest, though.

My heartbeat quickens, resonating with the pulsating rhythm against my palm - the weight of her breast in my hand over the fabric of her bra. My breath catches, a subtle gasp escaping me as the unexpected contact sparks sensations I wasn't prepared for, none that I've ever experienced.

She's not like any girl I've been with. Her body controls mine in a way I don't even understand but I like to relish.

Deep within me while she holds my stare curiously, I have a mix of anticipation, knowing she's acting in the heat of the moment, letting her anger override her usual consideration. On the other hand, I know I'm dead-ass aroused, longing to feel her skin against my fingertips, and it's becoming an unrelenting craving. So right here, right now, it is both a torment and an exquisite pleasure. I don't know what to choose, or if I can even make any decision with my senses staying sober.

"You're not thinking clearly."

"What? We want it anyway." She whispers, her hands moving to the waistline of my pants. I quickly let go of her breast, grabbing her wrists. I look up to her, finding her incredibly close only to feel her mouth on mine, bringing down the fragile walls I built to stay logical in this case.

She tastes so good, like the first time, but even better because she's sober today. She kisses deeper and desperately, even though I try to stop our tongues from meeting, cause then I won't be able to put a stop to it.

"Amy? You're angry; think it through." I warn her as she nibbles on my bottom lip, teasingly biting it.

"I am single. I need you to fuck me. What part don't you understand, Cameron?" She yanks her hand away, quickly pulling her T-shirt over her head and reaching for mine, taking it off herself.

"Or don't you want me?" She pouts.

"No, that's not it. I just don't want you to regret it later." I know how this goes very well.

"But I won't," her hand settles on my chest, fingers delicately tracing my pectoral areas. Every inch of my skin is hypersensitive as if her touch has stirred latent nerves, heightening every sensation to an acute level. My heartbeat is a thunderous drum in my chest. "I'm trying to learn from mistakes," she adds.

Oh no! Of course, she's doing this out of vexation.

"Hey, Jake is an asshole." I grab her hands. "You have no fault in him being that," I tell her.

"Whatever." She dismisses, slipping her hands from mine and locking her arms around my neck. "Kiss me," she mumbles.

God, someone, stop me. This isn't what she needs.

She brushes her lips over mine, and I can't hold back. I snatch her lips in mine. This time I let her in, devouring her savory taste. Her breaths become erratic, leveling mine in rhythm.

"Fuck it." I groan, ripping off her bra and pulling her up onto the edge. She lies back flat, crossing her arms across her chest as my fingers fumble with her button and zipper.
Staring at the dark sky, she arches her ass, letting me pull down the jeans out of her legs. But when it comes to her panties, her legs stay pressed together because she's shy, making it a bit tough to slip them off, but we succeed.

I have always known she is beautiful; I might have never told her, but I know she stands out from all the girls I've seen. But right now she stands out from all art and everything that exists.
She's naked before me, yet incapable of meeting my eyes.

I yearn for her with a primal, unrestrained longing that subtly clouds my senses, and the harsh ache in my core deepens with each passing second of staring at her.

"Look at me," I urge, and instantly she obliges.

She seems timid.

"Don't look away. Come help me with my pants." I encourage her, and she smiles small, pushing up with one hand and the other still covering her chest.

"You need both hands, Princess." I remind her, and she bites her lip, nodding.

Grabbing the edge of the pool, I pull up, nabbing those candy-sweet lips and giving her a chance to freely undo my button and zipper without feeling the weight of my gaze. When she's done, I wriggle off the pants into the pool, dipping my head to her chest with closed eyes as she holds my face in both hands and locks her nipple into my mouth.

She shudders as I suck, and her body collapses, but my hand is fast to support her fall, landing her back against the stamped concrete, as I follow out of the pool, hovering over her gorgeous body. Harsh electric desire courses through me, setting my nerves ablaze.

Her moans fill my ears, and my body responds with an almost painful ache.

Unable to withstand any second, I pull down my extremely tight briefs and thrust my tingling cock into her warm wetness. It's heaven; all my muscles tense, and I let out a grunt at her cry as her body jerks beautifully, her hands and legs clenching me to her just as her vagina tightens around my hard cock.