Cammie Healy - Jennifer Foor Page 0,15
significantly more genuine. It’s amazing what someone is willing to sacrifice when they find the right person. I went against my morals to be with this man. He had secrets. I wasn’t an idiot. “I can see myself with you. I want that.”
“I’ll make it happen. First,” he whispered while coming down to brush his lips over mine. “I need to be inside of you. Give yourself to me, Cammie. Let me make love to you.”
Chapter 7
He’d set the mood. He’d asked me to be with him. This was where I could have changed my mind. I didn’t have to go through with this, yet nothing was going to stop me.
Nervous couldn't begin to explain how it felt to be this close to him. We were alone in the house he'd managed to have for us to be together. Candles were lit throughout. The illumination gave a romantic feel. James turned on some music on his phone and placed it down on a side table. With his shirt removed, he approached me, kneeling down on the side of the bed where my legs hung over. I felt him removing my shoes one at a time. Next to go were my stockings. He massaged each foot letting his hands course up the smooth skin of my calves.
I sat up on my elbows to watch, catching him waiting for my reaction.
James reached up pulled down my top. He tugged them over my hips, stopping only when a good amount of skin had become exposed. With still a few inches to go before he saw my pussy, he leaned forward and pressed his tender lips over my hip. Tiny chaste kisses trailed across the naked area, all while tingles radiated through all of my limbs.
Over the fabric of my pants, he skimmed between my legs, the back of his warm hand giving my pussy a hint of attention. My ass tightened as he did it again, smiling like he knew he was making me antsy with anticipation.
The opposite side of my pants were lowered to reveal more skin, the waistline sitting at the base of my pussy, applying a constant pressure while he taunted other areas.
I kept my focus on James, the way his lips trailed over the other hip, a line of saliva left where he'd been.
Deep breaths escaped me when our eyes locked again. His voice was almost a whisper. "I want to see your cunt."
Like it had been a secret, I pushed my pants down, noticing him backing up to give me room to do so. Taking my panties with them, I shoved the fabric down, freeing the most sensitive part of me for this man to finally catch a glimpse.
This wasn't like losing my virginity with someone my age; the first discoveries of the opposite sex. Being with James was terrifying because he was skilled and knew exactly what he was doing. He had years to perfect how he preferred things, where I was still exploring my body.
While trembling, I felt three fingertips sliding across my exposed pussy. Sudden vibrations overwhelmed me as he blew cool air over it, then thumbed the lips. I was losing my ability to hold myself up to watch him.
James yanked my pants and underwear off my ankles, tossing the clothing on the floor. Without warning he took my legs and spread them far apart, bringing my knees up to a more comfortable position.
A million things flooded my mind while he quietly studied my sex. I felt concerned; as if he were comparing me to other more experienced women he'd been with. In all honesty, I didn't know what to expect. This was new to me, so all I could do was let him lead.
A warm rush of heat covered my pussy, followed by slick movements. His lips were brushing over mine, and I'm not speaking about my mouth. His tongue pierced my opening, forging deep for his first taste.
A cry escaped me; the idea of what he was doing causing such a reaction.
James lapped my pussy a few times before standing. He wiped off his face and dropped his pants, kicking them off his feet. He pointed. "Stand on the bed. Then put your hands in your hair and spin around. I need to know every inch of you before we can continue."
He was serious, which made it harder to follow his orders. I was modest. I didn't walk around in the nude, nor was I the type of person to send naked