Cammie Healy - Jennifer Foor Page 0,16

photographs.

As I stood I saw him grabbing his phone. I used my hands to cover my appendages. "Whoa! What are you doing?"

"It's only for my eyes. When we can't be together I want something to remind me how good you taste. Give me a few poses. Turn around and stick that ass in the air."

Doing what he suggested got easier with my back turned. I heard the click of his camera several times.

"Good, now spread those cheeks and show me ‎more."

I spun around and gave him a disturbed grimace. "That's gross. I'm not doing it."

He stuck out his bottom lip. "There's nothing gross about loving you."

He didn't have to ask a second time. I posed in each erotic position, finally becoming turned on as he continued. Armed with enough photos, he placed his phone back on the table and slipped on the bed next to me.

He kissed me like never before, his hunger apparent. His hands explored my body, a stiff erection pressing against me as our naked bodies connected. My legs wrapped around his waist. I could feel him lingering near my opening, reminding me what was close to happening. “Tell me you love me, Cammie.”

“I love you, James. I wouldn’t be here with you if I didn’t.”

“Beg me to fuck you.”

I giggled. “Seriously? Oh please fuck me. I need it so bad.” My sarcasm didn’t amuse him.

“Don’t be a child, Cammie. Do it. Beg me.”

“I don’t beg, but I’ll do you one better. If you don’t fuck me soon, I’ll find someone else who will.” My threat immediate got a rise out of him.

When I assumed he would enter me, James slipped back down between my legs, obviously turned on by my threat. He used his hand to tease me, pinching my clit and tugging on my lips to get a reaction out of me. He slapped it, spit, and licked up his own mess. Meanwhile, I could smell my own arousal. My pussy was drenched, dripping down to the crack of my ass. Fingers plunged inside of me, fucking me fast, only to retract.

My ass bucked, my legs shaking, he repeated the process.

I was coming unhinged, fighting the urge to lose myself completely.

James toyed with my pussy until I couldn't contain my release. I screamed and bellowed words, which made no sense, finally losing my sense of self in a rapturous orgasm.

Soaked, dripping‎ with desire, James continued. He positioned himself and entered me, finally sealing the deal. He moved slowly, swishing sounds occurring from my wetness.

He made faces while focusing, grinding to a pace, then eventually losing it until he froze. I could feel him filling me, a momentary lapse of judgment preventing us from precautions. ‎I didn't care about anything. In that instant there was no school, future, or even a failing marriage. All that existed was the two of us, and what we'd just done together.

Chapter 8

We’d started to dress and prepare for him having to leave. I still had my blouse to put on when James stood abruptly, pulling me toward a window. He moved a curtain to the side and shoved me in front of it. I didn’t understand what exactly he expected. “Are you showing me something?”

“No. You’re going to be the show.”

Again, I had no idea what he meant. “Come again?”

“This street is empty, but pretend it’s not. Pretend it’s full of innocent people walking by. I want you to strip. Give someone a show.”

“You’re crazy. I can’t do that. I won’t. You do it.”

“I like to watch, Cammie. Come on. Do it for me. I’ll stay if you give me a reason.”

He sat down on the edge of the bed.

“Please. I know there's a wild side you’re not showing me. Be a doll and shimmy those clothes off. Make the imaginary passerby want to come join us. Show them how lucky I am to have you all to myself."

My top was still off. Standing right in the center of the open window, I lifted my hands to the clasp of my bra. I kept watching, making sure there wasn't a soul in sight. I wasn't doing this because I'd somehow like it. I was going through with this antic for James. With his experience, he knew what turned him on. Just because we didn't share the same preferences didn't mean I couldn't give him a good time, granted no one would get hurt while doing so.

Before removing the bra, I twirled around and faced him, unable to allow it to