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Camden was more than happy to oblige.
Chapter 13 - Flora
Something about the music and the atmosphere of the club had made Flora feel freer with herself than usual. If she was being honest with herself, it was the freest she had felt in her entire life. Of course, Camden was a huge part of that. And the tequila. But mostly Cam.
The way he had been dancing with her had unlocked a part that had been hidden for a long time. Flora remembered how much fun the two of them used to have, sneaking away to be together under the bridge. Once upon a time, they had listened to music, laughed, talked, and leaned on each other. It was there that they had finally kissed, and where she had lost her virginity. Even though the rest of the story hadn’t turned out well for her, she couldn’t deny the way he had once made her feel. And now, he was doing it again. The difference was that this time, she knew he wasn’t going to reject her. He had stood up for her in the restaurant and done everything in his power to make her feel safe and wanted. She didn’t want to ignore her feelings for him any longer, especially since he was making his own intentions known.
Even now, his hand was traveling up under her dress. She inhaled sharply and shivered as she felt his fingers slip inside her underwear and tease her opening. She was aware, in the back of her mind, that there were others in the room, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. All she cared about was Camden’s fingers against her skin, his face pressed close to hers. His lips were still on her neck, adorning her skin with kisses everywhere he could reach. She let out a low moan that was lost in the bass drum beating through the air of the club.
Flora parted her legs wider, allowing him access to her slit. His finger slid backward and forward, drawing the wetnessfrom her opening to her clitoris. With each slow, delicate movement, her breathing became more shallow and the feeling between her legs more urgent.
“I love how wet you are,” Camden whispered gruffly.
She bit her lip and moaned into his ear as he pressed gently against her clitoris and then released, edging her toward an orgasm she knew was fast approaching. When it finally overcame her, Flora felt her legs shudder beneath her. She clasped her hands around Camden to hold herself steady and quickly clamped his shirt between her teeth to muffle the sounds of her completion as he held her in his powerful grasp and allowed her to ride his hand as she finished. With a satisfied moan, she eased away from him, sweaty and breathless. When she looked into his eyes, she saw a wildness in them she hadn’t seen before. The wolf was near the surface, excited by what they had just done. And what they wanted to do.
“We’re going home,” Camden said. “Right now.”
Flora didn’t complain as Camden grabbed her hand and led her quickly through the crowd of dancing patrons, out the front door, and into the car. The journey home was a fast one. Neither of them wanted to wait any longer before ripping their clothes off. Their short tryst in the darkness of the bar had been merely an appetizer, and their appetites were not yet satiated.
After sending the babysitter home and peeking in to make sure that Sofia was asleep, Flora tiptoed back down the stairs and practically skipped into Camden’s bedroom.
Flora knew that sleeping together was going to complicate things. She knew that she should stop and think things through before following her instincts, but she also knew that she couldn’t resist him anymore. She didn’t want to resist him anymore.
“You came back,” Camden said. The words from his lips were almost like a prayer, as if he had been unsure that she would, and grateful that she had.
Flora didn’t miss a beat. She unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. Her nipples hardened as the cold air reached her breasts. Flora didn’t know if it was only the temperature of the room or if her body was responding to the look on Camden’s face. His eyes immediately dropped to them, his mouth hanging open slightly. He shut it quickly, and his light eyes darkened, his clear, bright blue irises turning hazy with desire. With a swift movement, he shut the door behind her and turned the lock, ensuring they wouldn’t be interrupted. For all the waiting they had gone through to get to this point, Flora felt like they deserved to enjoy it together in peace.
“I’m going to kiss every inch of your skin,” he promised her as he towered over her, leaning one forearm against the doorframe. “And when I’m done, I’m going to make you cum so hard that you’ll forget your own name.”
It was Flora’s turn to be dumbstruck as she took in his words. With deliberate movements, Camden backed away slowly and removed his clothes, tossing them aside. When he had finished, he bent down and placed an arm under her knees and stood up abruptly, sweeping her off her feet. Her stomach lurched at the change, and she let out a laugh of surprise as she found herself in his arms. Gently, he laid her on the bed and removed her underwear, raking his hands gently down her thighs and calves until he reached her feet.
“Don’t move,” he said seriously.
For once, she had no desire to disobey his command. She was like putty in his hands as he began to explore her body with his hands and lips, doing exactly what he told her he woulddo. Camden’s hands made circles on her skin as they wandered, followed closely by his mouth. She looked down at where he crouched by her knees, relishing the feeling of his skin touching parts of her body that she couldn’t remember anyone else ever paying attention to. The backs of her knees, her hips, her ribs; nothing was ignored. It was an odd sensation to be so doted on after years of neglect.
When he reached the fork between her legs, Flora’s breathing hitched, surprised at his willingness to give her pleasure so quickly. Her body twitched as his lips pressed against her, and Camden placed a hand on her abdomen.
“I told you not to move,” he said slowly, rubbing a gentle circle directly below her belly button.
Flora nodded, eyes wide, as his lips took over for his hands once more and he continued his way up her body. Not an inch of her skin went untended to, from her feet to her hair. By the time he was done, Flora was practically shaking with anticipation.
“Camden,” she gasped. “I can’t wait any longer.”
He kneeled between her legs and bent her knees, bringing her feet up to his shoulders. He turned his head sideways and kissed the arch of her foot as he caressed the top of her shins with his muscular hands. When he turned back to look at her, Camden placed his generous cock at the entrance between her folds, pressing inward gently. As the tip crossed her threshold, she gasped, but he withdrew it again.
“Cam,” she begged, wriggling impatiently once more.
He entered her again and withdrew just as quickly. “You’ll get the whole thing soon,” he said teasingly, pressing back inside her. “Just be patient.”
He was warming her up, increasing her anticipation and her wetness with each thrust. She was already prepared for him, wondering when he would end her suffering, but Camden kept going. Finally, when Flora thought that she couldn’t bear waiting any more, he entered her completely. His length filled her, pressing against her G-spot as her back arched with pleasure.
“Oh, God!” she moaned as her eyes rolled back in her head.
She hadn’t known such a feeling was possible and that waiting would increase her enjoyment this much. His thumb found her clitoris as he withdrew again, rubbing against the bundle of nerves gently as he continued.
His foreplay had been so precise, so teasing, so mind-blowing, that Flora could already feel the precipice drawing nearer. Each thrust brought her closer and closer to the edge until she finally felt herself reach the tipping point. She didn’t want to give in. She was eager to continue savoring the experience, but once the floodgates were open, there was no stopping the orgasm that ripped through her. Her abdomen flooded with heat, and her thighs clenched tightly as she finished, her body rocking against his pelvis without any input from her brain.
Only when she was done did Camden allow himself to experience his own orgasm. He looked into her eyes, mouth slightly ajar, as he gave a final thrust and spilled himself inside her. His breath came in heaving gasps as he leaned his forehead against hers, recovering from his efforts.
