“I’m sorry.” She continued giggling. “Believe me, I didn’t mean it that way. It’s just…I was thinking that there’s absolutely nothing imperfect about this part of you. In fact, it’s rather…majestic.”
“That’s better,” he said, pulling her toward him. “Come here.”
He rolled her over and kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring the innermost parts of her mouth. He covered her face with moist kisses, his breath massaging her as he moved to her breasts and pleasured them slowly. “You’re full of imperfections too,” he teased, licking small circles around her nipple. He continued lower, licking and nibbling, parted her legs, and kissed her wetness. “This part of you is extremely imperfect. I think I shall have to give it special attention.”
He pushed her thighs forward, grasping the cheeks of her bottom so she was completely bared to him. Rose opened her mouth to protest, but he hushed her and resumed his delicate assault on her. The soft velvet of his tongue teased her peak as he slowly glided his strong hands up the planes of her body and squeezed her breasts. He pinched her nipples while his mouth worked on her sex, sucking her swollen flesh and releasing it.
Rose writhed beneath him, and she soared toward climax when his tongue swiped lower, over her most private opening.
“Cam!”
“Shh, sweet.”
She calmed. She was his. Every single part of her. Even that part. And as he tongued her, she shivered. It felt wonderful. When he breached her anus with a finger, she jolted. The intensity shocked her for a moment, but he slid his tongue over her pussy and soon the penetration turned to pleasure. Profound and shimmery pleasure unlike anything she’d imagined. To her complete surprise, she was thrilled to share this with him. He nipped at her clitoris, sucked it between his lips, all while working her bum with his long finger. Her body raced toward climax with a vengeance that she hadn’t yet known.
“Cam!” she cried. “Cam, yes, Cam, yes!” An explosion of whirling waves crashed into her, as he continued to plunder her, bringing her to the crest once more.
“Again, sweet. Come for me again.”
Fingers slid in and out of both openings now, his tongue still working her peak, and bliss raged through her, catapulting her to the crest again. Joy. Pure joy.
“Now, Cam. Come inside me now!”
He crawled forward, his silver eyes smoking as they gazed into hers. As he pushed into her, she wrapped her legs around his back, pulling him closer.
“I love you, Rose,” he said as he thrust. “Only you.”
“And I love only you, Cam.”
He thrust and he thrust, and as she fell into climax again, he plunged into her deeply.
“You’re mine, Rose!” he roared, as his body shuddered against hers. “Mine!”
He collapsed against her, and she rubbed his muscular back, tracing soothing patterns with her fingers.
“Mine,” he continued to whisper. “Always mine.”
“Yes,” she soothed. “Yours.”
“I love you. I love you.” His breathing slowed, returning to normal.
“I love you, too,” Rose said. “Forever.”
They lay silently for a few moments, their legs tangled together intimately.
Cameron softly caressed Rose’s abdomen and broke the silence. “Do you want a boy or a girl?”
“A gypsy crone at the festival yesterday told me it was a girl,” Rose said. “A little girl with your hair and my eyes. Won’t she be a beauty, Cam?”
“Any child from you is bound to be a beauty,” he said, chuckling softly. “But it could just as easily be a boy.”
“It’s a girl,” Rose murmured.
“My sweet, you’ve never struck me as the type of person to believe in fortune telling.”
“I never thought I did,” Rose said seriously. “But she also told me that if I scattered rose petals at midnight last night, my true love would come back to me. And you did.”