He swiftly shut the door behind them and Esmeray pushed him on the bed. Cameron's room had a lingering scent of his cologne and was so clean, much like the last time she was there.
Esmeray stands in front of him and begins lifting her shirt. He placed his hands on her hips, looping his fingers through the belt holes, and tugging her closer. He peered up at her and kissed her stomach, just above her belly button. His eyes were filled with hunger. She revealed the lacy orange bra she was wearing when she threw her shirt on the floor. Cameron noticed that her bra was the same shade of orange as the bathing suit she wore when he brought her to the pool. He admired how amazing the color looked on her skin.
"You know, we're about to break your rules," Cameron tells her. He wanted to be sure Esmeray knew what she was doing and that she wanted to do it because he'd never wanted to do it this bad.
"What rules?" she raised her eyebrows and to that, Cameron flashed her a devilish grin as he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her thigh to him, making Esmeray straddle his lap.
"You know you're so beautiful," he whispers, his hands running up along her back. She kisses him with greed.
Esmeray lifts his shirt and pulls it over his head, tossing it somewhere in the room. Cameron quickly turns around and pins Esmeray to the bed. He placed her hand over her head with their fingers interlocked.
His other hand quickly unbuttoned her shorts and helped her pull them off. Esmeray slowly dragged her hand up Cameron's stomach, starting at his v-line, and stopping on his chest. Cameron always took pride in his body. He flexed it whenever he got the chance. She was pleasantly surprised to see that it is better up close and this intimate. His arms were perfectly muscular—not terrifyingly large. She could see his veins running down his forearm while his hand squeezed her hand. His stomach was toned and solid. Esmeray could easily count his abs. Cameron smirked at the aroused look on Esmeray's face but he melted when he felt her touch.
She felt the heat of his hand against her clit and she gasped softly when his fingers pressed against her gently.
"I like that," Cameron moaned. He could smell her vanilla perfume on her neck and it was driving him crazy.
"Do you?" Esmeray smiled temptingly.
"Hm," he hums deeply. "You're so wet." Cameron's hand slid up through her warmth and his fingers circled her clit. She moaned less quietly into Cameron's ear, teasing him.
Esmeray grew needy and began untying Cameron's shorts. He eagerly pulled his shorts off while she slid her panties off and then it hit her. She'd never gotten this far with anyone. A million thoughts rushed into her mind. What if he doesn't like me? What if I'm not good enough? He's probably had better. She attempted to squeeze her legs together but Cameron rested his hand on her thigh. He looked into her eyes like he could love her.
"Cameron, don't hurt me. This is real." Esmeray tells him. She was terrified of thinking Cameron would do this with her just to leave her for some new girl. But she could see that he was changing. He cared about her, and he acted like it. Cameron was trying to be better for Esmeray. And she wanted to be better for him.
"This is real, Essy. I promise you, I'll never hurt you."
Esmeray feels him beginning to gently push inside of her. "Cam," she whines.
"I got you, trust me. I got you, you're good." Cameron reassures her. His voice alone, full of care and sincerity, was enough to get Esmeray to loosen up and trust Cameron.
Cameron pushes her legs up and thrusts his hips into Esmeray. Esmeray bit her lip, containing the loud moan that nearly escaped, and instead exhaled deeply as he slowly pushed into her.
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Fake It Til You Make It
RomanceEsmeray Evans Díaz was the city's "hard to get" girl but when rumors spread that she fooled around with Cameron Carter, the one person she despised, things got a bit messy. Esmeray and Cameron, who grew up hating each other, agree to enter a fake re...