Divided Heart

Chapter 11

Amara and Cameron were entwined in a tangle of limbs, a perfect morning cocoon. His fingers traced gentle patterns through her wavy hair, a rhythmic massage that sent shivers of pleasure down her spine.

"Mmm, that's perfect, Camster," Amara murmured, her voice thick with contentment.

A playful smirk curved Cameron's lips as his free hand began to explore her body. Her skin was soft, yielding, and inviting. Amara responded to his touch with subtle movements, her hips finding a rhythm against his. The intimacy of their shared space deepened as their bodies spoke a language of their own.

"Marabear... that feels amazing," Cameron groaned, his desire growing with each passing moment.

Amara arched her back, offering a tantalizing glimpse. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she savored his growing arousal.

"How's this, mon amour," she teased in a sultry French accent. They were a goofy pair with the wacky nicknames and many accents they played with when they were together.

Cameron chuckled, his restraint waning. With a swift movement, he pinned her wrists above her head, capturing her in his embrace.

Amara giggled, her eyes filled with playful defiance. "About time," she breathed.

He leaned in, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss, sending them into overdrive. Cameron hadn't felt Amara's body in weeks. The urgency to be deep within her folds grew by the second. His hands, rough with need, traced the curves of her hips, a silent promise of what was to come. Amara's breath quickened, a mirror to the storm brewing within him. With a primal grunt, Cameron shifted, his body hovering over hers. Amara's arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. Her eyes, filled with a mix of desire and surrender, met his as he secured the condom on his member.

In that single, charged moment, time stood still. The world outside ceased to exist, replaced by the promise of oblivion. Cameron was deep in Amara with legs to her ears. He watched her beautiful face twist into scowls of passion. Cameron wasn't the vocal type during sex but he enjoyed hearing Amara curse his name in pleasure. It was the encouragement he needed to never stop until Amara was satisfied. Cameron felt her hand grab and massage his balls making him grunt. The best feeling in the world was rising within him. He wet his thumb and massaged Amara's pearl as he quickened his strokes.

"Harder Cam. I'm so close," Amara screamed out feeling an orgasm quickly rising with in.

Cameron obliged her still massaging and stroking. A slow tingling down his back and swell of member, Amara gushed and Cameron unloaded in her. Collapsing on her, she rubbed the back of his neck still feeling him twitch inside her. They caught their breath, then Cameron scooped Amara up, bridal style, for a quick trip to the shower.

"Cam, no, my hair!" Amara protested playfully.

"Don't worry, I'll fix it later," he promised, kissing her shoulder as he carried her into the cascading water.

The warm water enveloped them as Cameron gently washed Amara's body. Their laughter echoed in the small space, a moment of pure intimacy. But as the water rinsed away the soap, a shadow of doubt crept into Amara's heart.

"There's something I need to tell you," she began, her voice barely a whisper. "I don't want you to be upset."

Cameron's arms tightened around her. "Nothing you can say will upset me, Mar," he assured her, his voice gentle.

She took a deep breath, steeling herself. "Rahn wants to get back together, and... I think I might want to too."

The words hung heavy in the air. Cameron's grip loosened, and a cold silence settled between them. A bombshell, that's what it felt like. He carefully untangled her arms from around him and stepped out of the shower.