“You’ll just have to wait and see,” I tell him, and with that I push him away, and head for the couch. I relax on the couch, queuing up a movie.
I lean back and relax, but it doesn’t last, because a minute later Cam is pushing me into the couch, unbuttoning my shirt, and biting my nipples until I curse.
My cock throbs and I thrust against him. He presses his body on top of mine, into the couch, pinning me with his weight until I can’t move.
“Cam…” I murmur his name, my cock needing to feel friction, but I can’t move. All the words get lost in my throat as his hands find my pants, my erection, and he deftly works at unbuttoning them.
He wastes no time in tearing my pants off, dropping to his knees between my legs.
He doesn’t grab me right away, instead he looks me over, chest to abs to cock and back up at my face.
I think he’s going to praise my body again, tell me I look good or that he finds my body hot.
But he doesn’t.
Instead, he just takes me into the back of his throat in one swift motion, grabbing my hips and yanking me closer.
I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get over how good his mouth feels around my cock. Warm, tight, wet, and fucking amazing.
My cock throbs and I can feel my orgasm starting to build almost immediately.
“Cameron…” I breathe his name. It tastes so good on my tongue, like the finest delicacy.
I thrust up into his mouth once, and it’s over.
I thread my fingers through his hair, gripping the locks softly as I gently push him down on my cock as I come with a deep groan.
I should be embarrassed that he was able to make me come so fast, but I’m not.
My breath catches in my throat as the words find their way out of my mouth again.
“I love you.”
Cameron chuckles. “I know.”
A laugh escapes my throat, and it feels so good. Everything feels so good. Perfect.
He gets up, leaving me like a limp noodle on the couch as I try to catch my breath. He brings me a wet rag, that smirk on his face a balm to my soul. I take the rag and clean myself up as he saunters off down the hallway.
“Be ready by six-forty-five,” I tell him weakly, trying to catch my breath.
“So fucking bossy,” he says, but his voice is full of humor and love.
Chapter Forty-Two
Cameron
Le Rêve is painted in cream with gold accents. There are intricate moldings and antique chandeliers. It’s beautiful, with a calm ambience. It’s no surprise I’ve never been here before as I don’t enjoy the city I live in. At least, not until recently. The last ten days, to be exact.
We’re led to a table toward the back, near a fountain and large window. Through it, I can make out the twinkling lights of the city that are starting to grow on me. Austen loves them, and so I guess I’m starting to love them too.
We quickly order drinks and an appetizer. Ratatouille Tartlets is a mouthful. I’ve never had it before, but it sounds delicious, and has zero dairy in it.
“So, are you going to tell me what my surprise is?” I ask, reaching for my water to take a sip.
Austen chuckles. “Nope.”
“So rude.” I roll my eyes.
