A Tragic Wreck
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“Good,” he replied before lowering himself down her body and grabbing her panties by the hips, sliding them down her long legs. “I want to taste you, Libby,” he said in a husky voice. He slowly trailed kisses down her stomach, watching her chest rise and fall in a quick rhythm. “Do you want that?” he asked as he circled her bellybutton with his tongue, his finger slowly entering and withdrawing from inside her.
“Yes, Cam. God, yes,” Olivia breathed softly. She didn’t know how much more she could take. The anticipation was killing her. She was desperate to feel something other than the numbness that had taken over her entire being since fleeing Boston. For the first time in over a month, she was feeling something. And it felt amazing.
He continued trailing kisses down her stomach, pausing before pressing his tongue against her clit, slowly lapping up her juices as he continued pleasuring her with his finger. “I love the way you taste, Libby,” Cam commented before returning his tongue to the spot that made her feel for a change. “You feel that?”
“Yes, Cam. I feel it.” She closed her eyes, desperate to block out the rest of the world and only concentrate on the amazing sensation of Cam's mouth between her legs.
“Good.” He began sucking ever so gently as he inserted another finger inside her. She felt like she was on the brink of exploding, the incredibly full feeling of his tongue on her and fingers inside her about to send her over the edge into a million tiny pieces. It wasn’t as intense a feeling as she felt with Alexander but, at that moment in time, she was finally feeling.
She moaned out as Cam continued his gentle movement, softly licking her. “Faster, Cam. Please.”
He looked up and met her eyes as his tongue moved at a quicker pace over her clit, picking up speed with his fingers. “You like that, Libby?” he asked before returning his mouth to her sex, slipping another finger inside of her.
All of a sudden, it became too much for her to handle. Her body began to tighten around Cam’s fingers. She was torn at that moment. She wanted her release, but she didn’t want to not feel anymore.
He felt her clench around him. She was almost there. He knew it. She was feeling it and that’s all he wanted. “Come on, Libby. Feel it.” He thrust his fingers even faster inside her, sucking on her clit.
She screamed out in pleasure as she came apart underneath his tongue, the waves of gratification overtaking her entire core, her vision blurry from the intense sensation. When the last of the aftershocks subsided, she reached down and grabbed Cam’s face, bringing it to hers. She kissed him deeply, tasting her juices on his lips.
“Cam,” she said quietly. “I need you inside me.” She pressed her lips on his, running her hands down his back, savoring the feeling of his muscles through his shirt.
He groaned before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a foil packet. He quickly lowered his pants and removed his shirt, his eyes locked on Olivia’s. “Are you sure, Libby?” he asked when he returned to the couch, staring down at her beautiful naked body.
She nodded fervently, reaching up for his arm and pulling his body down on top of hers. “I need it, Cam. Please.”
He leaned back and quickly tore open the condom packet, sliding it on. Propping himself on one arm and positioning himself at Olivia’s opening, he leaned down and kissed her gently. “I’ve been waiting for this since I first set eyes on you, Libby,” he breathed against her lips as he slowly slid into her, filling her with his arousal. He didn’t fill her like Alexander did, but it was still an incredible sensation.
“You okay?” Cam asked as he steadily moved back and forth inside of her, stretching her to match his size.
Olivia nodded her head. “Yes, Cam. Don’t stop,” she begged as he picked up his pace. She began thrusting with him, meeting the tempo he set, desperate to find her release again, but she had a feeling it wasn’t going to happen. The electricity wasn’t there. Not like it was with Alexander.
“You feel that, Libby?” he grunted as his pace quickened.
“Yes, Cam. Yes,” she exclaimed loudly.
“God, you feel amazing,” he said against her neck, gently tracing lines up to her earlobe. “Libby, what are you doing to me?” He looked down at the woman lying naked below him, moving with his rhythm.
His words flooded Olivia with guilt. What am I doing to him? she thought. She knew she was using him. It was clear Cam had real feelings for her. Maybe she could have feelings for him, too. She gazed into his eyes, hoping to feel something for him. But it never came. Not wanting to stare into his eyes, she pulled his face to hers and kissed him, running her hands up and down his chiseled back.
His tempo increased and he grunted against her neck. Olivia knew he was close. She could feel it in the way he thrust into her. She dug her nails into his back, setting him off.
“Oh, Libby!” he quivered, his body shaking on top of her as he shuddered, finding his release and pumping into her a few last times. He collapsed on top of her, totally spent, as she gently caressed his sweat-drenched hair, both their breathing still ragged.
After lying there for several long moments, Cam slowly got up, withdrawing from her. He removed the condom and pulled on his boxer shorts, sitting back down next to her. She leaned up and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips. “Thank you, Cam.”
“What are you thanking me for?” he asked, running his hand up and down her arm, savoring the soft flesh.
“For making me feel again. I needed that.”
Cam smiled. “Well, anytime you need to feel, I’m more than happy to help. Damn, Libby,” he exhaled, running his hands through his hair. “That was fucking intense.”
Olivia smiled, his compliment sending sparks through her body. Not fireworks, but it was still better than nothing.
“I hate to do this, but I should probably get back to my place. I do need to work tomorrow.” He stood up, grabbing his shirt and pants.
Olivia grabbed her underwear and put them on. “Wait, Cam. Stay. Please. I don’t know if I can bear being alone tonight.”
Cam's heart sank as he stared into her big brown eyes. The sadness was overwhelming. He sighed, wondering what made her seem so broken. “Okay. Anything for you, beautiful.” He winked and grabbed her hand. “Bedroom is upstairs, I assume?” Olivia nodded and followed him up the stairs.
That night, for the first time in over a month, she fell asleep with a man’s arms around her and it felt good.