While we make out, I follow the line bisecting his abs past his navel. My fingertips brush the satin-smooth skin of his erection, causing him to groan and his fingers to tighten in my hair. He breaks the kiss, his breath leaving him on a ragged pant as my fingers curve around his length. I feel like a damn goddess as his gaze drops. “Ah fuck, that feels so good, Cameron.” “Cammie, I go by Cammie.” “Cammie, your hand is fucking bliss,” he declares.
