Kendall
A week later, I’m tired of the damn sling I’m wearing and I’m tired of Camden not touching me. I feel a lot better since the doctor gave me the nausea pills, and I stopped taking the other drugs the second day. I’m taking my prenatal vitamins every day, and I’m feeling a hundred times better.
I keep telling Camden that, but since Jimmy can’t come out and see me until next week, he won’t give in. It’s driving me crazy, sleeping next to him every night and not being able to be with him. I look at his bare broad back and shoulders, stare at him every night, but there’s nothing I can do about it.
I decide to ramp things up a little since Jimmy’s tied up with other emergent situations, and so at dusk, I go skinny dipping in the pool out back.
It’s a fancy saltwater one, and it feels good on my injured shoulder, anyway. Camden’s out on the terrace, fake-smoking as I call it, and the pool is right nearby, so I know he can see me as I shuck off my dress, throwing it on to the lawn chair.
He turns, his unlit cigarette hanging out of his mouth, staring at me with intense sea-green eyes.
“Kendall? What are you doing?” he hisses.
I shrug. “Not like we have neighbors.”
I jump into the pool, swimming gently so that I don’t hurt my shoulder, doing a few laps before I come out. I start to towel myself off, my legs first, and then my stomach, my hair. I don’t bother covering myself up.
Camden frowns at me. “I know what you’re trying to do,” he says.
“Is it working?” I ask, and he looks down at himself, at the tent in his sweatpants.
“Fuck, yes,” he says with a low groan, and I giggle.
“I figured the whole thing has to work since I don’t have any lingerie.”
Camden chokes, tossing his unlit cigarette out. “If you were wearing a teddy and stockings, it might kill me,” he admits.
I pout. “I’ll remember that next supply run.”
Camden always makes me go with him on supply runs now, and I don’t blame him, after what happened.
He walks toward me, and I just know that he’s going to kiss me, but instead, he sits down on the lawn chair.
I promptly climb into his lap, rolling my hips, and Camden clamps down onto my hips to stop me, choking out a moan.
“You’re too good at lap dances,” he says in a low tone.
“I guess in another life, maybe I was a dancer,” I tease, sticking my breasts into his face since his hands are effectively stopping my hips from moving.
“Not in this life,” he grumbles, and I giggle.
I love how possessive he is.
“I’m fine,” I argue. “I’ve read that it’s very healthy to have sex during pregnancy.”
“You have? Where?”
“The internet,” I say easily.
“Well, then it must be true,” Camden says sarcastically, but he’s distracted looking at my breasts, so I start to move my hips again, bracing myself on his shoulders.
“Please touch me, Camden,” I pant, getting more and more aroused.
Camden looks at me for a long moment. “Okay, principessa. I’ll touch you, but you can’t touch me.”
I pout. “That doesn’t sound like fun.”
“It does to me,” he says with an evil smirk, and stands up, his hands under my ass to carry me. He takes me to the bedroom and gently lies me down on the bed.
He sits down next to me on the edge of the bed, looking down at me with his bottom lip caught between his teeth.
“Are you ready, principessa?” he asks.
I nod eagerly, spreading my thighs, but he doesn’t touch me, not yet.
I whine and arch my back.
Camden hums and drags a thumb across one peaked nipple, and then the other. I gasp and he trails his hand between my breasts, down to my stomach, dipping a thumb into my bellybutton.
“Lower,” I groan.
He listens, but he doesn’t put his hand against my sex like I want him too, instead caressing my thighs, my calves, shifting higher up on the bed to touch me everywhere. He trails his fingers up along my inner thighs and then back up between my breasts, grabbing them, touching all around my nipples without actually brushing across the peak of them.
I’m gasping, barely able to catch my breath at all the sensations. Usually, it’s been fast and hard, rough, sudden, but now it’s so intimate and sensual that I feel wet pooling between my legs.
“Camden, please,” I plead. “Touch me more.”
He finally cups my pussy, pressing his thumb against my clit and hooking two fingers inside me, and I moan so loudly that it’s almost a growl that comes out of my throat.
“my dirty girl,” he teases, pressing his fingers deeper, pressing tighter against my clit and using his other hand to drag his fingers across my nipples, slowly and torturously.
“Camden, you’re being mean,” I pout, and he presses even deeper inside me but it’s not deep enough. It’s not his cock and that’s what I want. “I want more,” I plead. “Want you to fuck me.”
“No, no,” he chides, pumping his fingers in and out of me. “None of that until you get the okay from the doctor. And stop moving so much. You’re going to hurt your shoulder, and then I’ll have to stop.”
I freeze, going ragdoll beneath his touch. “No, please,” I beg. “Don’t stop.”
I’m approaching orgasm quickly, and with one last thrust of his fingers inside me, I come around them, clenching hard.
Camden groans and I can see the tent in his sweats, I know he’s hard.
“Let me touch you,” I tell him. “Let me make you feel good, Camden.”
“No,” he says firmly. “I’m taking care of you.”
“You don’t have to- ahh!” I cry out as he shoves his fingers back inside me, vaulting me into another orgasm immediately. Then he moves his fingers to circle around my clit, sliding through my wetness easily. Camden ducks his head to take a nipple into his mouth and then another, deftly using his fingers to make me fall apart all over again.
I come again and again, and by the fifth or sixth time, I’m tired and sore.
“Not again, Camden, please,” I beg, the opposite of what I’d been begging him before.
“Think you can give me one more,” he pants, and I can see how much this is affecting him. “Want to taste you so bad.”
He settles between my thighs, licking up my inner thighs and biting marks there until I’m nearly wailing for him to touch me again. My body feels hot all over, my thighs trembling. I’m desperate for him.
He laps gently at my clit, circling his fingers around my entrance before sliding just one finger inside and pumping it slowly. He drags the flat of his tongue along my swollen clit and I cry out his name, putting my hands in his hair.
“That’s it, principessa. Ride my face,” he commands, and I grind myself against his face, unable to stop myself. I come again, clenching tightly around his fingers and moaning, and Camden slowly removes his fingers, popping them into his mouth to suck them clean.
“Now,” I say, looking down at his tented pants. “Now, fuck me,” I plead.
Camden smirks and shakes his head, and stands up a bit unsteadily and walks into the bathroom. I can hear him panting and then crying out, and he returns sweaty and smiling sheepishly.
“I wanted to watch,” I pout, and Camden chokes out a laugh.
“You are a dirty girl, aren’t you?” he asks, crawling under the covers with me and I wrap my good arm around his neck to kiss him. He tastes like me and I moan into his mouth.
Camden pulls away with a groan. “None of that, principessa. Time for rest.”
“I’ll miss this when I go home,” I say, and Camden’s face changes, going blank. Panic rises in my throat, like I’ve said something wrong, like he’s going to pull away from me for good, but he cracks a smile and I feel relief wash over me.
“I’m just tired,” Camden says.
I know he’s been up late searching for Marco, talking to Dante and others in the life, so I don’t argue, just cuddle against him.
“Took a lot out of me, holding back like that,” he jokes, and I chuckle.
“You won’t have to hold back when Jimmy tells me everything’s fine,” I say, and Camden hums in the back of his throat.
“You don’t want me to hold back, do you?” he asks in a low, dangerous tone. “You want me to fuck you hard and rough, don’t you?”
“Maybe,” I say, feeling uncommonly shy when he talks like this and hiding my face in his neck. “But I think you like fucking me hard and rough,” I respond.
“Maybe,” he answers, and then he buries his face into my neck, breathing me in.
I hold him happily and it’s easy for me to drift off when he’s in my arms like this, despite all the danger and unease looming around us.