“Oh? Why did you never tell me so before?” she murmured, sliding her palms over his shoulder, rejoicing in the feel of him tight against her and apparently in no hurry to let her go. As eager as she was to move things along, she was enjoying his caresses too much to rush.
“I always thought it,” he said, apparently distracted by the texture of her n****e against his palm. “I imagined your face while Erika f****d me most nights. She was good, but never as perfect as you.”
She gaped at him. “You thought of me when you were … with her?” she asked, slipping her fingertips up into the hair at the base of his skull and panting in response to his touch.
If she weren’t so astounded, she’d have thought the flush that rose up to color his cheeks was cute. But this was a revelation.
“Camille … I t
