Doctor of the Heart

Chapter 8: Favourite

“Tony, can you give Cami some room on the bed? She looks uncomfortable,” Kendrick looked out from behind the camera.

That’s not why I’m uncomfortable, Cameron thought to herself from behind a fake, plastered-on smile. “You don’t have to be so close, Tony.”

“Whatcha mean, sweetheart?” Anthony got even closer to Cameron to push her buttons. “We are supposed to be makin’ love, ain’t we?”

Kendrick sighed, “These are just the promo shots, Tony. We begin filming next Tuesday. Just…give Cami a little bit more space, would you? Please?” Kendrick felt a little sorry for Cameron in her situation. He knew just as well as 90% of the staff that Cameron had no desire to make adult films, ultimately refusing until recently. Few knew why she had a ’change of heart,” however.

“Sorry, pillow princess,” Anthony smirked down at Cameron, propped up on his arms.

Cameron rolled her eyes at Anthony. She hated being fully exposed to anyone besides her partner. “Golly gee, thanks, mister.” She said sarcastically.

“That’s better. Now, Tony, put your knee here. Move your arm a little lower. Cami, can you at least pretend to look aroused?”

She grimaced, feeling Anthony’s member against her thigh when he had moved his leg. “Sorry, Ken,” Cameron exhaled, before changing her facial expression into what she hoped Kendrick was looking for.

“Nice, guys. Just a few more, I promise.” Kendrick took the pictures, the shutter clicking with every push of the button.

***

Cameron opened the door, tossing her bag onto the counter by the door and letting out a deep sigh. “That good, huh?” James gave Cameron a small smile.

“Oh, Jimmie,” Cameron came over to where he was sitting, kissing his face repeatedly. “What are you doing home already?”

“Already? It’s almost 8.”

She spun around to look at the wall clock, “Oh, so it is.”

“Long day, sweetie?” James pulled Cameron into his lap. She rested her head against James’s shoulder.

“Much too long.” She sighed, closing her eyes. Quickly fluttering them open when all she could see was Anthony staring hungrily down at her. She might have to take some sleeping medication tonight. “I love you.”

James chuckled slightly, “I love you too, baby girl.” He wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her slightly. “Are you hungry? I’m sure you haven’t eaten since breakfast.”

Cameron shook her head, “No, I had a protein bar between shots.”

“How long ago?” James c****d an eyebrow at her.

“Like 1:30? 2 o’clock, perhaps?”

“That was six hours ago. C’mon, you should eat something, Dove.” James slid Cameron off his lap before standing to go into the kitchen.

“Really, James, it’s alright. I don’t have much of an appetite,” Cameron mumbled.

“Just a little something, please? I don’t care if it’s a salad, a can of peas, a graham cracker, or whatever little snack you usually have when I’m not here.”

She sighed, defeated, “Alright, perhaps a cup of yoghurt. One cup of yoghurt.”

“Would you like anything with it? Plain Greek yoghurt is basically sour cream. Change my mind,” he opened the fridge to retrieve the tub for her.

“I do use it as sour cream, too. I haven’t bought sour cream in almost a year. It’s versatile, more cost-effective, and high in protein.”

“Are you advertising for the yoghurt company?”

“I could, I have the legs for it,” Cameron laughed.

“You sure do, sweetie,” James kissed her behind the ear after he set the small bowl of yoghurt in front of her with a spoon.

“Shoo, troublemaker. Do you want me to eat something or not?” Cameron winked at James.

He laughed, “You’re right. I’ll make trouble for you later,” he said as he traced her shoulder blades with his hands before going to sit back down in the living room.

***

“Jimmie?” Cameron had finished her snack going back to the living room to sit with James once more. He was not where he once was, though. “Jimmie?” She looked in his office, but he wasn’t there either. She was about to call out to him again, but noticed their bedroom door slightly ajar. Pushing the door open, Cameron thought that James had lain down to take a little nap while he waited for her to finish eating. Upon seeing him on their bed, she was half right. “What a treat for the eyes…sir,” Cameron smirked.

“James patted the bed next to him. “Water’s fine, sweetheart. Join me, won’t you?”

Cameron giggled, removing her shirt in front of him, and shimmying out of her tight skirt. Shivering slightly when James traced her spine with his coarse fingertips. His hands needed her backside, slipping his hands into the back of her panties. “Jimmie,” she gasped at his touch.

“You know what those beautiful little sounds do to me, baby girl,” James growled in her ear.

“Why don’t you show me?” Cameron breathed.

“With pleasure, Missy,” James said between kisses on her chest and bosom. With one hand on the back of Cameron’s neck to hold her in place, James used his other hand to rub her inner thighs and trace her nether from over her panties until he could feel her moisture on his fingertips. “Such a good girl for me, Cami.”

“Jimmie,” Cameron whined, biting her lip.

“Tell me what you want, princess. I want to hear you say it.”

“Take me, please.”

James smirked, sliding her panties from her hips, flipping Cameron onto her back after he tossed her panties across the room. Cameron’s legs over his shoulders, he gently traced her folds with his tongue. This coaxed a small moan from Cameron’s lips, her thighs tightening around the Doctor’s head as she felt his mouth against her. “Be patient, baby,” he spoke into her, causing Cameron to arch her back slightly. He enjoyed making her squirm with pleasure, grinding against his mouth, her hips telling him she wanted more as Cameron grabbed his hair, trying to trap him inside. He wasn’t complaining; he was enjoying the taste of her, pleased he could offer her some stress relief after her day.

“James, f**k me,” Cameron moaned, her breathing starting to sound ragged, “please.”

“You have to let go of me first, princess,” he licked her folds once more before she released her grip from his hair.

“Good girl,” James said, wiping his mouth, lowering Cameron’s legs from his shoulders. Readjusting his position before thrusting his throbbing member inside of her. His hands on her hips, watching her breasts bounce with his rhythm.

“Oh, yes, James. Like that,” Cameron moaned, James slowing his rhythm to give his full length to her. Cameron’s moans started to increase in frequency and volume the closer she got to reaching her climax.

James took notice, tightening his grip on her, trying not to speed up with his excitement, “God, Cami, you feel so good,” James groaned. Her wetness could be felt on his thighs. Cameron grabbed the sheets, riding out her orgasm as James continued his thrusting until he told her he was about to arrive at his own climax shortly after. The sweat dripped down his chest as he breathed heavily afterwards.

Sliding his member back out of her, James lay down next to Cameron in their shared bed, holding her close. “Jimmie,” she whined, “I’m still horny. for you,” She rubbed her backside against James’s member as he recovered.

“Give me a few minutes, sweetheart,” He panted. “I’m not as young as you are; it takes a lot out of me. But I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, and I’m flattered you want seconds.”

“You just turned 41 in October,” Cameron scoffed, “you aren’t old.”

“I never said I was old, I just said I wasn’t as young as you are.” James sat up, reaching for a bottle of water that was half drunk on his nightstand.

“Well, your grey hair makes you look distinguished, anyhow.”

“It’s grey because of stress, darling.”

“I’m sure it is,” Cameron giggled, kissing his neck.