The third point of view
The lustful moan from Camille fueled the fire burning through Eden's vein. It was no more than two weeks since they started seeing and they were inseparable. There was no doubt that Eden liked her, not just because of the great sex but she was beautiful, smart, bold, funny - her shapely curves were just a bonus.
Anabelle, his daughter had no problem with her, In fact, he could sense the girl liked her. Eden was alive for the first time in a long time, he didn't feel that loneliness any longer. He could safely say that Camille was his sunshine; she came out of nowhere and lit up his world.
"Yes ah..," her back arched off the bed. Camille began to titillate her hips, rubbing her wet fold against his arousal, she wanted him, needed him.
Eden lowered his head and kissed her, slow and hard; deepening the kiss as their tongue tangled together, tasting each other.
