[~Song Recommendation: I'll Make Love To You by Boyz II Men~]
This time, Cammy smiled—her first smile since arriving at Greg's villa. It made Greg's heart skip a beat and then pound so intensely that he could hear it echoing in his ears.
He was perplexed by what was happening to him. Was he about to have a heart attack? But no… Cammy's next action was surely the one that would make his heart stop.
He watched as she let go of her dress, allowing it to fall to the ground, revealing her body, with only her lacy panties covering her lower half.
"I'm fine with that…" Cammy said as she grasped his collar, drawing his face closer to hers. "Now, kiss me…" she whispered seductively.
Without hesitation, he closed the distance, devouring her lips while pulling her body tightly against his, feeling her warmth, and her hard nipples touching his skin.
Cammy gasped as her body pressed against his, sensing the raging bull that was eager for her touch.
'Oh my God! He's so aroused; I can feel his hardness already!' she thought, frightened and excited as she braced herself to explore the uncharted territory awaiting her.
Her hands traced his broad, strong chest, feeling its strength and solidity.
'Oh God, I'm touching another man's body!' she shouted silently in her mind.
Duncan was the only man she had ever been with; he had been her first in every way. Yet, she had never felt this level of need from his touch—only with Greg.
The more she kissed Greg and felt his touch, the stronger her desire for him became, making her crave even more…
Her hands fumbled with his shirt, eager to remove it entirely, before she traced her fingers over his arms, feeling the firmness of his sculpted muscles.
However, her hands did not stop there as they went further down, her fingers touching the waistband of his pants. But the thought of undressing another man other than her husband weakened her resolve, it scared her.
Before her courage fully faltered, she felt Greg gripped on her wrist, as he released her lips, and whispered, "Not yet, Ms. beautiful. Let's take it slow… I want you to remember our time together as your best without any regrets. I want you to remember me as the man who made you feel important and wanted.
Tonight you're the only woman in my life. The only woman my eyes see and my mind thinks of. You are mine, and mine alone. Do you understand?!"
Cammy nodded before Greg's lips crashed on hers. It didn't last long and soon she heard him say, "Let's make you comfortable…"
He leaned down, sliding one hand behind her back while the other slipped under her legs, lifting her off the floor.
Greg gently laid her on the bed and leaned in closer. He softly brushed the back of his hand across her cheek, his thumb lightly tracing her lips.
"You're fucking stunning, Cammy, and don't let anyone make you think otherwise. Your husband's a fool for letting you go. I'm going to show you exactly what you've been missing. Even if it's just for tonight, I promise you won't forget me. After this, I'll be the only man in your mind," Greg said before capturing her lips in a passionate kiss.
His lips didn't stop there as he trailed kisses down her neck, licking and sucking along the way. He made good on his promise, leaving marks on her skin that would serve as reminders of their unforgettable night.
He reached the sensitive spot just behind her ear, licking and kissing it while squeezing her breast firmly, drawing a gasp and moan from her. His other hand roamed over her soft, smooth skin, intensifying the heat already building in her body.
Greg's lips traveled down to her chest, leaving no inch untouched or unkissed. Both his hands kneaded her breasts before his tongue followed, lavishing attention equally on each one.
Cammy's fingers ran through his soft hair as she cradled his head, holding him close as he lingered on her curves.
Her mind let go of logic; she no longer cared if what they were doing was forbidden. She had made up her mind to surrender herself to him completely, letting him do whatever he desired with her tonight.
She felt his hands slide down her legs as he kissed her stomach, then lower to her abdomen, inching closer to her throbbing core. His fingers toyed with the waistband of her lacy underwear before his lips pressed against the skin it covered.
Cammy was drenched with arousal, nearly trembling from the way Greg teased her. She wanted to beg him to rip her underwear off and end the sweet torment, but instead, he kissed her through the fabric, his lips pressed between her legs. Then he inhaled deeply, savoring her scent, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand in anticipation.
The rousing scent of her arousal made the beast between his legs throb even harder, straining against the fabric that barely contained it.
"You smell divine. I can't fucking wait to taste and devour every inch of you," Greg murmured between kisses.
"Then do it. Stop teasing me, please…" she pleaded, her voice trembling with need. Just as she reached for him, he slowly slid down the black lacy fabric, revealing her dripping desire.
He removed her underwear with a sensual grace, sitting up in front of her as he carefully lifted her legs and rested them both on his left shoulder. Cammy blushed, her body tensing as the light from the bedside lamp illuminated her fully, highlighting the changes in her body and skin from giving birth not long ago.
Feeling self-conscious, she instinctively reached for the blanket to cover herself, but Greg swiftly tossed it aside along with her discarded underwear.
Avoiding his gaze, she crossed her arms over her abdomen. "Please don't look at me like that. It's embarrassing... This is why I wanted the lights off."
Greg gently guided her chin back toward him until their eyes met. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about. Your past shaped who you are today. Without it, I wouldn't have met you, and we wouldn't be here together tonight. Be proud of every scars and marks on your body, Cammy—they're proof of your strength and courage."
With tender care, he reached for her arms, watching her every reaction to ensure she felt safe with him.
Her tension melted away when he unexpectedly kissed the back of her hands like a true gentleman. She was caught off guard by the sweetness of the gesture. "What are you doing to me?" she murmured.
He simply smirked before turning his attention back to her legs resting on his shoulder, pressing kisses along their length. His lips moved with deliberate care, easing her into complete tranquility as his hands glided over her smooth skin. Slowly, he spread her legs apart, exposing her soaking core.