The Swing Set: Cameron: (The Swinging Florida Keys #1) Page 2

  “Please, what?”

  “Take me.”

  “You can do better than that, San. I know what you’ve been reading. I know you know the words. Try them out for me.”

  “F-fu-”

  “Go on,” he said, pressing his tip against my opening without actually entering.

  “Fuck me,” I said, biting the words out. They were foreign on my lips even though I’d read them over and over. I’d heard plenty of people saying it. They were just words. But they felt like so much more.

  “Good girl,” Cameron said and rewarded me by sliding his length inside of me. “How does that feel?”

  “Good.” The word came out like a moan. Honestly, I thought I was going cross-eyed with the sensation.

  “Can you feel the plug in your ass?” As he asked it, he used his thumb to press on it.

  “Yes.”

  “Do you think you can handle bigger?”

  I couldn’t even answer him, it felt too good the way he was moving inside of me, hitting my walls just right. Then his already slow thrusts slowed and I looked in the mirror to see him reaching down for something. He was getting the larger plug out of the box and slathering lubricant on it.

  “Relax, baby,” he said and my sphincter contracted around the smaller plug as he carefully removed it. It was the weirdest feeling, but I didn’t have long to formulate how to describe it before he was inserting the larger one.

  I fisted the sheets at the intrusion and then Cameron was stroking my back soothingly. “You okay?”

  I jerked my head up and down in something that was supposed to be a nod. Then he picked up his pace and I moaned loudly. I’d never felt this full, and it was indescribable.

  “Watch us,” Cameron said and I realized I’d dropped my head. It took all my strength to lift it to look in the mirror.

  Cameron’s muscles were flexing as he held his grip on my hips while thrusting forward and I could see the perspiration coating his skin. He was working hard to hold back.

  I gritted my teeth. “Faster. Harder.”

  Cameron’s fingers dug into my hips hard enough to bruise and I could see the tension in his body just before he decided to give me what I’d asked for.

  I cried out as he slammed into me, his hips pistoning against my ass, pushing the flat tip of the plug deeper against the rim. I forced my head up and saw my breasts bouncing with every thrust, saw that my eyes were almost black, and the tendons on Cam’s neck standing out as if they might break at any moment.

  “Fuck, I’m c-”

  Cameron exploded deep inside me and I felt him pulse against my walls, setting off a series of tremors in my inner muscles. Before he’d spent himself completely, my walls clamped down on him, milking the last drops from him.

  He rolled me with him as he collapsed and held me close. As the arousal faded, the soreness set in and we both winced as he pulled out of me. The plug, however, remained nestled in my ass.

  “Are you okay?” he asked, stroking my shoulder and making me turn my head to face him.

  “That was… different.”

  “Regrets?”

  He looked worried and I smoothed the frown lines with my palm. “No.”

  “You sure? You can tell me, you know? No secrets.”

  “I’m a little scared.”

  “Tell me,” he urged, propping himself up on his elbow to look down at me.

  I gingerly shifted so that I was on my back, despite the pressure that put on the plug up my butt.

  “I’m scared that you’ll think our usual… activities… will feel boring now.”

  “Babe,” Cameron said with a sigh and kissed me. “Nothing you and I do together will ever be boring to me.”

  “Are you sure? Because there are so many women out there that-”

  “San. Come on. You’re the only woman for me, you know that.”

  I bit my lip, wondering if I should bring up Tanya’s suggestion. Cameron obviously thought I was doubting him, because he spoke again before I could decide.

  “Did you just do this for me? Because you got it into your head that I’m not satisfied?”

  “No. I wanted it.” I put my hand on his chest. “It was amazing. It’s just… sometimes, well most of the time, I struggle to be direct when it comes to sex. We don’t really talk about that stuff.”

  “Stuff?”

  “Like… fantasies. Do you have fantasies that I’m not fulfilling?”

  “Do you?”

  I attempted a shrug, but I couldn’t pretend anymore. We needed to have this conversation.

  “The other women in the book club are really open about their sex lives, and some of them enjoy living out their fantasies. They’re saying their relationships are better for it. And I guess it got me wondering if-”

  “If our relationship could be better? You’re not happy with the way things are?”

  “Of course I am. I love you. I’m so thankful for what we have. But we should be able to talk about these things, right?”

  “All right. Let’s talk.”

  “You first.”

  “Uh-uh, you want to work on your candor. You go first,” Cameron said, bunching up a pillow under his neck.

  “Okay.” I took a deep breath and pulled the cover over me. “I liked the dirty talk, but I’m not good at it. I wouldn’t mind you teaching me.”

  “Done,” Cameron grinned, yanking the cover away and reaching down to cup my sex. “Let’s start right now with some terminology.”

  His middle finger stroked me, finding my opening. I squirmed, which in turn made the butt plug shift. “This is my finger in your pussy. You like it?”

  “Cam…”

  “Would you rather have my cock in your pussy? Hm?” he said casually, adding another finger to tease my opening. “Or would you like me to eat you out? Fuck you with my fingers and tongue until you come on my face?”

  “Wait-”

  “What? What’s that, babe? Tell me what you want.”

  “The plug is still in.”

  “Where?”

  I shook my head at his relentlessness when it came to getting me to say the words. I hadn’t meant to start working on my vocabulary right away.

  “Where’s the plug, babe? Is it in your pussy?”

  “In my ass.”

  “That’s right. You want it out? Or do you want to come again with it filling up your ass?”

  I groaned and threw my arms out. Fine. I’d play.

  “Eat me.”

  Cameron laughed. “I need a bit more than that, babe. That could mean anything.”

  “Eat my… pussy.”

  “Yes, Ma’am,” Cameron said and I could feel his smile against my folds.

  Then his tongue darted out to lick me from my ass to my hooded clit. I dug my fingers into the sheets and arched off the bed. Cameron slid his hands under my cheeks and lifted me to his mouth. His tongue worked its way into my channel, and then back up to my clit where he circled the swollen muscle. He slid two fingers into me while he sucked on my clit. I could hear the squelch as his fingers worked me and when he curled them, I couldn’t hold back any longer.

  Cam looked like a satisfied cat as he brought his two fingers up to my lips, my juices coating them.

  “Open,” he said.

  My eyes widened before I obeyed. Tasting myself on his fingers was weird, but not too different from kissing him after going down on me.

  “Good girl.”

  I felt myself flush.

  “Do you like it when I say that?” Cameron asked, stroking my face.

  “Maybe…”

  “I’ll remember that,” he said, smiling. “Especially for when you suck my cock and take me all the way down your throat.”

  I turned my face away then, convinced that I was beetroot red. I’d given him head before, of course, but it was more of a quick taste to get us going. He had never come in my mouth and I’d never considered myself good at oral.

  “Hey, none of that,” he said gently
, gripping my chin and turning my head to face him. “No hiding. I’m fine with talking fantasies, but I need you to be honest with me. Just because I have a particular fantasy doesn’t mean you have to comply with it.”

  “And vice-versa.”

  Cameron chuckled. “Somehow, I don’t think I could deny you anything.”

  “I mean it, Cam. If I tell you something, do you promise you won’t get angry with me or judge me?”

  “Sweetie.” He kissed me. “I love you. Nothing you say will change that.”

  I took a deep breath. “Even if it involves other people?”

  Cameron blinked, looking stunned. Then curious. “Explain.”

  “We were talking about fantasies at book club tonight. And there was one that we all had in common. Something I never thought I’d admit got me excited thinking about. It’s only ever been a fantasy, something I enjoy reading about, but then Tanya suggested…”

  “Suggested what?” Cameron prodded when I trailed off, regretting bringing it up in the first place. Was there any way to phrase this and not have it sounding like I wasn’t happy with just him?

  Closing my eyes for courage, I blurted it out. “Have you ever heard of key parties?”

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  The story continues in The Swing Set: Adrian. Follow Sandra as she delves into a world she’d only fantasized about, testing her marriage in ways she’d never expected.