“Good, then if it is too much, if you want me to stop, just say “Baltimore,” and I will stop. You will be safely home again. I promise. You will be safe. Will you agree?”
Cam wanted to object again but the look in Michael’s eyes held her riveted. She closed her eyes, suddenly embarrassed, as well as confused. Suddenly, she wanted to be under Michael’s control. She wanted Michael to touch her, to take control of her. She wasn’t sure how to react.
Taking Cameron’s silence as concession, Michael’s fingers slowly began their soft tracing of the line just inside the waistband of her bikinis. Cam dropped her head back and wallowed in the sensations.
She lifted her hips as Michael slowly coaxed the shorts and panties down, past her thighs, over her feet. Then kneeling between Cam’s legs, Michael began a slow, deliberate stroking of her inner thighs, her pelvis, and just the edges of the triangle of dark hair.