Gwendolyn’s hand affectionately ran through the tendrils of Cameron’s hair as he traveled down her body, humming in agreement with each kiss, squirming in anticipation as he inched closer to her wet lower lips. Now that she knew what heaven it felt like, the previous jitters from the night before were gone. Only anticipation remained. Everything about him turned her on— how he touched her, how he spoke to her, his handsome countenance, his body. The fact that having him bed her was her reality and not a conjured dream was still difficult to even fathom.<br/><br/>“I’m g-glad you enjoy it,” she murmured, losing herself when he hummed against her clitoris, already sensitive and dripping, “hopefully, it’ll be to my benefit.” She dampened her moan by covering her mouth with her wrist, wary of any passing staff overhearing. The door to her chambers was heavy, but even so— she wanted to be careful. Her free hand buried itself into his hair as she slowly rolled her aching cunt against his mouth, eager for pressure and friction.