<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"You would smile too, if you were blessed with the view I am," Cameron said, pulling away just far enough to speak.  The breath of his words across her clit would arouse further, he knew.  "Let yourself come, bright heart -- feel that rising crest of pleasure and ride it.  You will feel slightly out of control -- it is alright.  I have you safe in my hands, and no harm will come of it," he promised.  "I know it will feel overwhelming.  I am asking you to trust me."<br/>
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His lips fastened around her clit, and he tongued it in a sharp, rapid pattern.  He matched that pattern with short, quick thrusts of his fingers in her cunt.  Cameron read her body's reactions, automatically adjusting his aim as she writhed under him.  By the Gods, he couldn't wait to sink his cock into her -- but he would.  He would wait until she was quite ready and then -- yes, then he would take his own pleasure, too.</span></span>