“Call me that again,” Gwendolyn said through a smile, adjusting herself beneath Cameron’s weight where they laid beneath the blankets. She didn’t think she’d ever tire of that particular pet name— his love. Then again, she adored every term of endearment he gave her.<br/><br/>Slyly, her thighs parted as she felt Cameron’s probing fingers rub her sex, sighing pleasurably, not yet tired of the feeling of him between her legs. She was indeed a bit sore, but in a strangely pleasant way— the way one felt after a nice brisk walk in the morning or after a good horse ride into the country.<br/><br/>“It’s a nice soreness,” she said, a bit breathlessly, as she looked up at him, eyes half clouded with a hazy desire for him already.