<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Cameron's lips curved against hers.  "That binding garment you wear likely does not help -- but I would prefer to think it is all my own doing, that you cannot breathe."  His fingers trailed along the rigid edges of the corset.  "I am woefully out of practice, but I believe I remember how to help a lady disrobe... if you wish it."  He did -- most certainly did.  His own clothing was not so restrictive that his enthusiastic willingness was hidden -- and he was making no effort to hide that arousal from her . <br/>
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"I adore the way that you touch me, bright heart," Cameron whispered.  "Knowing that you are... inexperienced... I would normally cede to you the control... but I think perhaps you have had your fill of giving orders and making choices of late, yes?"  He stroked her cheek.  "How then is this:  I will continue on as though you have a wealth of knowledge, and I shall not stop to ask dozens of times if this is alright, if this is good -- if you promise me that you will halt me at once if you are uncomfortable.  Aye?"</span></span>