[~Song Recommendation: Ordinary - Alex Warren~]
Greg slowly withdrew his fingers from her, coated in her essence, watching as Cammy trembled through the aftershocks of her climax. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, lips parted, lashes fluttering against her flushed cheeks as she struggled to catch her breath.
He stayed close, his touch turning tender—devotional—as he untied her wrists and ankles one by one. With each knot undone, he pressed soft kisses to the delicate indentations the ropes had left behind.
His thumbs gently massaged the tender skin where she'd strained and pulled in the throes of ecstasy.
"You're okay?" he whispered, brushing his lips along her wrist.
Cammy nodded weakly, but her eyes—now gleaming with mischief—locked on his.
Before he could reach her final ankle, she surprised him—grabbing him with sudden strength and flipping him onto his back. Greg let out a soft grunt as he landed on the bed, the move catching him completely off guard.
