Dirty moments chapter 13 by Akarana

[akarana]

Big Thank you to Gianna for her advice and her betaing skills. Also I should thank hot4squints  who came up with the "Seventh wave" idea. I combined that with some others and hope you like the dirtiness.

Chapter 13: Seventh wave and all is well

When he left the Jeffersonian that evening Hodgins decided to get something to eat before going home. As he walked up to the Founding Fathers bar though he saw that Angela and Wendell were inside, flirting, laughing, and necking. He watched them for a moment, sadness engulfing him as he couldn't shake the thoughts of the last time he and Cam had been somewhere acting like this; like they didn't have a care in the world. It seemed so long ago. He turned around, suddenly not hungry anymore and crossed the street. There while crossing the street out in the cold, dark night everything suddenly became clear to him as he put it all together in his head. He knew now what he wanted and he needed to talk to Cam. Right then.

"Hey, I wasn't expecting you tonight," Cam said in greeting as he let himself into her apartment. He had been afraid that Michelle was already asleep and he didn't want to ring the doorbell or knock. Cam was sitting in her living room, a light blue blanket wrapped around her feet, watching TV and the scene was so familiar it slowed down his furiously beating heart and calmed his breathing.

"I know it's late, but I just... I really need to talk to you," he blurted out and sat down in the recliner, wringing his hands.

"Ok, anytime," she smiled and he realized that she had made a decision as well; otherwise she wouldn't be so calm.

"I... can I start, please?" he asked her and looked from his hands.

"Go ahead," she nodded and sat up so she could look at him.

"I wasn't lying when I said that I had been thinking about it on New Year's Eve and the days after. I just couldn't make a decision. I didn't know whom to choose, you or my potential future kids. I tried to imagine a life without them. I tried to come up with arguments on how to convince you to have at least one and I tried to picture what my life would be like without you and Michelle. I couldn't decide," he started, the whole time staring at his shoes. "But then... I think you noticed that I was upset over the whole Angela and Wendell thing?"

"I did notice," she confirmed and wrapped the blanket tighter around herself.

"I was so angry suddenly, but not only at them, mainly at you as well," he admitted.

"I figured from the whole 'blowing the heads up experiment'," she said with a tiny smile.

"Sweets told me I was grieving and he also asked me if I wanted Angela back," he went on.

"What?" Cam said surprised.

"He didn't mean it like that... it's hard to explain out of context. He basically pointed out a flaw in my logic," Hodgins tried to explain. "The whole time I tried to make up my mind and decide between you and kids and I couldn't do it. And it's no wonder, because that's not the decision I have to make. The whole thing was just... wrong." At that Cam looked even more confused than she had been during his rambling before. "I can't decide between you and kids because there won't be any kids without you," he said and stopped for a second so they could both let his words sink in. "What Sweets made me see is that no matter what woman would come along after you, I wouldn't want kids with her. Angela was the one who brought up the topic back when we were together and I agreed. But I... I really only long for kids with you. So if you don't want any then I simply have to deal with it and accept it, appreciate what I have and how lucky we are. I love you and if you're not going to be the one who'll be bearing my kids, then so be it. No Hodgins offspring," he said, slightly out of breath and looked at her again. "After all even if we decided to have kids, it doesn't mean that it would happen and I wouldn't leave you then either."

"That is the sweetest declaration of love anyone has ever made to me," Cam smiled at him, truly touched. She held out one hand to him and he took it and let her pull him on the sofa next to her. She pressed her lips to his in a short kiss and cupped his cheek with her hand. "I broke down on Christmas when I talked to my dad and I told him about the pregnancy," Cam admitted.

"Oh boy," he muttered. "I'm so dead."

"He was great. He was there for me, for the first time in a really long time. I was suddenly overcome with grief for everything I lost: my mother, Andrew, Michelle, our baby..." she admitted and he pulled her closer to him. "I had an… epiphany, yes I think that's the right word, on New Year's Eve, when I suddenly saw you there with us, with my dad and Michelle. And I could imagine us with kids, keeping the crazy family traditions alive that my mother started," she told him hesitatingly.

"Does that mean...?" he smiled and his eyes sparkled with joy.

"It means that I think we should definitely try at one point. How about we first decide that this stupid time apart is over and see what happens?" she grinned, stroking over his cheek. "Seems like we both made a decision the other one can live with."

"Great idea," he nodded and kissed her. "We both realized that no matter what, we only want it with each other."

"We can't wait for too long though, because I'm not getting any younger," she told him and his smile brightened even more.

"But I don't want you to feel pressured. When you're ready to try and have a baby, we'll do that and if you don't feel ready, then that's just the way it is," he said and she nodded.

"Sounds good," Cam replied and gave him another kiss.

"Then move in with me and we can start right away," he told her and raised his eyebrows suggestively.

"We have to ask Michelle first," she laughed at his enthusiasm and leaned back, slowly lying down on the couch and pulling him down with her.

"As if she'd really say no," he snorted and kicked off his shoes and tried to take off his jacket, while she kept her hold on him.

"She might surprise us by just being a teenager," she wondered and took his scarf off, then threw it on the table.

"Michelle loves me," he said exaggeratedly. "Probably even more than you do," he added and scrunched up his face when she started laughing. "Ok, that sounded wrong," he admitted.

"Oh yeah," Cam kept laughing and he finally managed to take his jacket off. "Back again for five minutes and already making a mess out of my place," she told him when she saw his shoes on the floor, his jacket hanging off the couch and his scarf on the table.

"And you love it," he grinned cockily and finally lay down on top of her.

"I do," she nodded and let her fingers glide through his hair.

"And you love me," he smiled even wider.

"I do," she said again.

"Will you say 'I do' to everything I say tonight? Cause I might get tempted to fly off to Vegas with you," he laughed and she playfully slapped his shoulder.

"That's something my dad would really kill you for," she told him.

"Will you tell me what happened between you and your dad on Christmas?" he asked, changing the topic back to something more serious.

"I will," she said. "But not tonight please," she pleaded.

"Not tonight," he agreed. "There are more important things to do tonight."

"Oh, like what?" she smiled up at him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"I can think of something," he grinned back and kissed her again, longer this time. When he wanted to pull back she held him close and deepened the tender kiss. With a sigh he closed his eyes and cupped her cheek with one hand, while the other tangled in her long hair.

"You'll stay the night?" she asked against his lips when he flipped them over, afraid he would crush her with his weight.

"Do you really need to ask?" he smiled and kissed her again. She melted against him as they lay kissing on the couch, his hands slowly wandering under her shirt, their legs tangled together.

"Oh boy... that's something I didn't miss while you two were being crazy," Michelle busted them and they froze. Then they all started laughing and Michelle took her shoes off and walked over to them.

"Hi Michelle," Hodgins grinned sheepishly from under Cam.

"Hi Dr. Hodgins, nice to have you back," she laughed. "Although that means I have to play babysitter again," she sighed dramatically and sat down in the recliner where Hodgins had sat earlier that evening.

"I don't think you two mind that I change the channel? It's not like you're paying attention anyway," Michelle teased them. Cam giggled and rested her head against Hodgins chest, letting him envelope her in a tight hug.

"You're ok down there or do you want me to move?" she asked him, afraid she would be too heavy after a while.

"Don't you dare!" he replied and tightened his hug on her.

"Just an offer," she mumbled against his chest and felt him playing with her hair again. Soon his hands glided over her shoulders to her back, massaging her neck. Completely caught up in what he was doing he first kissed her forehead and then peppered random kisses all over her face and made her purr in contentment.

"Please, guys! I don't want to see or hear any of this," Michelle complained.

"Sorry," Cam apologized embarrassed while Hodgins just chuckled.

"How about we go to bed early today?" he asked Cam in a whisper, his breath tickling her skin giving her goose bumps.

"In half an hour? Now is just too obvious," she whispered back.

"You know what?" Michelle asked annoyed, because she had heard what they had said, the TV not loud enough to drown out their whispers. "Why don't you go to your room, I go to mine and use my headphones to watch TV, and tomorrow morning when we meet at breakfast we'll pretend this conversation never happened?" she said, already sitting up.

"Sounds good," Hodgins shrugged while Cam was too embarrassed to speak.

"Ok, then see you in the morning," Michelle told them with an eye roll and a wave, and walked into her room and firmly closed the door behind her.

"You heard the kid, let's go," Hodgins laughed when he saw Cam's stunned expression and pulled her off the couch and into his arms.

"If I had known as much about my parents sex life as Michelle does about ours, I'd probably have killed myself," she told him while she switched off the TV and then followed him to the bedroom.

"Oh God!" he exclaimed and scrunched up his face.

"Oh, now you're mortified?" she laughed at him this time. "You wanna sleep out on the couch, just to prove a point?"

"No way," he said, closed the door behind him, wrapped his arms around her waist, and buried his face in the crook of her neck. Cam only laughed and then turned around in his arms. The kiss was soft and tender at first as they explored each other anew after all these weeks apart. Slowly Cam unbuttoned his shirt while his hands were back under her top. He got out of the grey fabric and let it drop to the ground without stopping the kiss for a second. When he stood before her in his T-shirt and jeans she pulled back from him, playing with the hem of his shirt.

"How about we celebrate with a nice hot bubble bath?" she smiled shyly at him.

"Great idea," he told her with another kiss. "Do you have champagne here?"

"No, but I think there's still red wine in the kitchen," she said. "You get it?"

"Sure. Anything else?" he asked her, still holding her tight.

"No, just hurry," she grinned and watched him walk out of the room. While he was gone she took the bathrobe he had forgotten at her place out of the closet and hung it back on the bathroom door next to hers. Next, she ran the water so it could heat up and took the candles from the shelf in the bathroom and placed them on the rim of the tub. She lit them before she switched on the CD player she had left in the bathroom when she had taken another relaxing bath a few days ago.

"Wow, didn't know you had candles in here," Hodgins grinned when he came back and locked the door behind him.

"You found the wine?" she asked him with a smile.

"Yes, I did," he said and showed her the bottle and the glasses when she turned around. Cam dimmed the light, took the bottle and the glasses from him, put them on the edge of the tub and wrapped her arms around him again. She didn't say anything, but kissed him softly before she pulled his shirt over his head. He followed her lead and took off her shirt as well. They took their respective shorts and jeans off and he helped her into the now filled bathtub. The scent of the bubble bath filled the room and he glided in behind her.

"Can you hand me one of the hair clips?" she asked him, remembering her hair as she started to lean back against him. "Sure babe," he replied and reached over to the shelf and handed her a clip. She twirled her hair and wrapped it up so it wouldn't get wet, then secured it with the clip. Meanwhile he filled the glasses with wine and handed her one when she leaned back against him, sitting in between his legs.

"To us," she smiled happily at him.

"To us, baby," he replied and kissed her lips before they sipped their wine.

"I missed you calling me that," she admitted after she swallowed.

"Good to know I was missed," he grinned and put his glass down.

"Of course you were," she said and pulled his head down to her. She put everything she had in the kiss and showed him how much she had really missed him.

"When will you move in?" he asked her slightly out of breath once they broke the kiss.

"If it was just me I'd say tomorrow, but I really have to talk to Michelle first."

"If she doesn't want to move out of here I will just move in," he shrugged with a teasing grin.

"We'd all drive each other nuts," she laughed.

"It's up to her to decide whether she wants to live in close quarters and know everything about each other or if she wants some space and spare herself some unwanted knowledge," he replied laughingly.

"I'll talk to her tomorrow," Cam laughed.

"When can you get out of your lease?" he asked her, pulling her even closer to him.

"I don't have one. The condo is fully paid," she told him and took her glass again.

"You'll have to think about if you want to rent it out or sell it," he nodded.

"Tomorrow. Today I don't want to think anymore," Cam smiled and took his glass out of his hand.

"I definitely like the sound of that," he grinned back and brought his lips down to hers. She broke the kiss shortly after when she turned around. Together they sank lower into the water, her lying on top of him while he rested his head against the edge of the bathtub. He let his hand glide from her neck slowly down her spine to her rear and back up again in a fluttering touch that tickled her wet skin. He followed the trails of the bubbles down over her hip bones, then back to her thigh while she lay in his arms and let him kiss her. He didn't dare do more, afraid and insecure about what he was allowed to do. When Cam noticed his hesitation after a while she broke the kiss and looked questioningly at him while she stroked through his damp hair.

"What is it?" she asked him when he didn't react and started avoiding her eyes.

"Are you healed?" he finally said and looked at her again.

"Healed?" she raised her eyebrows, not knowing what he meant.

"After the miscarriage and everything I'm afraid I'll hurt you," he admitted nervously.

"If I wasn't already in love with you, I'd be now," she smiled at him, her whole expression overflowing with adoration for him. She pressed a kiss against his lips before she went on. "I'm fine, Jack. We just have to use protection because I'm not on any birth control at the moment," she let him know.

"I'm really worried about hurting you. I still hear your doctor talking about rupturing tubes and inner bleeding…" he trailed off. Cam smiled sadly. It was true; they hadn't made love since before they had found out about the pregnancy.

"I can give you the medical details tomorrow, but tonight I just want you to make love to me. I missed you… I missed this," she told him and felt him pulling her more into his body.

"I missed everything about you. How you laugh without being able to stop when you find something really funny," he replied and placed a kiss on her throat, then on her left cheek. "I missed how your skin always smells like expensive body lotion, even if you haven't used it in a while." Another kiss on her right cheek. "I missed how you taste and those little noises you make when I kiss you and nibble at your lips." He kissed her lips this time and did what he had said: nibble softly on her lower lip and then let his tongue glide into her mouth. He was rewarded with the soft sounds of appreciation he had talked about. They kissed for a while and his hands started gliding over her body again- except this time he didn't stop and let his hands glide between her legs to tease her.

Cam let the sensations wash over her together with the cooling water and just lay in his arms, nuzzling his neck and enjoying his caresses.

"You wanna get out of here?" he whispered in her ear, his hot breath tickling her skin.

"Yes, let's get out," she nodded and slowly sat up. She pushed herself up and took a large towel off the hook over the tub and handed him the other. He steadied her when she climbed out and followed her, drying off his upper body and then slinging the towel around his hips.

Cam secured her towel in front of her chest and took the hair clip out to let her hair down. She grinned when he wrapped his arms around her from behind and felt the warmth from his skin seep through the towel to her own skin.

"Ready for some fun?" he smiled and kissed her cheek.

"Somehow that sounds dangerous and promising all at the same time," she giggled and Hodgins pressed another kiss against her shoulder when he heard it.

"I just think we should really make up. There are some things I know you like... and some things I really like..." he grinned.

"Oh my God," she said, her voice becoming husky, because she suddenly had a very clear picture in her head about what he was planning.

"I take that as a yes," he chuckled.

"Absolutely," she nodded and laughed when he scooped her up in his arms. She had to unlock the bathroom door as he carried her out and without much ado he dumped her on the bed. He locked their bedroom door just in case, although he highly doubted Michelle would come anywhere near it, even if the house was on fire.

With the towel still wrapped around his hips he leaned down over her, grabbed her by the ankles and pulled her to the middle of the bed, which made her laugh again. Like an expensive and delicate present he unwrapped her from the towel. He put a hand over hers when she wanted to take it out from under her.

"Leave it, we might need it," he grinned and raised his eyebrows.

"I will be so dead after this. Last time I was hoarse for two days," she sighed but lay down anyway.

"I didn't hear you complain," he laughed and finally joined her on the bed by lying down next to her.

"Never," she laughed like it was the craziest idea ever. With an amused smirk he kissed her hungrily, his left hand wandering over her exposed body. His hand roamed over her belly, leaving no place untouched. Gently he massaged her breasts and rolled her hardened peaks between his fingers while continuously kissing her. She pulled him closer and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. When she massaged his scalp with her fingernails while she let her hands glide through his curls again and again he felt himself harden even more, his erection brushing against the towel that still covered him.

His lips wandered down over her throat to her chest and joined his hands in stimulating her breasts. He knew he had made her orgasm once simply by doing that and knew how to do it again. But this night that wasn't what he wanted. It had to be stronger than that. Much stronger.

Her hands were still running through his hair as she pushed him closer to her skin. From time to time she gasped quietly, her breathing getting faster.

"Babe, you want me to keep going or move faster?" he asked her and licked the underside of her breast with his tongue.

"Just stay right here," she sighed and closed her eyes.

"Ok," he said, the vibrations of his voice further teasing her, before he nipped at her nipple, sucked softly on her breast, then moved over to the other side. When he took his mouth away he blew cold air against her wet skin and sent a shudder through her. When his lips were back kissing and sucking on her chest he felt her slowly pushing his head down and followed her lead. He placed kisses on her belly again, right where he knew their baby had been. She had lost weight during their semi-break-up, he noticed now, and vowed to himself that she would soon have it back and maybe even more, depending on when they decided to try again for a baby.

He worshipped her body, then slowly sat up and kneeled beside her, never taking his mouth from her delicious skin. He kissed her knees when he pulled her legs up, spread them, and placed her feet on the towel covered bed. She shifted when he spent some time kissing her inner thighs, the anticipation growing within her. She had never been with anyone that made her lose sense of time and space when making love. Sometimes he started pleasuring her and she came to her senses two hours later, completely exhausted and surprised when she realized how long he had teased her. She opened her eyes and smiled at him, watched how he lost himself in kissing her skin. He felt her eyes on him and stopped, leaned his cheek against her thigh, and looked up at her.

"You're ready for more?" he asked.

"Bring it on," she chuckled and kissed him passionately when he came back up for a moment. She remained passive and let the sensations carry her when he finally lowered his head between her legs, pushed her thighs further apart, and kissed her labia. He stroked over her thigh with one hand and kissed around her opening, never touching the spots that would bring her the most pleasure. They had all the time in the world from now on, they wouldn't be separated again, and he would make use of the time and enjoy her body and make her enjoy it.

With measured pace, the tip of his tongue made light and gentle circles over her clit, softly arousing her. Her clit grew firmer and he could taste the moisture that slowly pooled between her legs. With his left hand he reached up to caress her breasts again, just as lightly as he kissed her. His lips were fluttering over her sex, barely brushing against her before he let his tongue glide over her again.

Her hand covered his and when he looked up he found her massaging her own breasts. He took his hand away, moistened the tip of his index finger as she watched him, her eyes open again. He advanced it gently into her wetness until his fingertip reached the spot inside of her that he was looking for.

"Uh," Cam sighed, her eyes fluttering close and he took it as proof that he had found it.

He paused for a moment, smiling within as he saw the need written all over her face now. He began to tease her faster and faster with his tongue, moving his finger in unison inside of her. She let him gently awaken her body and mind but massaged her breasts in his rhythm. Slowly but surely she responded; her moistness becoming wetness. With maddening deliberateness, he explored her with the tip of his tongue.

Desire shot through him when she tightened on his finger and moaned quietly while she bit her lower lip. He thrust himself deeper within her, his finger caressing her more insistently. Her moans and grunts of approval became more frequent, her hands lying beside her head, grasping the pillow she had pulled down. On the verge of losing control, she raised her hips against him with desperate and urgent need.

"Jack, I'm so close," she let him know quietly and opened her eyes. Her brown orbs pleaded with him to push her over. He resisted for a while, kissed her inner thighs again, her stomach, as his fingertip kept rubbing against her.

Cam brought her leg down involuntarily when his lips were back where she wanted them the most and he sucked her into his mouth. He pushed it back up with his free hand, tortured by the pleasure that he felt coiling within her. Her back arched off the bed and her breath quickened. This time she resisted for longer than he thought she was able to. However, her body begged for release and he urged it on, lapping at her with wild abandon. She felt him curl his finger inside of her, moving against her with just the perfect pressure.
Finally her body succumbed to the demanding yet gentle tip of his tongue and the slight but sure strokes of his fingertip upon the special spot inside of her.

With a silent cry she spasmed on his finger as the climax ravaged her. He didn't stop, his relentless fingers and tongue driving her higher and higher. She gasped for air, her eyes staring blindly up at the ceiling as she clutched at the pillow. Her wetness coated his lips and flowed down her body, seeping into the towel.

"Oh God, Jack, stop," she begged with a shaky voice, her thighs pressing against his cheeks as she clamped her legs together. She trapped his fingers inside of her, squeezed them and didn't give him a choice but to pleasure her some more. He grinned when he heard her beg and nipped wickedly and softly at her clit. He didn't give her a chance and before she could try again to make him stop, she started flying once more. Caught up in nothing but pleasure she called out to God and his name, which made him worry a bit about the volume.

Not enough to stop though, his fingers still moving as her climax endured. He didn't give her a moment to calm down, but kept pushing inside of her while he licked and sucked on her sex. Her next orgasm was even stronger, leaving her gasping for air and he finally had mercy on her.

He moved back up the bed and wrapped his arm around her waist while he watched her chest rise and fall rapidly. She moans like a wounded animal when he can't resist and kisses the nipple closest to him. Jack pulled back, stroked over her hair, and smoothed the long, black strands back into place.

"Welcome back, baby," he smiled down at her when she finally opened her eyes again. She smiled back up at him, but didn't reply. Instead she leaned up on her elbows and kissed him slowly and deeply. He closed his eyes and succumbed to her kiss and the arousal that was flowing through him. He lay back down beside her without breaking the kiss and cupped her cheek with his hand. Pleasurable tingles broke out on his skin when she wrapped her arms around his waist and stroked her fingertips in random circles on his skin while she kissed him.

He followed her when she rolled on her back and pulled him on top of her. She still tasted like the wine they had drunk earlier and herself. He could get addicted to the taste. Her hands left his back and glided to his rear, where she cupped his butt cheeks and squeezed them, giggling against his mouth.

"Found something you like?" he laughed with her.

"You do have a nice ass," she nodded with a cheeky smile.

"That's the only thing you like about me?" he asked her jokingly and moaned a second later when she boldly cupped his erection through the towel.

"Absolutely not," she grinned. "Just found something else." Cam slipped her hand underneath the towel, craving the feel of his skin. He looked at her wide eyed when she stroked up and down his length, just enjoying the feeling of his silky skin that contrasted the firmness.

"We still need protection," he told her, speaking while he could still think clearly. Cam sighed and he wasn't sure if it was an unnerved sigh or a disappointed one. "You have something here?" he asked her. "Please say yes," he added pleadingly and made her smile again.

"There are condoms in the bathroom," she nodded and pecked his lips.

"Where exactly?" he asked, already off the bed.

"Medicine cabinet," she replied, leaned up on her elbows and moved up on the bed, taking the pillow with her. She fluffed up the pillows and threw the towel on the floor before she lay back down and waited for him. She heard him rummaging through her stuff and when he came back he eyed the package warily.

"You're sure they're still useable? This looks kind of old," he asked her and showed her the box.

"It's been a while since I've needed some. Isn't there a date of expiry on them?" she replied and pulled one foil square out of the box when he sat down next to her.

"And?" Hodgins asked then leaned closer to look at the black square himself, knowing that the script was so small that there was no way Cam could read it without her glasses or her contacts. "Still ok," he said when he found the date on the foil and attacked her lips a second later, tumbling down with her on the bed, while she squealed and laughed.

Playfully they rolled around on the bed, kissing and teasing each other with soft touches and tickles. After a while he had the upper hand again, lying on top of her between her legs. He stroked strands of hair out of her face and looked down at her.

"You realize that our talk today means that if we follow through there'll never be anyone else we'll be doing this with. Only us," she told him and traced his lips with her index finger.

"Good," he simply said and pursed his lips to kiss her finger. She embraced him for his answer and wrapped her legs around him. If it hadn't been for the towel he would have already pressed against her. The kiss got needy and she moved her hips against him.

"We can't go on like this. I don't want to take any risks," he stopped her. After all they were both scientists and knew that not only penetration or ejaculating inside of her could cause a pregnancy. "Where did you put the condoms?" he asked her, knowing she threw them somewhere when he had tackled her to the bed.

"I think they're on your side," Cam told him laughingly. He searched the bed and finally found them halfway under his pillow. He carefully opened the square, threw the foil on the nightstand and grinned when she loosened the towel from his hips. "May I have the honor?" she grinned and held out her hand.

"Sorry, babe, but no. I have plans for us and if you do this it'll be over before we get to them," he shook his head.

"Come on! I haven't done this in forever! I won't tease you, I'll just roll it over," she pouted and made him laugh.

"I'll hold you to that," he chuckled and handed her the condom. She turned it to see which side had to go up and then rolled it onto him with a look of concentration on her face while he gritted his teeth.

"There," she said proudly and couldn't help brushing her fingers against his balls, making his erection twitch against his stomach.

"Minx, I'll make you pay," he laughed and rolled over onto her again, pressing her into the mattress with his welcomed weight.

"I'm waiting for it," she replied and bit her lip to keep from laughing. He kissed her lips first, then nibbled at her neck and made sure to leave a hickey just below her collar bone. His hands slipped under her thighs and stroked over them first before he lifted her legs, bent them at her knees and pressed her knees to her chest. Cam, who knew what was coming, stayed like this while he kneeled in front of her and then pulled her lower back onto his thighs. He wrapped his hands around her ankles next, placed a kiss on each foot and placed them on his chest so that her lower back was tilted in the air, her shoulders, upper back and head still resting on the mattress. He leaned his cheek against her lower leg and looked down at her smiling face, then moved his hips forward and slowly pushed into her. In luxurious bliss she closed her eyes and tried to keep herself from pushing back at him.

Just as slowly he slid back out, just to push back in a second later. Six times he kept the slow rhythm and at stroke number seven, he pushed his hips forward as hard as he could and went in deep, hitting that spot inside of her again that was still tingling from his earlier ministrations.

"God, I missed this," she sighed, her voice already shaking with pleasure.

"This position or just us having sex?" he asked her as he kept his rhythm with the six light strokes followed byand one hard stroke.

"Both. No other guy and no other position can reduce me to a boneless heap on the bed," she said and moaned when the seventh push was harder again.

"We can do this every day if you want," he said, his voice slightly shaky by now as well. Still, he didn't lose his rhythm.

"It would be... too much," she pressed out as the first pleasurable shudders went through her. He felt her clench around him and was suddenly grateful for the condom that was helping him keep it together.

When she started moaning even before he went in for his seventh stroke he knew she was close again. Many women complain that their men can't make them orgasm; if only those poor bastards had an idea about the female body and the potentials it held, he thought and slammed forward again.

She was right on the edge, he could see and feel it as she pushed against him- with him- now. He gave her the last push by tapping his finger lightly against her clit.

"Oh Jack," she whispered breathlessly as she started shaking. He kissed and licked the inside of her knee and thigh as far as he could reach while she calmed down, but he never stopped entering her in the now familiar pattern.

"It's not stopping..." she sighed and kept clenching around him while he pushed into her body again and again, harder on the seventh stroke. Her walls were massaging him, her wetness seeping out on his skin and the sheets and he knew he was nearing the end as well.

With the last shred of willpower he tried to keep up the rhythm when he felt the familiar sensations starting, but Cam destroyed his plans, taking her feet from his chest and wrapping her legs around him. She pulled him down onto her by his hand and wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him as close as she could.

"I love you... I love you," she whispered in his ear, repeating it like a mantra. His thrusts got more erratic and powerful. She moved with him, the waves inside of her slowly ebbing as the different angle made him slide deep inside of her. She stroked her hand over his forehead and felt it get wet with sweat. She could only guess that they had been going at it for longer than she realized.

"Jack, let go," she told him finally, when she saw on his face how hard he was trying to get her over the edge again. She took his hand that lay beside her head, laced her fingers through his and brought their joined hands between their bodies. She placed his fingers between her legs where she needed them. He got the message and provided the necessary stimulation with his fingers.

"I... love you... too," he panted. "... Together..." His lips found hers and swallowed her moan as he worked her up to the cliff again. When it didn't work like he wanted he pulled back, circled his hips and didn't go all the way... just as much as needed.

"Ah yeah..." she gasped as she pulled away from his lips, panting as hard as he was. They looked at each other and in silent agreement let go at the same time, holding each other close and burying their cries of completion on each other's shoulders.

"I can't be without you anymore," he admitted in a whisper so quiet that she nearly missed it. She didn't know what to do with this admission so she just hugged him more tightly to her and placed kisses on his sweaty face.

"You don't have to be," she finally said, not trusting herself to say anything else without starting to cry.

"I'll be right back," he said when he had got a hold of himself again and got off the bed. He went into the bathroom for a moment and came back out without the condom, but with a cold washcloth.

"Thanks," she smiled when he handed it to her, while he dried his face with the towel he had brought as well. They threw both items on the floor and snuggled up to each other when he crawled back into bed with her.

"I'm so tired now. You wore me out," she said and yawned, resting her head against his naked chest.

"That's what I'm here for," he winked at her and had to yawn as well. She laughed when she saw it and pulled the blanket up over them. "Hard work," he added and placed a kiss on the crown of her head. She smiled against his skin and didn't move even when he switched off the lights. In the darkness she felt him stroking over her arm, his nose pressed to her hair, as if he wanted to make sure she was there and would stay there.

"I was so scared that we wouldn't find common ground. I kept crying myself to sleep because I missed you," she admitted into the protective darkness. He didn't reply, he just placed several kisses on her hair and that was all she needed. All was well .

TBC