Author’s Note: I’ve been sitting on (pun intended) @ashtonmore ‘s NSFW request for #11 sex on a table or counter. I had something a lot naughtier in mind, and then there was the incident that shall not be named in the Perfect Match finale and I just couldn’t. So here’s something a lot more smuffy but hopefully still satisfying @ashtonmore.
I hope you enjoy, thank you for reading! 😘
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Camille fumbled to get her keys in the lock while balancing her armful of shopping bags, finally inserting the small metal object successfully and clicking it in the keyhole. She gave the sticky front door a firm shove and pushed it open, shuffling into the entryway noisily. “D, are you here?” she called out as she set her bags on the floor and set her keys on the side table before turning to shove the still stubborn door closed behind her. She leaned back against the door and closed her eyes, exhaling a long sigh of relief as she let the cool sensation of the air conditioned climate overtake her.
She traipsed wearily through their apartment towards the living room, fully anticipating to find her boyfriend laid out on the couch with a beer watching sports of some sort. But as she ventured closer, she heard faint music playing and the clank of dishes coming from the direction of the kitchen. A wave of fragrant, comforting aromas infiltrated her nostrils as she turned the corner to peek into the kitchen.
Camille watched in amusement as Damien continued his task, completely unaware that she was observing his little show. He was working the griddle, monitoring and occasionally flipping what appeared to be grilled cheese sandwiches while also cutting some fresh strawberries for a fruit salad. His hips rocked slightly to the beat of the easy listening station playing from the radio, and every once in a while he released a quiet high-pitched lyric of Al Green’s ‘Let’s Stay Together.’ She couldn’t suppress a giggle as he spun around towards the fridge, but upon seeing her in the doorway he instead shimmied his way across the tile floor to greet her.
Damien didn’t say anything in his greeting, but instead continued his soft singing. Loving you whether, whether … Times are good or bad, happy or sad. He wrapped one arm around her waist and took one hand in his as he twirled her around the kitchen a few times before placing a chaste kiss to her cheek. He stopped to pick up a glass of white wine off the kitchen counter and handed it to her before grasping his own tumbler of Bacardi on the rocks and moving back to check on the stove.
“Well this is something I could get used to coming home to.” Camille sipped the cool, crisp wine and leaned against the kitchen counter while she admired Damien’s handiwork. “What’s the special occasion?”
Damien smirked over his shoulder at her. “Isn’t any day with grilled cheese a special occasion?” Camille quirked an eyebrow at him. “Well, to be honest, I just finished a big case today …” he turned to face her directly, “and I thought we could celebrate.”
Camille pressed her hand against her chest dramatically. “Celebrating with wine and grilled cheese … my God, you really know how to woo me!”
“I’d like to think so!” Damien chuckled as he dished up the sandwiches on plates and carried them over to set on the kitchen table. He stopped in front of her on his way back, a devilish look in his eye. “Maybe you can help with dessert later.” He winked and turned to grab the bowl of fruit, leaving Cami a bit flabbergasted at his heated implications. She shook her head to regain her composure before joining him at the table to eat.
Camille bit into her grilled cheese and moaned as the creamy, buttery, carb-filled goodness enveloped her senses. “Ohmygaahhhhhddd…” she muttered as she savored the comforting flavor. “You can seriously make this any time you want.” She swallowed the first bite and quickly took another delicate taste, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy.
One corner of Damien’s mouth turned up as he observed her orgasmic eating ritual. ”If that’s the reaction I get, I think I might.”
Cami’s cheeks flushed slightly. “Sorry, I guess I was just hungrier than I realized. I did a lot of walking today.” She took a long sip of wine before turning her focus to him. “So, the case ended well? Does this mean I’ll get to see more of you from now on?”
He nodded his head in agreement as he dished out the fruit on each of their plates. The soft, melodic tunes filtered in from the kitchen. “Yes, my client was very satisfied. He even threw in a little extra for my quick turn-around time.” Camille noted the slight scowl that spread across his face.
“Well, extra’s good, right?” She asked in a concerned tone.
“Yes, of course it is. I just…” He hesitated and looked up at her while she munched on her fruit, eyes fixed on his as she waited for him to continue. “I’ve been thinking about doing something a little more stable lately. And my friend at NYPD says I’d be a good candidate for a detective position.” He paused, trying to read her expression.
“Wow. I think that would be a great thing for you. But … why the sudden change of heart?”
His eyes locked on hers, cast with sincerety and emotion. “Actually, I’ve been thinking about it for a while now. I like where this is going …” he motioned his hand between the two of them, “and maybe I’m ready to settle down a bit more. Have a steady job with security, insurance …” He stopped as Camille reached for his hand and grasped it in hers.
She didn’t say anything at first, she just smiled and rubbed her thumb along his hand, her eyes never leaving his gaze. “I think you’d make a great detective, D.” A simple statement, but Damien recognized the affirmation in her eyes. She was in this for good, too.
A familiar song fluttered through the air and his ears perked up. “Heh, I think they’re playing our song.”
Camille gave him a puzzled look and turned her head towards the music. I’ve been really tryin’, baby, Tryin’ to hold back this feeling for so long … A knowing smile spread across her lips as she recognized the iconic lyrics of Marvin Gaye’s ‘Let’s Get It On.’ Damien stood as she turned back to him, pulling her up out of her chair and pressed her body flush against his. And if you feel like I feel, baby, Then, c’mon, oh, c’mon … He placed both of her arms gently around his neck, then slipped one around her waist and one hand cupped her behind as he swayed their bodies to the sultry music.
Let’s get it on, Ah, baby, let’s get it on … Her eyes locked on his and she rocked in time with him, mesmerized by the flow of their bodies. He gently pressed one thumb against her bottom lip, swiping it past the side of her mouth. “Here …you’re a mess, you have some cheese …” he murmured in a low voice. She felt that fluttering feeling deep in her core, a yearning that only grew stronger with each heated second that passed. And then he pressed his mouth against hers and the world around them was lost. She felt the table dig into the back of her thighs and the clink of dishes rustling as he pressed her against his body. Insitinctively her thighs wrapped themselves around him while he lowered her onto to the table.
There’s nothing wrong with me, Loving you, baby no no … Damien brushed the plates and dishes to the far side of the table while she fell back, his hand tracing up the inside of her thigh under her skirt. Her breath faltered as his rough fingers probed her damp panties, then gently pulled them down as he trailed wet kisses up her legs to her center.
And giving yourself to me can never be wrong, If the love is true … Camille gasped when Damien’s tongue reached the apex of her thighs, gliding his tongue through her folds before focusing on her pink pearl and plunging two fingers inside of her. She let out a soft moan and gripped his hair to pull him closer, guiding him further into her aching core as she rode his tongue. “Oohhh, D.” The pleasure was too overwhelming, she needed to feel him inside of her. “I need you … now.”
Don’t you know how sweet and wonderful life can be … Damien didn’t need much persuasion, giving her a cocky grin as he stood. He pulled her towards the edge of the table while she sat upright, trailing kisses up her body to her neck and her jaw. Her hands tugged at his belt and pulled his pants down, freeing his length against her thighs. He groaned as she grasped him firmly in her palm, stroking him up and down and along her wet heat. I‘m asking you baby to get it on with me … Camille grasped his broad shoulders as he slowly slid into her, her head falling back at the sensation.
Damien started slowly at first, but quickly picked up his pace as Camille cried at every thrust. The lyrics faded as the sound of flesh against flesh and wanton moans filled the room. Soon they were at it like wild animals, shaking the entire table as the dishware clinked together. He dropped a hand between them and tickled her sensitive bud, eliciting a hoarse shriek from her as the pulsating started deep within her. “Oohh, don’t stop Damien … ” She gasped in ecstasy as she contracted around his manhood, her fingers digging into his biceps for balance.
“Fuuuucccckkk, Cami … “ he rode out her orgasm as long as he could before pulling out, releasing his hot climax across her abdomen. His body instantly relaxed and his head dropped forward as they both caught their breath, bracing against the table to steady their shaking bodies.
They lay there on the table in silence for a few moments, Damien placing soft kisses along Cami’s shoulder while she combed her fingers through his hair. As their breathing calmed, she let out of soft chuckle and pressed a hand to her forehead. “I can’t believe I fell for that cheesy seduction tactic.”
Damien propped himself up and looked down at her. “I thought you liked the grilled cheese?”
“Oh, I loved the sandwiches … I meant the Marvin Gaye. Seriously the most abused song for trying to get laid.”
“But it’s not abused if it works!” Damien laughed as she swatted his arm playfully, rolling her eyes but not able to fight back a giggle.
When they finally emerged from the tabletop, he helped Cami wipe off before they both looked at the disaster of a mess spread across the table and floor. Sandwiches and fruit had fallen along with plates, staining the carpet with berry juice and gooey cheese.
Camille turned to Damien, who was still observing the chaos, and pulled his cheek to her mouth in a playful kiss. “Totally cheesy but totally worth it.” She smirked as she bent down to start collecting food particles from across the floor.
Damien grinned as he watched her work, shaking his head. “Hmmph … I’m just glad I didn’t make the spaghetti.” She giggled as he knelt beside her, and they worked harmoniously to clean up their ‘cheesy’ mess.
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