In Her Arms (Indigo Lounge #4)

One Year Later

ONE YEAR LATER

O ne year later, Goldie and Cameron were expected on the steps of the Met Gala. They had become public figures, beloved for their authenticity and the love they so openly shared. They even made it into DIVA magazine.

Tonight, they were official representatives of sapphic romance at the high-profile charity event, and they couldn’t be more proud of their journey.

Cameron paced the plush carpet of their hotel room, her heart racing as she glanced at the clock. “We’re going to be late,” she murmured. “Oh, my god…is Taylor Swift really going to be there? I don’t think I can handle it. What if she talks to us? No, I can’t deal. I’m still not used to this Hollywood scene.”

“Relax,” Goldie replied with a playful smile, her voice soothing. She was perched on the edge of the king-sized bed, meticulously adjusting the hem of her elegant dress. The soft fabric hugged her curves, accentuating her silhouette, and Cameron couldn’t help but admire her. “And stop it with the Swiftie stuff. I’ll get jealous.”

As the minutes ticked by, Goldie stood up and glided over to Cameron, who was fidgeting nervously with her hair. “Can I help you?” Goldie asked, moving behind her. She gently took the comb from Cameron’s hands and began to work through the tangles, her fingers grazing Cameron’s neck and sending shivers down her spine.

“You look so fucking hot,” Goldie whispered, her breath warm against Cameron’s ear. Her fingers continued to weave through the strands deftly, eliciting a soft sigh from Cameron. “And this neck of yours… It’s just begging for attention.”

Cameron swallowed hard, feeling her skin flush under Goldie’s teasing touch. “Stop,” she said, though her voice lacked the bite she intended. The gentle caress was intoxicating, and she could feel the heat pooling in her core.

“And why would I do that?” Goldie teased, her fingers now lightly tracing along Cameron’s collarbones, where the fabric of her shirt met her skin. “You look so gorgeous. I don’t think I can stop.”

Cameron met Goldie’s gaze in the mirror, her heart racing at the intensity in Goldie’s eyes. “You’re such a distraction,” she admitted, breathless.

Goldie chuckled softly, her fingers lingering just a moment longer before she stepped back, allowing Cameron a moment to breathe. But the moment was fleeting; the tension hung thick between them, electric and unyielding. Unable to resist, Cameron swiveled in her chair, their lips crashing together in a deep kiss.

It quickly escalated into exploration. Cameron’s hands found their way to Goldie’s hips, pulling her closer. Goldie responded with a harder kiss, her hands threading through Cameron’s hair, tilting her head back, and sinking her tongue into Cameron’s mouth.

Time seemed to lose all meaning as they lost themselves in each other, the room spinning around them. Goldie’s hands roamed down Cameron’s body, tracing the curves and angles, every touch igniting a fire deep within. When their kiss broke, both gasping for air, Cameron stood and pushed Goldie back against the wall, the blood pumping through her veins with an urgent need.

“Goldie,” Cameron breathed, her voice low and sultry. “I can’t even think straight when you’re this close.”

“Then don’t think,” Goldie replied, her voice a sultry whisper. “I can think of so many better things to do.”

Moments later, Cameron found herself on the plush carpet, the soft fibers beneath her body contrasting sharply with the heat radiating from Goldie above her. Goldie slipped off her panties and straddled her, positioning her vulva above Cameron’s mouth.

“God, you’re beautiful,” Cameron gasped, her hands finding Goldie’s thighs, pulling her down closer, wanting to feel the depths of her folds with her lips and tongue. The weight of Goldie’s body on top of her face sent waves of pleasure coursing through her.

“Just for you,” Goldie said, her voice low and sultry, as she began to grind against Cameron’s mouth.

Cameron’s fingers roamed over Goldie’s back, feeling the smooth skin of her ass beneath her dress. She could sense the tension, the yearning, building within them. She wanted to consume this woman whole.

Cameron moved her hand down to her own clitoris and began to pleasure herself. Her excitement grew quickly. She could feel herself teetering on the edge, lost in the throes of passion. But then Goldie’s phone rang, cutting through the haze of desire like a cold splash of water. They froze, breathing heavily.

“Seriously? It’s Steve! Will the guy ever leave me alone? I swear he knows when we’re in the swing of things. Maybe he has me tagged?” Goldie murmured, irritation flashing in her eyes. But the phone continued to ring, and with a reluctant sigh, she reached for it, still seated on Cameron’s face, her scent enveloping Cameron in an intoxicating embrace.

“Hello?” Goldie answered, her voice a mixture of annoyance and amusement. “Yes, we’ll be downstairs in ten minutes.” She hung up the phone, looking down at Cameron with a smirk. “Looks like we’re on a schedule.”

“I can’t believe you answered,” Cameron teased, her breathless laughter contrasting with the urgency of the situation.

“I had to! It’s the Met Gala. Steve isn’t fucking around tonight. He’s on edge. Big time.” Goldie leaned down again, capturing Cameron’s lips, their tongues dancing together, a fierce mingling of desires. But as Goldie began to grind against Cameron’s mouth once more, the urgency quickly returned, their passion reigniting.

Cameron’s hands moved instinctively, gripping Goldie’s hips, guiding her movements, relishing the delicious friction. Their bodies worked in perfect harmony, creating a primal rhythm. Each movement brought them closer to the edge, a sweet release that felt inevitable.

“Goldie,” Cameron gasped, her voice trembling with pleasure. “I need you to—” But before she could finish, Goldie’s phone buzzed again.

Goldie groaned in frustration but couldn’t suppress a mischievous smile. “Maybe they’ll just give up,” she teased, her breath heavy.

“Let’s hope so,” Cameron replied, torn between laughter and desire.

But Goldie couldn’t resist. She leaned down, her body still positioned over Cameron, and their lips met again in a passionate clash. The world outside faded into insignificance as they lost themselves in the moment, the intensity of their connection surging.

“Touch yourself while you're looking at me,” Goldie said, her brow beaded with sweat. “I want to watch your face as you come.”

“Oh, Goldie, watch me… Watch me come for you. I’m so fucking wet,” Cameron moaned, her breath quickening toward blissful climax.

Goldie pulled away, a wicked gleam in her eyes.

“Oh, god! You’re beautiful. I’m going to come on your face. Lick me. Lick me now,” she screamed as she moved herself back into a squatting position over Cameron. Cameron slipped her fingers into her vagina and circled her tongue around Goldie’s clit.

That’s it! Keep going, keep going...” Goldie’s body tensed and jerked as she felt a wave of pleasure spread through every cell. She looked at Cameron, a charming smile on her face.

“Well, I suppose we really should finish getting ready,” Goldie said breathlessly, her tone teasing as she reluctantly moved off Cameron.

Cameron sat up, breathing heavily, her body still thrumming with desire. “You’re right,” she admitted, but the heat in her core wished to be satisfied again.

Cameron summoned the energy to wash her face in the bathroom. Splashing cold water on her flushed skin, the coolness felt heavenly against the lingering heat in her flesh.

When she emerged, Goldie was touching up her makeup in front of the large mirror, her focus intense as she applied a hint of lipstick. “Are you ready?” Goldie asked, glancing back at Cameron with a grin that made Cameron feel almost lightheaded.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Cameron replied, feeling her pulse quicken at the thought of heading out to such a huge event with Goldie.

As they stepped into the elevator, the anticipation hung heavy.

Goldie leaned against the wall, her gaze steady on Cameron. “You know, I’ve never been so happy as I am right now, with you,” she said, her voice low and sultry.

Cameron smiled, her heart soaring. “And I’ve never felt more ready to take on the world with you. I love you.”

“I love you too, always.” Goldie smiled as she gently squeezed Cameron’s hand.

“I wonder what’s next for us?” Cameron asked.

“Maybe kids and a house by the sea,” Goldie mused.

As they smiled, hand in hand, anything felt possible, but most of all, neither of them had felt love so strong, so pure, and so capable of achieving anything.