Making love to her

Camille's POV

"Too much?" I grinned at Gavriel who eyed my lingerie like it was some forbidden contraption that I shouldn't be wearing.   

Perhaps it should be forbidden. I gotten it a year ago when I had been on one of my many shopping sprees.  

It was a one-piece black lingerie made from ropes and tiny patches of fabric. The tiny patches covered my nipples and a bit of pussy. Asides from the patches, well I was practically naked.  

But that was one of things I loved about lingeries. They made covers just wanted men to see but let enough to tease a reaction out of them.  

"Too fucking little," he rasped. "Get in here," 

"I brought a little something we could okay with," 

I held my hands up and he groaned.  

"Is that lube and a dildo? Camille," 

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