She arches up her eyebrows. “I feel like I have so many climaxes to make up for. Mine and others…” She paints a circle around my belly-button. My body responds accordingly. “And by others, I mean you.”

Though my body is in a high state of arousal, there’s one thing we haven’t yet addressed. “I wouldn’t want to limit your new-found sources of pleasure when you are back in Paris.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that we’re not going to see each other for at least two months. You’ve just learned all about the gratification of being with another woman. We can talk about this. If you want to… explore.”

“I’ve waited a long time for this. I’m sure I can wait a little longer for more.”

“I would understand, is all I’m saying.”

“Will you be exploring your pleasure with other women?” she asks, her finger still circling my navel.

“God no.” I smile up at her. “I’m pretty convinced no other woman can make me feel like this.”

“Like what?” Camille smiles at me coyly as she lets her finger dip lower. “Can you describe it for me?” Her voice has gone low.

“How about I show you instead?” I repeat her words from earlier.

“That works for me.” Her finger has drifted all the way between my legs.

Instinctively, I spread them more. It’s only the tip of her finger touching me, yet it feels like so much more. My body responds as though Camille has her hands all over me. My back arches up to her. My whole being is attuned to her. The first time we ended up in bed together, it still felt like I was trying to exorcise the last remnants of Rebecca’s presence from my mind. Now, it’s all about Camille. Everything associated with Rebecca feels like a lifetime ago. My life before Camille. The life that will, in a way, end tomorrow already. Better make the most of it now. No more thoughts about our upcoming farewell. I need to believe that there’s only now.

It’s not difficult, because Camille’s finger is skating along my throbbing pussy lips. She kisses me, then slides her body down. As she does, I find the camera and glance into the lens. I want to know what I look like in this moment. I want to remember it forever. These delicious few seconds of extreme anticipation. Her finger hovers, but it’s near enough. She sits between my legs and looks at me. To have this woman look at me like that. She looks like she’s about to lick her lips, but there’s awe in her face as well. I wish I had set up a camera at the head of the bed so her expression right now could have been captured as well.