“Cam, I’m too heavy to carry like this.”
I’m thrown by her sudden and rare vulnerable comment. It hurts something inside me. This isn’t like her.
Looking directly into her eyes, I ask, “Do you see my arms shaking?”
She looks down for a moment. “No.”
“Every time I’ve taken you over my shoulder, have I run out of breath or complained about being tired?”
She shakes her head.
“That’s because whoever said that to you is a weak, pathetic asshole.” I take her jaw aggressively, forcing her to look at me. “Listen very carefully, Kamila.” Her eyes are hooded with lust, but there’s shock in them as well. I’m glad I was able to bring life back into them. “You’re beautiful, and whoever says otherwise is fucking blind.” With that, I crash my lips to hers. My words seem to hit the right spot because there’s no hesitation in her movements now. She moans while trying to grind against my sweatpants. I laugh at her eagerness and at my past self, who thought only a couple of minutes ago that either she or I were going to end this.
My mouth traces her jaw, moving to her neck. “What do you need, Kamila?”
She fists my hair. “Your mouth.”
Chuckling, I nip her chin. “You need to be more specific again.”
“Want to come all over your mouth,” she mumbles.
And with that, I move to the bed, sit her down facing me, and stand between her legs. In a moment, I get on my knees, grab her thighs, bring her to the edge of the mattress, and spread them. She sits up on her forearms, looking down at me.
The second my hand touches her, I mutter a curse at the evidence of the effect I have on her body. Using her own arousal as a lubricant, I tease her clit and opening. She lets out a small gasp.
“Is this what you want?”
“Yes, please,” she whimpers.
I smile against her thigh. “I love it when you beg for me.”
Kami narrows her gaze, looking like she’s about to scold me. That is until I stick three fingers inside of her, making her back arch into an unnatural angle.
“Too much?” I raise a brow.
She inhales deeply, once, twice, before I’m met with a cocky smirk. “More like not enough,” she challenges.
There’s the confident and stubborn girl I know.
“You really shouldn’t say those kinds of things, Kamila.” I grin and bring my tongue to her clit, licking it just the way she likes it. I stick another finger in her, and she releases a scream. Moving the four fingers in and out of her slowly, the screams slowly turn into moans once she’s adjusted.
Fuck I missed this.
Once she’s gotten a little too comfortable with my four fingers, I ever so gently push the fifth one in. Kamila barely has time to make a sound before her body and pussy clench around me and she’s coming all over my mouth.
“That's right, give it to me.” She squirts more than usual, and I groan at the taste. I lick her clit through her entire orgasm until she’s pushing my head away. This time, I don’t make her come again. I want the next one to be around my cock.
When I stand, I’m met with unnervingly wide eyes. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
Kamila sprints up from the bed. “Because that was better than I remembered. Every time it just gets better.”
I lift both brows. “I’m surprised you would admit that to me. Although the evidence of it is all over my face and your sheets.”
She blushes, ignoring my comment, and kisses me, tasting her own release on my tongue, which seems to get her going again. Kamila isn’t satisfied with just one orgasm since I started giving her at least two each session, which is part of why I hated the quickies we were having.
“I need you to fuck me.”
No objections here. In a matter of seconds, all my clothes are on the floor.
