When I’m buried deep inside of Camellia, I wrap my arms around her shoulders and lower myself until there is no space between us. I begin to move slowly at first.
She’s tight and hot around me. I nearly lose my mind as I attempt to show her how much I love her. How much she means to me.
But when her breath hitches and she spasms around me, I can hold back no longer. I thrust harder, pounding into her until her pussy clamps around my cock. Her release comes first. Then I follow a second or two after her with my shout.
I don’t even know what I said as I came, but my throat is raw from shouting.
I fall onto my elbows in an attempt not to crush her.
Camellia may be tough as nails and sharp as an ax, but she’s still a petite woman.
I roll onto my back, dragging her to my side.
She strokes my stomach and my chest. Her breath is hot on my shoulder. It’s almost too much, and I’m half-hard again.
Camellia strokes down my belly, and around my dick. “Well, well, well, kind sir. Seems you have quite the stamina today.”
I take her hand away from my dick and kiss her knuckles. “It may look that way, but the reality is, I’m going to need a moment to savor what just happened.”
She kisses my chest, my neck, my lips, then hops up out of bed. “Take your moment. I need to pee this out.”
I raise an eyebrow.
Camellia swats my leg. “Seriously? If you don’t pee after sex, you’re asking for a urinary tract infection!”
I watch her head into the bathroom, her bare ass swaying back and forth, tempting me again. I don’t want to think about how she knows about this UTI stuff. I’ll chalk it up to robust research on the internet. Yes. That’s what I’m going to do.
Because even though there might have been someone else before me, I’ll be damned if there’s anyone else after me.
I’m not letting her go ever again.
