In a heartbeat, he lowers his face, kissing me, forcing me to taste myself. He’s drenched with my release and it tastes heavenly mixed with his masculinity.
After all he’s done for me, I still haven’t even touched his cock. I sneak my hands between us, but he pulls his head back, spins me around, and catches both of my hands, slapping them firmly on the rail.
His legs bend beside mine to get his cock between my thighs and at exactly the right angle to prod against my entrance.
If I don’t tell him now—
He pushes, sliding between my lips, stretching them around his thick tip. It’s absolutely fucking perfection. We both gasp as he pauses.
Another flex of his hips and he slides in slowly, grunting as he goes. “Holy fuck, Camilla. You’re so damn tight. I am going to call my brothers. I don’t want them interrupting our weekend.”
I can’t object since this is all I want to do for the next year or two of my life. Having him inside of me is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. My breaths are ragged.
He slides a hand up my back and around my chin to turn my face to the side. He leans forward, his lips inches from my ear. “Camilla, have you had sex before?”
His cock swells inside of me. He wouldn’t pull out if I said no, would he? “Only with my vibrator.”
“You should have said something. I wouldn’t have done it like this.”
“You wouldn’t have made my fantasy come true?”
“I plan on making all of your fantasies come true. But you should have told me.”
“Youshould finish what we started and save the conversation for when your cock isn’t inside me.” I wiggle my hips and his entire body tenses.
“What if I don’t ever plan on taking it out?”
“Fine. Save the conversation for pillow talk, regardless of where your cock is. I really need to come.”
He drops his lips forward, kisses my cheek then back into my hair, which he also grabs a handful of as he stands. Gently pulling my head back, he asks, “Do you like that?”
“Yes.” I don’t know if I beg or whimper or what that is that comes from me. I’m losing control. My hips are bucking. I’m sliding myself over his cock.
“I need to move hard and fast, Camilla. Are you okay with that?”
I mumble a strained agreement, attempting to keep quiet in case someone’s outside. But once his hips slap into me, I scream out, “Oh my god. Yes, that’s it.”
Austin’s primal growl takes over. His body slams into me over and over again. I come undone with each stroke of his swollen tip over the sweet spot inside of me. My legs are coated as our mixed release overflows my sex.
I sink onto the rail and he collapses on top of me. Eventually, he carries me back inside. We clean up and make love a few times through the night, so I’m surprised when I wake up in the morning and he’s gone.
After a few seconds, the smell of cinnamon rolls fills the air—even more surprising. I pull on a pajama top and panties and head downstairs. His brothers aren’t supposed to arrive for a couple more hours, leaving me hopeful that we can sneak another quickie in before they get here. And maybe we’ll finally get to that pillow talk.
Downstairs, I pad silently into the kitchen, where his back is to me. My legs and other parts are sore, but I’m hungry for more, and the cinnamon rolls will only feed one of those hungers.
Is he wiping the counter? What a fucking god. He knows how to cook, clean, fuck. Sweatpants, no shirt, pure perfection. If his father is like this, I understand why my mother did what she did. I shove that thought aside as I step behind him.
I reach around his waist, pressing my tits into his back, shamelessly running my hand over his cock. He startles and turns quickly, grabbing both of my shoulders as I stumble.
His shock is replaced by confusion. “Camilla?”
I’ve been ridden too hard to leave any doubt that last night was a lot more than a dream. Is he clamming up? “One more time, pretty please, with a cherry… well, sorry, I’m all out of cherries.”
Amusement plays in his eyes but he keeps space between us. “One more sounds delicious.”
I reach for his cock but he grabs my hand and kisses it gently. His scruff is a lot longer than I remembered. Did it grow that much overnight?
“There’s so much you don’t know, Camilla.”
