Page 47 of Just Like Summer

“Aight, I can handle that.” Cairo was on the side of the bed now, looking down as she rose to eye level.

On her knees, she put her hands on his shoulders. “I want to be yours. With conditions.”

He groaned softly. “I’m listening.”

“Don’t hurt me,” she declared.

He winced. “I can’t promise it won’t hurt, K.”

“I’ve seen you… I know it’ll hurt. I can handle that. But that’s not what I’m talking about. Don’t break my heart, I won’t make it through another one intact,” she announced. “And I don’t want to share you.”

“Anything else?”

“Can I add to the list?” she posed.

“Always,” he assured. “I got some rebuttals though.”

“I’m listening,” she buzzed, as he pulled her closer, pressing his nose against hers.

“If you mine, I’m yours. A nigga gets a little obsessive. Like I want you to myself. As long as the shit is within my power, won’t no harm come to you. If it does, you’ve seen what I would do behind you. Won’t be not one nigga standing.”

“Okay.”

“And you’re going to school. Being with me won’t stop that,” he spoke as if it were a requirement.

“Okay.”

The peck they shared grew into his tongue lapping over hers. Passionate, deep kisses trailing from her mouth to her neck then back. Kamilla threw her arms around his neck surrendering to whatever would happen next. She rested in the fact that she was safe here. The safest she’d been in so long. The most seen she’d been in so long. Before Cairo found a new place to kiss, he stopped to adore her.

“You’re so damn beautiful, K,” he declared. “You sure you want a nigga like me?”

“I couldn’t think of anyone else I’d want as much as I want you,” she softly spoke, grabbing the shirt he wore and pulling it over his head.

Cairo returned the gesture, his eyes dancing when her perky breasts came into view. Kamilla’s eyes took it all in. Every kiss and caress to her skin. The way the soft sucks to her breasts dizzied her. How her breath hitched and he groaned in return. All the locker room chatter never described this level of awareness.

Then again, none of them were Cairo.

He continued his trail down her stomach to the top of the panties she wore. His eyes on hers as his hands clenched the sides and pulled them off. Kamilla closed her thighs while Cairo inhaled the scent of her off the fabric.

“You smell this good and I only imagine how good you taste,” he groaned, caressing her smooth thighs. “You gon’ let me taste you, baby?”

Her head rocked against the pillow.

“Nah, K. See, we’re at the point where you answer now. Every thought, every command, every fuckin’ sound, I want it. It’s a requirement. Not just in here, but out there too. Now, answer me.”

“You can,” she hummed.

“Good, open up and let me see it,” he grunted.

Kamilla watched him stand as she let her thighs fall open for him. The evidence of her arousal over the short layer of hair made him bite his lip.

“How long you been like this? Leaking for a nigga?” he asked, reaching out to hook her knees and pull her to the edge of the bed.

“Since that night you touched me,” she answered. “I don’t know how to make it stop. You kiss me and this happens.”

Cairo kneeled and kissed each inner thigh. “I’m going to keep it just like that too.”

He parted her lower lips and kissed her bud, then dragged his tongue over the slickness. A low groan buzzed through him, making her moan. He did it again watching the tiny hairs on her body stand at attention. Another soft moan out of her control filled the room. Cairo rolled his tongue over her heat, sucking and groaning the wetter she became.