Page 66 of Just Like Summer

Kamilla sucked his inches, perfect suction that made him lean back, exhale and thrust his hips upward. Every glint of pleasure resting on his face was a snapshot in her mind. The view of him fully surrendered to her giving him pleasure made her yoni throb.

“Damn, Mariposa,” Cairo hissed like a snare drum. “Don’t be shy, baby. This your dick.”

His eyes were downcast, watching her throw her inhibitions to the wind. Kamilla’s moan vibrated around his length. Each bob and moan of encouragement prompted her to go further, gagging slightly as he hit the back of her throat.

“Pretty muhfucka,” he grunted.

Her hands were used to assist, while her eyes fluttered closed, engulfed in the moment. Kamilla’s muffled moans matched his grunts.

“Come here,” he gritted, lifting her up and placing her on the couch. “Open up for me, Beautiful.”

Seduction resting in her eyes as if they were a canvas painted just for him, Kamilla parted her thighs, barely touching her wetness while Cairo took his spot between them. With just enough juice on her fingertips, she placed them at his lips.

Hungrily, Cairo sucked the nectar from her fingers and hooked her thighs. Bringing her right to the edge, he buried his handsome face between her thighs and made a mess of her.

“Cai Baby,” she panted, her hands on the back of his head, feet in air, toes curled. “You make me feel so good. Shhiiitttt.”

Cairo smirked against her center. “As good as you make me feel, baby. You taste good as fuck.”

“I- I’ve been eating pineapples,” she moaned, fisting his hair. “Mm, babyyy.”

“Don’t stop doing that shit,” he groaned, pushing his fingers inside of her, rocking them and sucking her bud, earning the explosion he craved. Her juices coating his tongue. Kamilla writhed against his face as her hips grinded.

“B-baby,” she panted, hooking his chin. “I want to feel you. Come inside.”

Cairo cleaned the mess of her before falling back into the cushions and pulling her onto his lap. “Ride this muhfucka, baby.”

Kamilla lifted up, holding on to his shoulders, slowly kissing his lips while he invaded her walls so deliciously. A moan into his mouth while her walls melted then wrapped around him, coaxed Cairo to slap her ass and thrust upward. He devoured her mouth, sucked her neck, licked her collar bone, grinded upward into her.

“You get wetter and fuckin’ wetter. Gahdamn, K!” he gritted.

No more words could form, all she could do was moan, hiss, and quiver against him. She dropped her forehead against his, inhaling his exhale, moan for moan. She vibrated, yoni gripping and releasing him, coaxing seeds her womb had already accepted.

“I fucking love you,” he groaned shakingly.

“I love you too.”

They came down from their high, ate and now, Cairo sat on the floor, Kamilla’s leg over his shoulders and her hands in his hair.

“Can I braid this?” she posed.

“We got some time. The longer your hands on me, the better.”

“You call me, I’ll come by with a kiss or something. You know... take the edge off,” she offered, running her hands through his coils. “That way you won’t lose your complete mind away from me.”

“I can get behind that shit,” Cairo rumbled, kissing her ankle. “K…”

“Yes.”

“I’m going to get us out of here, I’m going to use this money to put you through school and I’m putting you in a mansion,” he promised. “That’s my word. And that’s-”

“On Azul,” she buzzed, grabbing the comb off the end table.

“You know it.”

“Cai…”

“Yes,” he hummed, eyes floating closed.