Page 94 of Just Like Summer

Merely an inch from her face, he smirked. “Cussin’ and lyin too? Where’s my Mariposa?”

“She’s gone. Now go,” she huffed again, attempting to push him back.

Cairo caught her wrists and pinned them over her head. “I missed you too.”

She avoided his eyes. The alcohol in her system fighting with her pride.

“I stopped missing you,” she sassed.

“Them tears tell me otherwise. Come eat.”

She nipped her quivering lip, inhaling his scent. The intrusive thoughts, the wet dreams, the longing swirling with the bitter reality that their demise was her doing. “I don’t want to eat.”

“What do you want? Say it, Mariposa.” Now his lips brushed against hers with every word. He gently nipped her lip. “What do you want?”

Her eyes fluttered, tears still dropping. He could never stand to see her cry and he knew that these rivers that flowed from her eyes were his cross to bear. He kissed each stream before demanding again. “Say it.”

“I want you. But you didn’t want me,” she whimpered.

Cairo kissed those pouty lips. “Don’t ever say that shit again. You have no clue how bad I burn for you. How I had to smother that fucking need to be in your skin so I could survive away from my energy source.”

“I would’ve waited for you. I did it anyway. I would have waited,” she cried.

He silenced her with a deeper kiss. Releasing her wrists so those arms could find their home around his neck again. Free hands gathering the fabric of her dress, pulling it over her hips. His fingers danced into the heat of her apex, and Cairo groaned into her mouth.

“You still love me. I can feel it,” he grumbled, lifting her off of her feet and carrying her to the bedroom. He deposited her on the bed, taking in the beauty she was. Cairo didn’t give a damn about that ring or the corny nigga who put it there. He still had agency over her mind, body and heart.

Hooking the seat of her panties, he tore them off and stuffed them into the pocket of his shorts. Fingers inched into her wetness, the wince that fused into a moan at the invasion. The tightness. She was still his. A few stretch marks over her hips, only enticing him more. Cairo dipped his head between her thighs with the need to taste.

“Ahh, mmm,” she moaned. The glasses of champagne made her throw her resistance to the wind. “Cairrooo.”

“Mmhmm,” he groaned, happy to be reunited with her flavor. Sucking, slurping, and rolling his tongue over her bud, he welcomed the quake. No one had been here. No way with the way she was shaking, moaning, and splashing over his nose, mouth, and chin.

“Why do you do this to me?” she moaned, looking down her midsection at her pussy splash and ooze for him. “Don’t stop, please.”

He didn’t. He pulled another eruption from her depths before standing up and snatching his clothes off. Kamilla pulled her dress over her head tossing it along with her bra. Cairo positioned himself between her open thighs, catching her lips, neck, and breasts with his mouth as he pushed inside of her tautness.

Kamilla inhaled a wince and exhaled a moan. Her legs placed over his shoulders as he leaned in, giving her every merciless inch.

“You give my pussy away, Mariposa?” he questioned, inhaling her moans.

“N-no. Cairo. I- shhhiiittt,” a moan so pretty filled his ears. She attempted to close her eyes to avoid the intensity while he drilled into her.

“Look at me.” His command made her eyes flutter open. “You give my pussy away?”

“No,” she whined.

“No what?” he growled.

“No, Cai Baby. I didn’t. This shit is still yours,” she admitted, eyes rolling into the back of her head. “Don’t do me like thissss.”

Passionately, he kissed her, knowing the five years without her would force an early release. This time, he wasn’t pulling out. She wouldn’t get this far from him again.

“You love that nigga?” Cairo gritted.

“No one,” she fought to get out, her pussy expanding and tightening to accept his release into her womb. “No one. I can’t love no one but you. Shiiiittt.”

“Uh huh,” he grunted, his strokes shorter and more erratic. “That’s my girl. You my moon?”