Chapter 29 #2
The sound of a zip pulls me back to face her. Her hands are working on undoing my trousers while she continues to suck on my fingers. She moans when she breaks through the layers and palms me through my boxers, then grasps my hard length.
She watches me as my breaths tremble from her touch. She finishes with one final suck on my fingers and releases with a loud smack of her lips. Pulling my boxers down in one swift motion, my cock springs free. She stands from the bed and kneels next to it on the small platform.
What a beautiful fucking sight.
I follow, standing in front of her, my cock almost hitting her in the face. Not that she seems to mind.
She opens her mouth, tongue out, forcing saliva to drip down her chin and onto the glistening head of my cock.
And fuck if that’s not the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
“What’s it going to be, Camila?”
“You don’t control me, Xander,” she replies. Her tongue darts out, licking up the underside of my length.
“Oh, fuck,” I hiss quietly.
Her small hand wraps around the base of my cock, sending immediate shivers up my spine. As much as I don't want to—I halt her, gently grabbing her wrist and guiding her away.
I grip my cock. “You want my cock in your pretty little mouth?” I gently slap the side of her face with it; her mouth drops open, tongue snaking out.
Oh, fuck.
This isn’t going to plan.
I slap her again. “Answer me.”
“Yes.”
“Agree to move in with me.”
She smirks, straightening. She places a firm hand on my chest and pushes me onto the bed. Climbing on top of me, she settles her centre against the tip of my cock.
“I can wait, my love,” she purrs, and my cock twitches beneath her. I feel like I’m about to explode, so I grab her hips and slam her down onto me, giving her no time to adjust to my length. She screams out as I bury my cock inside her and her face contorts in pleasure.
My hand shoots up to her neck, gently squeezing. “Be quiet, Angel.”
Guiding her hips up slowly, I settle her back down until she adjusts to my size. She picks up pace, bouncing herself up and down on my cock, moans filling the room as heady pleasure overtakes my body.
I’m not sure I can handle much longer watching her on top of me, so I flip us over so she’s on her back. I thrust back into her with no warning, watching as my cock moves in and out of her tight cunt.
I place my hand low on her stomach and add a bit of pressure, feeling slightly as my cock thrusts in and out of her.
“Look how fucking beautiful you look taking me,” I whisper through pants. A light sheen of sweat forms on my forehead.
She whimpers.
“Move in with me,” I grit through my teeth. Placing a thumb on her clit, I circle it, eliciting more moans from her.
“Xander,” she whines.
Her perfect tits bounce up and down with each thrust. Her face is pure ecstasy. Her hair is fanned out around her.
“Please, let me keep you safe,” I pant.
“Yes,” she moans out.
I stop. Dropping my forehead to hers, our breaths come in short and quick. I peel my eyes open to find her already looking at me. Those green eyes. The ones that I could stare into forever. The ones that remind me of the little bit of comfort I had many years ago.
“I would kill for you,” I whisper, slowly sheathing myself back into her.
I pull back out, placing both of my hands on her hips.
“I will hurt anyone who’s ever hurt you.”
Thrust.
“I will make sure their deaths are slow and painful.”
Thrust.
“I will make them bleed while they’re on their knees, begging for your mercy.”
Thrust.
“If there is one thing I know for certain, Camila, it’s that nothing would ever stop me from keeping you safe.”
I place my fingers back on her clit and rub in tandem with my thrusts. She moans my name, and that’s all it takes for my balls to tighten, that tingling spreading over my spine.
“Come for me, Camila.”
Her walls grip my cock as we both come undone. I fuck her through her orgasm, and when her body goes slack, I pull out and release all over her stomach. Painting her. Marking her with my cum.
“Mine,” I pant.
We both stay there, panting, her arms and legs clutching me like I might also be her safe place. Golden morning light radiates between us. And this is somewhere that I wouldn’t mind staying forever.
After a few minutes of drinking each other in our post-euphoria state, I blink out of it.
“Stay here,” I instruct, reluctantly peeling myself away.
I pad over to the en-suite bathroom and turn on the shower, adjusting the dials to get the right temperature.
If I had one in here, I’d be running her a bath. But I don’t, so this will have to do.
Pulling out two fresh towels, I set them on the his-and-hers counter to the right of the shower.
When I emerge, Camila is still spread out on the bed, vacant eyes staring at the ceiling.
Shit.
I knew this was a bad idea. I should’ve talked her out of it. We should’ve waited—
Her head turns towards me, morning sunlight lights up one side of her face, and she smiles. A genuine smile that hits me right in the cold, dead heart.
I walk up towards her, gathering her from the bed bridal style, taking her to the steaming shower. Placing her down and steadying her back so she doesn’t fall, I guide her under the showerhead. Water spills over her long, blonde hair and washes away the remains of me from her skin.
She tilts her head towards the ceiling, letting the water slide down her face. And I just stand there and watch. How, even doing a simple task, this woman is still mesmerising.
She opens one eye, looking at me, and her mouth curls up in a smile. “Aren’t you joining me?”
Taking tentative steps towards her, I join her under the shower. Red starts cascading down my body, washing away all the dried blood from Aidan.
She takes a shampoo bottle from a small shelf built into the shower and squeezes a small amount onto her palm. Taking a step closer, she stands on her tiptoes and spreads the shampoo into my hair.
“That’s better,” she whispers. Her eyes search mine, and in this moment, I realise that I’m fucked.
Completely and utterly fucked.
Not just because the woman with eyes the colour of my childhood teddy bear has me wrapped around her finger, but because her eye colour might not be the only thing I’ve started falling in love with.