Chapter 17
seventeen
She woke up before him. The heat radiating from his body making her sweat.
With the increased L.O. heat and his, she chose to shower, make pancakes and map out the rest of her time in L.O.
with her new job. How much money to save, how much to give Dania, how much she owed on her tuition for the following semesters.
It was all to keep her from climbing back on top of Cairo.
Not that she would know what she was doing if she did.
It was the thing that pulled her from the bed into his arms. She craved him.
If it were nothing but his touch, smell, and the cadence of his breathing – she wanted it.
It was mind-altering. And even if she tried to put words to it, she couldn’t.
This was one of those things that just happened and it would grow into something that was the best thing for her.
A tap of knuckles against the door took her attention from the notepad she swiped from his nightstand to the door where he stood, wild hair, no shirt, basketball shorts hanging low on his hips.
“I can come in?” he asked.
“It’s your room,” Kamilla answered, trying to get her eyes to pull away but they wouldn’t.
“I had everything but a shirt,” he stated, moving to his dresser. “You good?”
Kamilla bobbed her head. “Yeah, I am. You?”
Cairo looked at her in the foggy mirror. “Better. Thanks.”
She nipped a smile as the static of nerves threatened to seize her body. There was something she wanted that she wouldn’t get until she said something. She was sure about it, she just needed to say it.
“You know,” she started, shakingly. “You don’t have to keep doing that.”
Cairo raised a brow. “Do what?”
“Keep sleeping on the couch or the floor,” she replied. “The bed is big enough.”
Cairo pulled the shirt over his head, turned and looked at her. A slight smile on his face. “Two things – I asked you to be my girlfriend last night. You curved a nigga. If I get in that bed with you, I’m going back on my word and I’m not that type.”
She swallowed the nervous lump in her throat. “I have an answer…and I know what I want.”
“Yeah?”
She swayed in agreeance. “Yeah…”
“I’m listening, K,” he prompted her to continue.
“I’d really like to be your girlfriend,” she announced, luring him to erase the space between them.
“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.
Kamilla felt like she was getting ready to levitate. She covered her face and breathed through the best thing she’d ever felt.
“Uh uh,” he grunted, moving her hands from her face. “Watch me.”
“Okay,” she breathed, through a moan.
One finger inside of her, she hitched then moaned when the discomfort turned into pleasure. He slipped another long digit inside, hooking them and letting them dance until he found it. Kamilla gasped, fisted the sheets and let the moan flow out of the room.
“Cai,” she strained, feeling a burst she couldn’t explain.
He chuckled at the premature explosion and continued. “Roll your hips, baby.”
Kamilla nodded, mouth open, unable to speak real words. She rolled her hips, hands finding the back of his head.
“Ohhh, Cairooo,” she moaned and winced. She was coming apart and Cairo slurped up every drop until the deed was done.
Every muscle in her body locking up while static rang out in her ears and she saw herself with her eyes shut.
It felt like an eternity of writhing before her eyes opened.
Kamilla watched him stand, lick his lips and reach into his top drawer.
His erection was unrestrained, almost breaking through the seams of the shorts.
“Fuck,” he grumbled, finding no condoms because up until now, his reclusive life didn’t need them. “Baby, I don’t have any condoms. Let me run-”
“You got something?” Kamilla asked wearily.
“Hell nah. But I’m serious about to you going to school without nothing hindering you,” he declared.
“I’m on the pill. I wanted to be proactive.”
His brows creased. “When you do that?”
“When I went out with Dania. I want to experience us. If that’s okay. If not, I’ll wait.”
Going against his first mind for those eyes that shined like diamonds, he grunted. “Got me going against the grain. You did that shit for us?”
“Yeah. If it’s us, it’s us, right?”
He climbed back on the bed and boxed her in. “It’s us.”
Fusing their mouths again, Kamilla pulled the taste of her essence from his lips and tongue. Her hands moving inside of his shorts. His erection, hard, corded, and heavy.
“I’ll be gentle,” he groaned at feel of her hands wrapped around him.
Fully naked and filled with anticipation, Cairo pulled back to position himself at her taut opening. Kamilla winced at the intrusion of his entry. Inch for agonizing inch, she was committed to this.
“Breathe,” he coached. “I need you to breathe.”
She shuddered, digging her fingers into his shoulders while he slowly stroked in and out of her. Her body welcoming him.
“You good, baby?” he asked. “You want me to stop?”
“No,” she whimpered, her eyes clenched shut. “I’m-I’m okay.”
“Look at me,” he groaned. “Give me those beautiful eyes.”
Kamilla looked at him, allowing him to kiss her.
“You know you’re mine now? Got a nigga covered in you,” he moaned. “You glowing, baby.”
Every word he spoke relaxed her. The more she relaxed, the wetter she became for him, the more comfortable she got.
“Roll those hips, baby,” Cairo coached.
Kamilla matched his rhythm, finding the pleasure in the pain of her metamorphosis. She moaned into his ear. “Caiirrrooo.”
“There she goes,” he moaned. “You feel so fucking good.”
“You do,” she bit down on her lip. “You do, too.”
“Tell me what you want and I’ll do it. I’m all yours. Whatever you want, whatever you fuckin’ need, I got you.”
Kamilla’s hand pressed against his waist as he slowed his stroke to grind into her. He moved it and pinned it over her head. A moan so sexy, he almost lost himself in her ocean.
“Right there,” she breathed. “Right there. You’re so damn big, shit.”
Cairo chuckled. “Mmm, she can cuss.”
More kisses, more moans, more whispered declarations were shared before Cairo hit his peak and attempted to pull out before his seed spilled into her womb. She had him lost in her aura.
“Fuuhhhckkk, baby,” he grunted into her ear before pulling out and dropping to his back.
Kamilla laid spent, looking at the ceiling, panting and squirming still. “I can still feel you.”
“I can too. You dangerous,” he grumbled, rolling over to kiss her. “You good?”
“So good,” she tiredly answered, trying to sit up. “I get it. The hype. But I can’t feel my legs.”
Cairo chuckled and arrogant smirk piercing his covered cheek. “Relax, I’m taking care of you today.”