Chapter 24
twenty-four
“Good morning,” Cairo groaned wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her neck. “What you in here doing with these two pans?”
“Three. I returned that dress and got a pan,” Camilla announced, letting her body melt against his.
“It’s two. You have to be at the studio by eight.
You got lunch to eat now, dinner before you go and if you sneak back in when I’m sleep, your food will be in the fridge.
I gotta leave by six to get the studio cleaned. ”
“I hear you and all this is cool, but I got an appetite for something else,” he grumbled in her ear, his erection pressed against her back.
“Oh, how romantic,” she giggled. “While I’m covered in breadcrumbs.”
“You could be in here hair sticking up, still be the finest thing,” Cairo reached around her and turned the stove off. “Let me show you.”
“You gotta eat,” she groaned, as he hoisted her up and carried her to the living room.
Dropping into the cushions, Kamilla adjusted her straddle.
“I gotta eat you first, everything else second. You’ve convinced me to act like I’m normal for two weeks and smother the need to live in your skin,” he started, pulling the t-shirt over her bonnet-covered head. The bonnet was next. “You know you fuckin’ beautiful.”
“So are you,” she hummed, nipping her lip while her hands massaged his shoulders. “You still nervous?”
Cairo leaned forward and kissed the center of her chest. That was the answer. Kamilla hummed, watching his lips and mouth kiss and suckle her skin. “I want my Mariposa. That shit she got is better than weed.”
Kamilla smirked, running her hand over the back on his head. “I think I got one better. If you let me.”
“Uh uh. Don’t do that soft shit. Take what you want,” Cairo muttered against her soft skin.
Nipping her lip, Kamilla wiggled off of his lap and lowered herself to her knees. Her tiny hand pushed up his thighs to the top of his basketball shorts. A low rumble of laughter pushed from his lips.
“You know what you doing?” he teased, watching Kamilla free him. He reached out gathered her hair in his hand.
“No, but I’m going to listen,” she spoke softly before kissing the tip. She did it again, then licked his shaft, her attention balanced on his movements. Inch by inch, she took him in. The gentle motions of his wrist coaxing her to bob up and down.
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.
“Record everything. Don’t let them play with you. Don’t worry about me, lock in. Okay?”
“You know where the money is. Check in with me; even if I don’t text back, I’ll see it. If it’s an emergency, text C4 and I’m up out of there. Okay?”
“Okay. Steal my moon, baby.”
For two weeks, they had a system, the nights Cairo didn’t sleep on the studio couch, he came home and ate the food Kamilla placed in the fridge for him.
He dropped in the bed next to her, held her for a few hours.
If he could, he ate breakfast and lunch before locking himself back in Fredo’s studio.
If Kamilla was coming by to clean, he’d pull her in a storage closet just to kiss her.
He snuck her beats for feedback and tweaked them based on her notes.
It’d been the longest two weeks but in the hustle and bustle, Kamilla finally settled on her major and how she was going to use her golden ear to expand KP’s imprint on the world.
For once, things were looking up for her. For once, she felt whole.