40. Kameron
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KAMERON
I’m going to fuck you, making sure you are good and dirty for me, before I clean you up with my tongue.
It’s all I keep thinking about as he pushes inside of me, hitting the spot that makes my eyes roll to the back of my head every single time he does it.
I can feel the hot heat building in my lower back, knowing I’m on the verge of coming on his dick.
“That’s it, baby. Come all over my cock, fuck,” he hisses as I tighten around him and lose control.
My legs grip him, pushing him deeper as my moans turn into cries of his name from my lips.
The second I’m coming down from his induced spiral, he pulls out of me and I frown.
“What are y–”
He buries his face between my legs.
A soft kiss against my clit turns into his tongue flicking across it. Whimpers of need escape me as his mouth slides lower, tonguing my entrance and tasting what he does to me.
A brief thought of how sexy that is skips through my brain before he sucks my clit into his mouth, making me writhe beneath him. I’m impatient for more, and my fingers grip his head, pulling him closer to me.
“You like my mouth on you, huh?” he asks.
“Yes,” I groan, breathlessly.
I squirm with need and he used his arms to trap my legs open, keeping me from seeking any sensation on my own. Our eyes connect as he leans forward again, his mouth only a breath away from my most sensitive spot. His gray eyes pierce mine this time when he sucks on my clit, a moan bursts free and I arch off the bed, and I spiral for a second time.
His fingers dig into my ass as he releases my legs and I call out his name a second time. With a final lick up my center from his talented tongue, he pulls away from me with his cock in his hand.
I’m breathless as I watch him stroke himself and realize what he’s about to do.
Hot beads of cum spurt onto my center, as he continues to milk himself dry with his hand. All I can do is watch, as he covers my pussy.
The way his mouth falls open at the sensation, how his head falls to his shoulder, and it’s my name that falls from his lips this time.
It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. And we’re always hot together.
Once our eyes connect again, he looks down at the mess he’s made on me and smiles. It’s a full smile that sends a zing all the way to my pussy again. He leans forward bracing one arm next to my head while the other goes between my legs. I’m sensitive and jerk from the slight touch, and our eyes meet.
He scoops up some of his cum, and presses it inside my center.
“I fucking love you, Kameron,” he rasps, never breaking our stare.
“I love you, too,” I say, reaching up and placing my palm to the side of his face.
Once he’s satisfied, he leans all the way forward and presses a kiss to my lips before collapsing beside me.
“That wa–”
I cut him off this time. “The hottest fucking thing ever.” I smile, rolling my head to the side to look at him.
“I can’t believe I have you here.” He tangles our fingers together between us.
“Me either.” My eyes flutter shut, I’m suddenly exhausted from all the strenuous activity we just endured. I feel him press a kiss to my temple.
“How about I run you a bath, and I’ll go fire up the grill. I have a few steaks we can throw on,” he offers.
“Sounds like a deal.” I smile, unable to move.
It feels like only seconds have passed when he’s back, lifting me into his arms and carrying me to the bathroom. My eyes only open when he sits me in the warm water, and I sigh.
“I’m going to shower, then go get the food ready.” He kisses my forehead.
I watch him step into the shower, and I feel like I’m drooling. His hands move over every cut of his muscles, and when he steps out my body is practically filled with need.
“Down, girl.” he teases, wrapping a towel around his waist. “As much as I’d love to yank you out of that water and have my way with you again, I really should be a good boyfriend and feed you first.” He winks.
“Is that what we are? Boyfriend and girlfriend?” I ask. We have a lot to talk about and work through, and it almost feels like we’ve skipped a ton of steps.
“Yeah, baby.” His features soften, and he walks toward me. “Relax, I’ll fix us dinner, and then we can talk about everything.”
I smile up at him, leaning my head back against the tub, letting the warm water soothe my aching muscles.
I’m not sure how much time passes when he comes back into the bathroom, but my water has lost the bite of its heat and my fingers are practically aged to an eighty year old woman.
“Dinner’s almost ready, you about done?” he asks, pulling a towel from the back of the door and walking it toward me.
I pull the plug before standing, letting him help me out and wrap the towel around my shivering body. I’m expecting him to go back to whatever it was he was doing, but instead he pulls me into his arms and begins running his hands over my back, warming me up.
The gesture is simple, but it’s one of those that really makes me lose any fear I’m holding of him changing his mind again.
“C’mon.” He presses his lips to the top of my head. “I put your bag on the bed. I’m going to pull the steaks off and fix the salad.”
“Okay,” I whisper.
Having him take care of me like this is nice. I know we spent a weekend together in that cabin, but this is different… more intimate.
I get dressed quickly, nixing the clothes I brought with me, I throw on a new pair of panties and grab one of Kris’ shirts from his closet and look over myself in the mirror. Grabbing his dirty clothes, I throw them in the hamper and toss mine onto my bag and place it next to the bed.
When I step out of his room, I walk down the long hallway following the scent of the food. My stomach growls, man, does he know how to cook.
Stepping into the kitchen, I find him shirtless with a pair of sweats on that I didn’t notice earlier. His back is to me, but I love the sight of him as he plates our food.
I moan, then my fingers fly to my lips. He spins around at the sound, and I feel the heat rush through me. I didn’t mean to make a sound, but the look he’s giving me. The heat in his eyes as they roam over my body, wearing his shirt.
“Fucking perfection.” He shakes his head slowly. “God damn, baby.”
“I hope it’s okay that I borrowed your shirt.” I look down at myself then back up to him.
He hisses, moving closer to me until his hands are on my hips. “I prefer you in my shirt.”
I smile up at him, rising on my toes to press my lips to his.
“Let’s eat, talk about everything we need to talk about, and then I’ll eat you.” He smirks, and I flush with embarrassment again. “Again,” he teases.
“Deal,” I say, pushing him toward the food. “Now feed me.”
“Your wish is my command.” He chuckles, heading to grab our food.
He walks us to the table, depositing both plates before heading to the fridge and getting us another set of beers.
And I find myself wishing that this was an everyday thing.
Me. Him. Together.