She rolls her eyes, but it’s playful. “I’m not yours, you know,” she reminds me. “Only I have the power to give myself away like that.”
She’s edging closer to me. I stay where I am and let her come. When there’s an inch of space between us, my hand finds her hip.
“I know. But I’ll take what I want in the meantime.”
I pull her hips against mine, and her eyes spark with desire at once. Her dress is soft and ethereal and it feels like it’ll melt in my hands if I hold on too long.
I wait, because I know she’s going to kiss me. I can see the promise in her eyes and I want to give her the freedom to do it in her own time.
The anticipation builds, but it’s worth the wait when her soft lips press against mine. It’s feather-light but fervent. Her hands wrap around my neck, and I pull her into my embrace.
My erection prods her in the thigh, but she seems to welcome it. Her hand slips down between us and she starts to massage my cock as we kiss.
I pull at the buttons of her dress, and she starts undoing the buckle of my pants. The soft touches turn more impatient, more aggressive. At least, until our clothes have been discarded. Then I wrap my arms around her and push her back against the soft, mossy grass.
I see a flash of determination in her eyes, and suddenly, she puts her hands on my chest and pushes me off of her. I’m surprised by the sudden burst of aggression and wondering what she wants--until she rolls right on top of me.
When she mounts me, her breasts pressed squarely against my chest, I realize what she wants.
She hasn’t changed her mind.
She’s just claiming her power.
She kisses me as I squeeze her perfect ass. Then, all too soon, she breaks away and starts moving down my body. Her tongue flicks over my cock hungrily, and my entire body stiffens from the rush of sensations.
I’ve had plenty of blowjobs in my life.
But this… this is fucking different. And I don’t know why.
Either Camila’s tongue is magic, or else she herself is. All I know is that two minutes in and I’m trying very hard not to come.
She rolls her tongue over the head of my cock, taking her time, until there’s saliva sliding down my shaft. She’s teasing, delicate, barely going more than an inch or two down my length.
And then suddenly, she changes gears. She slides my cock down her throat, taking all of me inside her sweet, wet mouth.
“Fuck,” I groan to the stars. “Kiska…”
She wraps her hand around the base of my shaft and keeps going. Sucking me deep and diligently, until my eyes roll back in my head.
After a few more long sucks, she releases my cock with a little pop. It’s completely drenched with her saliva, but that’s exactly what she was going for as she slides up my body, giving me a full view of her breasts in the starlight.
She straddles me, lifting her hips so that she can position herself against the tip of my cock. She teases me, stroking me against her wetness with a feathery touch.
“Cami, you’d better…”
Then she sits down on me and I sink into her.
“Fuck,” she moans, her eyes fluttering tremulously as I fill her.
I reach out and grabs her tits, twisting and pulling them gently as she rides me slowly, getting the feel of my cock from this angle.
I expect this to be a slow burn too, like her blowjob had been. But only a couple of minutes in, she starts riding me harder, bucking her hips against me with force.
Her eyes roll back and her hands grip my chest hard as she starts grinding her hips furiously. I watch her tits bounce, mesmerized by how different she looks right now.
So fucking wild and free.
Completely uninhibited.
It’s a cool night, but I still notice little drops of perspiration form over her breasts and collar bones. I sit up to meet her with an open-mouthed kiss and palm two handfuls of her ass to urge her faster, harder, more intense. She wraps her arms around my shoulders and bucks against my cock.
“Fuck, Isaak…” she breathes, her eyes flickering open and closed as though she can’t quite handle her own body at this point.
“Come on, little kiska,” I growl into her ear. “Show me what you’ve got.”
I slap her ass, and she gives a little scream that turns into a moan.
She can say she hates my orders all she wants—but her body gives her away. Because when I command her to fuck me as hard as she can and spank her into doing so, she obeys like she was born to do it.
She picks up the pace, jerking her body against mine so violently that I almost collapse back into the grass again. She’s quickly losing it. I can see the orgasm heat throughout her body as she tries desperately to stay in control of it.
I lean in and suck one of her nipples into my mouth. She gasps once, and then again when I swipe a thumb across her clit.
That does it. She cries out as she comes, her entire body rocking with the bloom of the orgasm. It’s savage and fast, and when it’s over, she falls limp against me.
I put a palm into her chest and press her onto her back. Hoisting one leg over my shoulder, I find a new angle and thrust hard into her.
Her eyes go wide, and her mouth forms a perfect O as I fuck her aggressively, without allowing her a moment of rest. She’s so spent from the first orgasm that the second one takes her silently.
I watch as her eyes roll back in her head. Goosebumps erupt all over her body.
Then I come with a roar, spilling everything inside her.
After I float back down to earth, I fall off of her. My chest is heaving with the exertion.
I look over at Camila. There’s an expression of disbelief in her eyes. Of soft realization. Realization of what, I’m not sure—but something. Something significant.
She doesn’t give it away, though. She just pushes herself up and places a soft kiss on my cheek.
I wonder if she knows how much of herself she gives to me with that kiss.
36
Camila
Even before I open my eyes, I can feel his weight around me. His body is tucked against mine.
I blink my eyes open, and the first thing I see is my white dress thrown over the deep blue armchair across the room. Green grass stains mar the fabric.
I even notice a small rip down the hemline. I definitely hadn’t noticed it last night. But then again, I wasn’t capable of noticing much last night.
There’s a comforting ache running up and down my body. I feel the need to move around a little, but Isaak’s arm is lying on my hip and I don’t want to move it.
Instead, I stare at his hand. It’s so big and masculine. So powerful. My pussy throbs erratically and I almost laugh at my own body.
After last night, I’d assumed my desires would be sated. But apparently, all I needed was a good night of sleep and we’re right back where we started in that department. Isaak stirs beside me, and his hand moves up my hip. The throbbing between my thighs just gets worse.