Camila pants, her chest rising and falling, as she gets to her elbows. “What are you—Oh!”
I flip her over, grabbing her hips and lifting her ass into the air. “I can’t wait, baby. If I don’t get inside your pussy in the next second, I’m going to lose my shit.”
Her eyes meet mine over her shoulder, looking more fucking beautiful than I’ve ever seen her before with her midnight-black hair falling around her shoulders and slightly hiding her face.
“Fuck me, Brady,” she mewls seductively. “I need it too.”
Gritting my teeth, I notch the head of my cock at her opening. Then while holding her eyes, I slam my hips forward, sinking every inch inside her. The tight grip of her cunt has my eyes falling closed.
She cries out, her fingers clutching the sheets with tight fists. I keep my hips pressed against her ass for a moment, praying to the sex Gods that I can last longer than two fucking minutes.
Camila squirms, trying to get me to move, but I dig my fingers into her hips to hold her still. “Give me a minute,” I grunt.
Once I’m reasonably sure I’m not going to come before we’ve even begun, I slide my cock out and slowly sink back inside. Then do it over and over again. The little whimpers leaving Camila as I fuck her unhurriedly has my balls tingling. I fucking love the sounds she makes. Like I’m the best thing she’s ever felt. She sure as fuck is the best thing I’ve ever felt.
Shoving my hips forward, I press her down until she’s laying flush against the mattress. Without taking my cock out, I move my legs to the outside of hers. This new position doesn’t allow me to go as deep, but the fit is tighter with her legs together, and from past experiences, women love it, claiming it hits an extra sensitive spot.
Rising to my hands, I grind my hips downward, watching my cock disappear into her tight hole. It glistens with her juices when I pull back out.
“Yes,” she moans. “Just like that, but fuck me harder.”
Giving in to her demand, I thrust again with more force and the headboard hits against the wall. I hope like hell no one is on the other side, because if they call and complain, the only response they’ll get is a “fuck off.”
I pick up speed with each forward motion, making sure to grind against her ass, and she rewards me every time with a loud cry of pleasure. When her cries escalate, and I know she’s close, I drop down to an elbow beside her head and reach under her, wrapping my fingers around her throat. I wait until she opens her eyes before I tilt her head enough that my lips can reach hers.
My fucking becomes erratic when her walls clamp around me. Just as her orgasm begins to taper off, mine hits me hard and fast, and I release inside her. It’s not until then that I realize we’ve once again had sex without a condom. But I’m so far gone, I can’t find it in me to give two shits.
I press a kiss against the back of Camila’s neck and hoist my weight off her. She stays exactly as she is as I get off the bed, but her eyes track my movements. My lips quirk up as I take a moment to just look at her.
“You look quite satisfied, Miss Adair,” I comment, standing beside the bed.
“I’m dead is what I am,” she mumbles. “You’ve quite possibly killed me.”
I chuckle as I bend down and pick her up bridal style. “Then let’s see if I can revive you because we’re nowhere near done.”
She grumbles against my neck. “I’m not sure I can go another round at the moment.”
“I bet I can change your mind. I plan to take full advantage of our time together.”
I carry her to the bathroom and set her on her feet just outside the shower. Pulling the curtain back, I turn the water on and hold my hand under the spray until it’s warm enough. Stepping into the shower, I hold my hand out to help her in with me. Pressing my chest to her back, I walk us forward until we’re both partially under the spray. I run my hands up and down her sides then move to her stomach and up to her tits. She moans and pushes her ass against my growing cock.
I drop my lips to her shoulder. “How is it that I can know a woman my whole life, but it’s not until I’ve had her once that I can’t get enough?” I ask, not really expecting a response, but she gives me one anyway.
“How is it that I’ve wanted you since high school and managed to keep my hands off of you until now?”
My hands pause against her breasts momentarily. “You wanted me in high school?”
She nods, pushing back some wet hair from her face. “Uh huh.”
Using my thumbs and forefingers, I tweak both of her nipples. “How bad did you want me?”
She hesitates for a moment before she gives me her answer. “Bad enough that I’ve had quite a few fantasies about you while using the shower head in my bathroom.”
My cock jerks against the crack of her ass. “Jesus. You seriously played with yourself back in high school while you thought about me?”
“Oh yeah.”
“Fuck,” I groan.