Page 100 of Love Off Course

I lift up, breaking our kiss, resting all my weight on my palms. My dick is resting quite comfortably against the lips of her pussy. Slowly, I slide it through her juices, but never pulling back enough to guide it into her body.

“What do you want to talk about?” My voice is husky with need. “How I was an idiot? How you shouldn’t take me back, but I’m going to beg you? How I’ve always wanted a place to land when I’ve finished flying the skies and you feel like home?”

Her eyes water. “Camilo, I…”

“What is it?”

A tear slides down her cheek.

“I’m so sorry, little bee. Please forgive me.”

She nods as more tears fall. I hate seeing her so fragile knowing I did this to her. Weak. I make her weak. But that’s not true. Sheridan is one of the strongest people I know. She did all this at the hotel and waited for me. That’s not weakness, that’s strength, and she possesses a helluva lot more than me.

“I need you,” I plead. “I love you.”

She blinks rapidly. “You do?”

“I thought about you every day. I missed you so fucking much.”

“I love you too, though I often questioned why.” She makes a sour face at me that has me chuckling.

“Let me make it up to you in orgasms,” I offer. “Or backrubs. Or dinner dates. Just let me try.”

“Okay,” she breathes. “Make love to me like it’s our last time.”

Last time?

Dread pools in my stomach. Her words seem final and disastrous. I want to demand she tell me what she means, but her small hand is gripping my dick and guiding me home. A groan rattles up my throat as I sink into my girl. All ominous thoughts are forgotten as I find her perfect, plump lips. We kiss hard and desperate.

I buck into her, over and over. With each thrust, I grow closer to my release. It feels right being inside Sher. We belong together. It’s written in the stars.

“Camilo, oh God,” she cries out, her nails scoring the flesh on my shoulders.

Rolling onto my back, I take her with me, loving the way she squeals and clenches around my dick. Staring up at her, I admire this gorgeous woman. Her tits are perky and bounce with eachtime she rocks her body along my dick. I can’t help but stare at her rosy nipples, craving to suck on each one until she begs for reprieve.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I rasp out. “Look how wet you get my dick,abejita.”

She looks down at the way her pussy leaves a creamy trail each time she rises up. I love the way her cunt stretches to accept my thickness. It makes me want to make her fuck me like this every time so I can watch the way our bodies come so easily together.

I take her clit between my thumb and finger, rolling it in a teasing way. Her cunt is like a fist around my dick, squeezing each time. If she continues that, I won’t last long. I never last long with this girl, which is really fucking embarrassing, but it just means I get to fuck her more frequently.

“Touch your pretty tits, Sher. My hands are busy.”

Her hooded eyes drop to mine as she obeys. Small hands caress the flesh and tease the nipples. I grip her thigh with one hand and massage her clit with the other. We work together to bring us both right to the brink of orgasm at the same time. The moment she loses it and cries out, I forget where I am or who I am. I simply give in to the pleasure, bucking into her hard from beneath her. My balls tighten and then I explode with my release, a guttural growl escaping me. I’ve barely finished shooting my load inside her when I pull her against my chest so I can hold her.

This fucking girl.

Feels so damn perfect in my arms and on my cock.

She’s the forever kind.

And she’s crying.

Seriously, what the hell?

It all comes crashing back to me. The desire to talk about something heavy. A weird vibe settling around us. It makes me think of her mom and what she went through.

Is Sheridan sick?

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