Page 61 of Love Off Course

It’s our last night and I should be fucking her against the shower wall. Instead, I hug her to me and pull the rubber band from her hair. I run my fingers through the tangles, letting the water sluice through the strands. She rests her cheek on my chest while I stroke her hair. Anxiety coils in my gut. I hate this feeling. Like loss is imminent. It’s jarring. Each second that ticks by feels louder and quicker.

We’re quiet as I wash her hair and then mine. She’s reverent as she soaps my body down, teasing me with firm caresses. I wait until we’re cleaned and rinsed off before kissing her. Because when I start, I won’t be able to stop.

The kiss goes from needy to desperate in seconds. I barely manage to get the water off and us toweled off before I’m grabbing her ass and lifting her. She holds on to my shoulders, attacking my lips with her teeth. By the time we reach the bed, I’m hard as a rock. I want to drive into her, but I need to taste her first.

“We never got dessert,” I say, nipping at her neck. “I’m craving something sweet.”

She growls when I toss her on the bed. Anger flashes in her eyes, but it’s chased away by desire when she sees me stroking my dick.

“Spread your legs,abejita. I want to taste you again.”

Her body trembles, but she obeys, opening the softest parts of her to me. I kneel beside the bed and grip her hips, roughly yanking her to the edge. She groans when I spread her knees apart as far as they can go. With a wicked smirk on my face, I lean forward to inhale her. Her scent is addictive. Clean but with a unique, aroused musk that makes my mouth water for a taste.

“Oh!” she cries out as my tongue licks up her slit. “Camilo!”

My trembled name on her tongue sounds really fucking good. I tease her clit with my tongue to see if I can coax more strangledsounds out of her. She doesn’t disappoint me as I eat her pussy. Every sound and thrash of her body makes me crazy with need. It doesn’t take long for her to orgasm. Her spine straightens and her limbs jerk when it overtakes her. As she comes down from her high, I prowl over her. Our mouths meet as I grip my dick, teasing at her opening. I push into her and we both hiss.

Pulling slightly away so I can see her face, I ease into her slick body, cataloging every expression she makes. Since she’s so expressive, I see hundreds of variants of emotion. I thrust hard, driving all the way into her. Her eyelids flutter and a moan spills past her lips.

Being with her doesn’t feel like some random fuck just to get off. It feels like I’m connected to someone for the first time in my life. I don’t want to sever that connection. I want to keep her pinned beneath me so I can stare at her lovely face for hours as I press deep inside her.

“Camilo…”

Her whispered word is frantic and needy. She wants more. She wants everything. All I can give her is all I have in this moment. I kiss her hard and fuck her harder. It isn’t until she’s crying out my name again, her cunt squeezing my dick, that I also come with a groan. Hot cum jets inside of her. I feel as though I’m claiming her as mine.

We both take a moment to catch our breath. Our stares remain locked. Eventually, I slide my dick out of her and saunter off to grab something to clean us up with. After we’re clean, we turn off all but the lamplight. I wrap my naked body over hers and stare at her.

“Creeper,” she teases, but her voice cracks.

“Shh,” I murmur, brushing my thumb over her lip. “Don’t ruin it with your crazy talk.”

She snorts. “Crazy talk?”

“You’re the craziest woman I’ve ever known. And you know both my mother and Araceli, so how you beat them out is beyond me.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“I know. You tell me all the time. Literally every conversation with me. Pretty soon I’m going to forget my own name and instead go by Asshole.”

“Obnoxious too,” she adds, smirking.

“Don’t forget handsome.

“And arrogant.”

“And yours,” I whisper. Her eyes widen, so I amend my words. “For tonight.”

“Tonight’s almost over.”

“There’s always tomorrow,” I offer in a playful tone I’m not at all feeling.

“And if there’s not?”

“At least we had today.”

Neither of us sleeps. We just stare. Kiss. Make love a few more times. And when the early morning sun creeps its way into the bedroom, I make the difficult effort to pull away from her.

So fucking hard.

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