Page 10 of Indiana Idealist
His smooth, deep voice takes on a tender tone I’ve never heard him use before when he says, “I think it’s probably best for the pig if we make an effort to get along with each other. In fact, I think she might benefit from us being a romantic couple.”
I can’t wipe the wide smile from my face as I answer, “Well, if it’s best for the pig, that’s really all that matters.”
The words barely escape from my mouth before Leo lunges in my direction and crushes his lips to mine.
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LEO
Ikissed Camille earlier, but not like this. This time my mind doesn’t have to war with my heart and body. I know now that Camille has a social conscience, so I don’t have to feel guilty about my feelings for her. I can simply get lost in the pleasure.
I’ve been attracted to her since we first met, but I tried not to allow myself to even imagine this happening. Now, the path to being with Camille is clear, and it’s even more wonderful than anything I could have dreamed up.
Her tongue nudges my lips, so I part them for her. As she sweeps inside my mouth, I find that I like her confident assertiveness, and I can’t wait to see how it translates with other bedroom activities.
She presses into me and her body feels impossibly good against mine. As much as I’d like to let Camille lead the way, that is no longer an option. I’ll let her be in charge the next time we’re together, but this time, every cell in my body is loudly demanding that I make her mine.
When I loosen the tie to her robe, it falls open. I slide my hands inside to curve around her waist, and she breathes out the word “yes” in my mouth.
The simple word has never sounded so hot and sexy. I don’t have to wonder if I have permission or ask for consent to go further with Camille because she’s making it clear on every level that she wants this as much as I do. I can’t imagine anything hotter than that.
When my palms glide up, I’m delighted to find that her full breasts are bare. I’d suspected as much, but the confirmation that she isn’t wearing a bra makes my head spin in a wonderful way.
As my thumbs brush lightly over her nipples, she tips her head back and lets out a lusty moan.
In some tiny portion of my brain that is still coherent, I register when I hear Charlotte march over and plop down onto her bed, obviously having realized that we are now going to be staying a while.
Camille draws my full attention back to her when she demands in a husky voice, “Pinch them.”
I immediately comply and am rewarded by her arching toward me and crying out as her nipples morph into hard nubs. Unable to resist, I lean down and take one into my mouth.
Her vocal responsiveness to my ministrations makes me even more hot for her––even though I would have never believed it could be possible.
“Harder,” she orders me when I ease my teeth across her tender flesh.
She cries out when I lightly bite down, so I use my tongue to soothe her.
“Oh, yes,” she breathes out as she laces her fingers through my hair and holds me to her.
When I pull back from suckling her tit, she lets out a desperate sound, so I look up at her and surprise us both by saying, “I want to taste your sweet pussy.”
Panting, she nods her head.
I kneel the rest of the way down before her as she eases the open robe off her shoulders and lets it slip to the floor. After I yank her skimpy panties down, she uses my shoulders for balance as she daintily steps out of them.
I pause for a moment to gaze up at her. She’s completely bare before me––unashamed and glorious.
“I’ve never seen such a beautiful sight,” I tell her in an awe-filled tone.
Her soft, warm gaze melts down onto me as she grins and lifts one of her legs. I help her position it on my shoulder before kissing my way up her inner thigh.
She writhes into me, obviously enjoying herself every bit as much as I am.
When I make my way up to the apex of her, I cup both hands on her ass to steady her, slide my tongue along her drenched seam, and begin devouring her.
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CAMILLE
