Page 38 of Reckless Hearts
“I’m gonna come,” he sputters, throwing back his head and growling out his release. “Fuuuuck, it’s so good.”
The throbbing ripples of his cock, mixed with the hot surge of his release, does me in. My balls tighten, and I shoot my own load inside of London, pulsing past the point of oblivion.
“I’m dead.” I choke out, a light-hearted laugh tagged on for good measure.
Cam’s body lays limp against the mattress, London’s lax form pressed on top of his. I pull out of her pussy, the wetness of our releases seeping out between her legs.
Easily the hottest thing I’ve ever seen or done. It’s indescribable the emotions that swirl in my head and heart as I move off the bed into the bathroom.
I make quick work of washing and cleaning up and return to the bed with a wet washcloth in my hands. London is on her side curled up against Cam, whose eyes are shut in quiet reverie, but is kissing her hair, neck, and shoulders.
I place the warm cloth between her legs and she sighs.
“You doing okay, baby? We’ll run you a bath later to reduce the soreness.”
She pats the pillow next to her head, gesturing for me to lay down.
Tossing the used cloth over the side of the bed, I lay down, facing my beautiful girl. And then my eyes latch on to Cam’s, his flashing unsaid emotions and feelings, all of which I am all too familiar with.
Desire. Contentment. Grief. Longing. Serenity.
But most of all, love.
“Welcome back home, Cam.”
