Page 59 of Bound By A Promise

“It’s just…” She shook her head. “Are you going to…?”

My smile grew. “I’m going to explore your sweet, wet pussy.”

“Oh God. Like with your mouth? Do people really do that?”

I couldn’t hold back my laugh. “Yes, beautiful. People really do that, and more than do it, they like it.”

“Maybe we should shower first.”

“No fucking way. I’m already addicted to your scent, and I haven’t gotten my first lick.”

She flung her arm over her eyes. “I’m embarrassed.”

“Fuck no.” I climbed up her body until our noses met. “Never. Remember the night you came to my apartment?”

Camila nodded.

“The night you orgasmed against me?”

“Yes, I remember.”

“You were so wet, you left a spot of your come on my shorts.”

Her eyes opened wider. “I didn’t.”

“You did. I fucking jacked off to the smell of those shorts for weeks. Now, I want to taste it.” Before she could argue or her cheeks could become pinker, I lifted her over me. She straddled my torso with her petite hands on my shoulders and her luscious tits in my face.

“Dante, what…?”

“Do it again.”

“Do what?”

“Rub yourself on me. Let me watch you.”

Camila’s upper lip disappeared behind her teeth.

Scooting up toward the headboard, I lowered her to my lap with her legs bent near my waist. “I’m rock-hard for you, but I want you loosened up, relaxed, and ready.” I flexed my hips, pushing my hardness against her cunt.

“I don’t…”

She lifted her hands back to my shoulders. Closing her eyes, she moved, her torso tightening and swaying as she rubbed her pussy over my cock. Back and forth. I studied her expressions, sensing when she felt pleasure. She was a work of art to behold. An erotic play written and directed to fulfill not only the desires of the actors but also the audience. By the time the final curtain fell, there would be multiple climaxes.

Her eyes opened as my hands came to her round ass.

“Keep going.”

As her movements quickened, I parted her folds, my finger submerging in her soaked, tight, soft pussy. She mewed as her forehead fell to my shoulder, still moving in a rhythm of her own creation. While I missed the sight of her beautiful face, I craved the feel of her body against mine. Each ministration pushed her breasts against my chest as a second finger joined the first.

She was so tight.

Camila’s breaths came faster as her speed increased.

“Hold on to the headboard,” I instructed.

“What…?”

I slid down until my head was on the pillow. Camila’s thighs were on either side of my face, and her dripping pussy was over my mouth. The first lick sent her into a spiral as her body convulsed. I reached for her hands and directed them to the solid wood headboard.