Page 60 of Bound By A Promise
She held on tight as I feasted on the delicacy before me. I held her hips as she bucked. It was as I nipped her clit that Camila screamed, the bedroom echoing with her sounds of pleasure.
All at once, I flipped her. Camila was light as a feather. Positioning and repositioning her was as easy as turning myself. She leaned her head to the side, granting me access to her sensitive, soft neck as I pressed my body over hers. More than a little satiated, her bent knees relaxed, flopping to the sides. If I didn’t have on my boxer briefs, I’d be inside her.
My lips found hers as I devoured her mouth as I had her cunt. Camila didn’t back away from her own taste; she kissed back, ravenous for what I had to offer. I kissed her neck and collarbone as I freed my erection from the confines of the boxer briefs.
Stilling, I waited for Camila’s eyes to open. Once the green was before me, I asked, “Are you on the pill?”
She blinked. “What? No. My mother wouldn’t…Do you want me to be?”
A smile lifted my cheeks. “Probably not the perfect timing for this discussion, but you want to continue classes, right?”
As she contemplated her answer, I directed the tip of my cock to her folds.
Camila’s eyes opened wide.
“I’m trying to distract you, beautiful. We’ll deal with birth control another day.”
Pressing her lips together, she nodded.
“Look at me.”
The satiation haze disappeared as she stared into my eyes.
“I want to make this good.”
With her hands on my shoulders, she shrugged. “Cat and Mia both say it gets better.”
“How was the oral?” I asked, further distracting as I pressed into her.
“Better than I…” She bit her upper lip.
She’s like a fucking glove three sizes too small.
“Oh.” Her long lashes flutter. “It was…well, I came.”
I pressed further.
Camila palmed my cheeks. “Do it. I’m as ready as I’ll be.”
Lowering my forehead to hers, I watched her eyes, the tightness in her jaw, and the tight muscles along her temples. With a deep inhale, I pushed through the barrier she saved for me. My inspection of her face continued. “I won’t move.”
Camila’s lips curled and her green eyes glistened with unshed tears. “Move.” She wiggled beneath me. “I feel so full.” Her expression changed. “Is that how it should feel?”
“I haven’t been on the other side, but yeah.”
Slowly, I pulled out only to press in again. As I created a rhythm, Camila’s tenseness subsided, and she began rocking with me. Although I intended to stay slow and gentle, the grip of her pussy on my cock was earthquaking. A few more thrusts and I sensed my balls tightening.
Reaching down, I found her clit and rubbed circles until her moans filled my ears. As her canal quivered, a deep guttural roar escaped my lips, and my cock throbbed in its tight new home.
Again, I dropped my forehead to hers and peppered her cheeks and lips with kisses. “Are you all right?”
Camila’s smile beamed beneath me. “It was better than I expected.”
Rolling, I broke our connection. “Remember, it gets better.”
She sat up, looking down at her legs. “Is there…there’s blood.”
“There is, but it’s not as glaring on these black sheets.” I got up from the bed. In the bathroom, my cock glistened with the mixture of our come and her blood. A primal, feral sense of duty, sacrifice, and protection built within me. The whole virgin thing was never a deciding factor in choosing a wife. That was until now.