Page 79 of Bound By A Promise
Her tongue swirled around the tip before she took more and bobbed back.
“Fuck, your mouth is heaven.”
She held tight to my thighs as she experimented with how far she could take me. Even her gagging sounds were erotic. The room filled with a pop as she pulled away.
I reached down and lifted her chin. “Have you ever sucked a cock before?” I knew the answer, but the primal beast within me wanted to hear her say the words.
“My first time.”
Camila’s trepidation eased as she went back to work. The room filled with a chorus of her moans, whimpers, and mews combined with my own curses. The curses came more rapidly. “Fuck, Camila. I’m going to come.”
She again surprised me as she stayed on mission.
My restraint was gone as I reached for her head and pumped against her lips. A roar formed deep in my chest as I came, my seed spewing. My wife never stopped, swallowing everything I gave her.
Once we were satisfied, she looked up at me. “I think I did that right.”
I offered her my hand to stand. “Another mystery solved. I came. You did that perfect.”
Pink filled her cheeks. “It’s okay if you can’t…again. I mean, you are old.”
“I’m old?”
Camila shrugged. “Older.”
“Oh, little girl, I’ll show you what I can do.” I could definitely go again. My cock was hardening between us as we stood here. A little more roughly, I captured the back of her neck, forcing her to look up. “Tell me what you want.”
“I’m…I want to try again. Even after coming earlier, sucking you made me…I felt empty, and I want to feel full.”
Stroking her hair, I stared into her gaze. “I don’t deserve you.”
Camila took my hand and tugged me toward the bed.
Following a step behind, I crawled after her, a lion sizing up his prey. Camila giggled when I seized her ankle and pulled her toward me. Kiss by kiss and nip by nip, I worked my way up. Her ankle, her calf, the sensitive skin behind her knee, up her thighs. I couldn’t look her perfect pussy in the eye without one last taste.
Fuck, she was drenched.
I climbed higher, kissing and nipping until we were nose to nose. “I’ll go slow.”
Camila shook her head. “I want you inside me. I can take it.”
My eyes closed as I slid my tip into her cunt. Opening my eyes, I took in her expression. Camila’s eyes twinkled as she nodded. Our stares remained glued to one another’s as I pressed farther into her tight, silken glove. Flexing my hips, I pulled out and thrust in. “You’re good?”
She shook her head. “I’m better than good. I love that we’re so close.”
“I’m not sure closer is possible.” I thrust in, and her back arched. God, she was stunning to watch. The angle of her daintyneck, the way her pert tits with their darkened areolas and hardened nipples pressed against me—they were all works of art. She was a masterpiece of untold value and beauty.
Our bodies followed the same dance, the music in our heads as our heavy breathing and the slap of our skin created the overture. My thrusts came faster as the melody increased, the crescendo growing as the climax approached.
Camila’s pussy quivered and tightened as her fingernails bit into my shoulders, and her lips formed the perfect “o.” I was close. Too close. I pulled out, my come soaking the sheets in long white spurts mixing with the blood and come already present. “We need you to see Catalina’s doctor because pulling myself away from you is one of the hardest things I’ve had to do.”
Her satiated smile drew me to her. I fell at her side, wrapping her with my arm and bringing her head to my shoulder. I kissed her hair. She curled her body toward me, her fingers on my chest.
“I didn’t realize how much I would like sex.”
My smile returned. “I’m glad.”
Camila lifted her head. “No, really. I do.” She laid her head back on my shoulder.