Rekindled Desire

by Hadley Raydeen

  “I’m almost there with you, baby,” he answered back. “Come for me, Cam. I want to feel you come all over me.”

  She crushed her hips against his, clenching her muscles around his cock, causing him to spasm. He pulled out from inside her and his warm spend landed on her inner thigh. He leaned his forehead against hers. “I’m sorry,” he said after a few minutes of silence and heavy breathing. She wiped a stray piece of hair from her forehead. He rolled from her and lay on his back with an arm over his face.

  “For what?” she asked, eyeing him suspiciously, hoping like hell he wasn’t regretting their decision to be together.

  “For not doing that a hell of a lot sooner.”

  She smiled, looking at him.

  “And the fact that I didn’t think about grabbing a rubber before I—”

  “I’m on the pill.”

  “Still I don’t usually bare back, Cami.”

  She inched her body toward him and kissed his shoulder.

  “Can I get you a towel?” he asked.

  “Please? There are towels in the linen closet in bathroom.”

  She watched his naked ass exit her bed, and walk out of the room, into her bathroom.

  “Quit looking at my ass,” she heard him say.

  She laughed. “I’m not looking at your ass.”

  “You’re lying.” He came back in her room with a warm, damp wash cloth. He wiped her leg off slowly.

  “I can do that,” she said quietly, loving the feel of his hands wiping the soft towel up her leg.

  “Let me,” he insisted, holding her hand away.

  She watched him slowly wipe at her leg, growing aroused at the feel of his hands caressing her again. She tried to say his name, but it was lost as he rose to meet her lips with his and his cock twitched against her side. “Brandon,” she mumbled against his lips.

  “Tell me you don’t want me again and I’ll stop.”

  She quieted and he smiled against her lips. “Good, because I think I may explode if you wouldn’t want this again.” He kissed her and ran his hand over her stomach. “Do you have anywhere to be in the morning?”

  “Tomorrow is Saturday,” she responded.

  “Then I have you to myself.”

  Any dispute she could give him fell silent behind her cry of pleasure. His two fingers found their way to her opening. She bucked against his hand as he entered her with those two digits, and rubbed slowly and lazily at her swollen clit with his thumb. “Oh, my God,” she moaned, her head falling back on the pillow.

  “You like that, baby?”

  “Yes,” she whispered closing her eyes. His hand stilled. “Don’t stop,” she whined. He didn’t respond. “Brandon?” she said his name. She opened an eye to look at him, caught sight of his head between her legs. “Oh…” The words escaped her as his tongue joined his fingers. Slowly his thumb worked in the same rhythm as his tongue, making her wet as he licked and strummed her. His mouth closed over her clit, working at her aroused nub. “I'm gonna cum, again.” Her voice was ragged and breathy as she grabbed at his hair. He lifted his gaze to look at her as he took one last lick at her arousal. She shuddered under his sensual assault on her.

  After the effects of her second orgasm dissipated, she slowly propped herself on an elbow. “Come here.” She crooked a finger at him, calling him hither. He came back to meet her kisses. She tasted herself on his lips. Her hand reached between their bodies for his thick hardness. “You feel so good,” she murmured.

  “You aren’t so bad yourself.” He winked at her. “Do you have condoms?”

  “Bedside table.”

  He rolled to his left for her table and pulled out one of the foiled packets. She flipped over and pinned him on his back.

  “Who knew the view could get even better,” he commented as she nudged her way between his legs. He reached to tease a nipple. She took the condom out of his hand.

  “Let me,” she said, echoing the words he had said to her earlier. He raised a brow when she pressed his shoulder back against the pillow. “Lay back, Brandon.” She ran her hands over his chest down to his taut stomach. His penis jolted in response. She smirked at him. “I touch you and this is your response?” She closed her fingers around him and he shut his eyes.

  “Cami,” he rasped.

  “You aren’t the only one that gets to tease orally, Brandon.” His eyes popped open. She took his manhood in her hands and massaged.

  “Oh…” His breath caught.

  She didn’t allow him to finish before closing her mouth over the tip of his erection. She smiled when he stifled out a deity. She slid him farther into her mouth, making sure to massage his shaft with her tongue. She grazed her hand downward until she cupped his balls and massaged gently.

  He moaned louder. “Cambria, if you keep that up I won’t be able to last.” She sucked harder just to tease him, and he sat straight up in bed. “Oh no you don’t,” he said, taking her hand. She released his penis.

  “I’m not finished,” she pouted, shrugging her hand from his.

  “If you don’t want more cum all over you—”

  She held a hand to his mouth, opening the silver wrapper and tossing it away. She rolled the rubber over his bulbous head. Leaving the condom just over the tip of his penis, she resumed the position, her mouth hovering inches from his member.

  “Whoa, what are you doing?” his voice heavy with lust.

  Cambria did not respond, but closed her lips over the tip of his penis engulfing the condom and him. She skillfully moved the condom down over his penis with her lips. “Jesus, Cambria, you’re killing me,” he managed. He tightly grasped her waist and lifted her up to straddle him. She watched him between hooded eyelids as he impaled her with his throbbing dick. She yelled his name as he thrust upward into her.

  “I think we both better hold on for this one,” he said through gritted teeth as he sat up and cupped both sides of her hips into his hands. He squeezed her butt, and she began to ride him with slow strides at first. She hung onto his shoulders for dear life, her mind buzzing as she increased the pace and bucked up and down on him. She barely heard him call out her name before he came, falling back onto the bed and bringing her with him. Her core exploded around him in a fit of orgasm.

  A few seconds past, she was sure, but she couldn’t catch her breath. Her body continued buzzing.

  “You’re shaking, Cam,” he said softly into her hair.

  “I know.” She slowly rolled from him. “Aftershock.”

  She opened her eyes and noticed a soft light coming from behind her window blind. Shit, it’s morning. His warm body lay right next to her. She smiled briefly, closing her eyes. Her heart thudded thinking about how they had come together twice more during the night. She rolled slightly and peaked at the bedside table. 8:00 a.m.

  Brandon had spent the night. She tried to slide quietly from her king-sized bed, but his hand gently snagged her wrist before she could escape.

  “Hey, where are you going?” he mumbled.

  “To pee…and shower.” She could smell him all over her. Her stomach fluttered with the intoxicating thought of their night spent together. She wouldn’t be able to get enough of him now. He couldn’t get enough of her…he had said so.

  He let go of her wrist and looked at her. His green eyes flashed with mischief. “I could join you.” The four simple words caused her nipples to tingle. Everywhere from her breasts to the tops of her thighs ached from his intense love making.

  “I don’t think I would get much of a shower if you join me.”

  He chuckled. “I guess you are right.”

  She turned her head and smiled. He wanted to pleasure her again. The thought of a steamy shower with Brandon was an idea she had entertained more than once.

  She stood, grabbing her robe from the back of a nearby chair, put it on and padded into her bathroom to start the water. She stuck her head out the door to look at him, lying on the left side of her king-sized bed, amidst gray and pink sheet
s and pillows. On his back, his eyes were closed and both arms positioned above his head. His dark blonde hair was a mess. The sexiest thing she’d ever seen. Everything she thought he would be in bed and more. Her heart pounded, and a nervous feeling crept in. Is this lust or love? She closed the door with a soft click and stepped into the warm spray. The water gently washed over every area Brandon had touched, kissed, licked and sucked. The thought of his hands on her body made her nipples harden and the inside of her thighs clench. She wanted him again, now.

  Cambria placed a hand between her legs and massaged her swollen clit. Closing her eyes, she thought of the way his mouth had sucked at her sensitive nub several times during the night. With her other hand she reached for the bar of soap to lather her breasts. Water beat on her hardened nipples like his caressing fingers. She leaned against the cool glass, unable to stand on her own but continued to work soap over her body, trying without success to wash away the heat building from her inner core.

  “Do you need help?”

  Her eyes shot open. He stood beyond the shower glass watching her. She never heard the door open and there she stood with her hand between her legs, lathering soap over her naked form. Her ears and face flushed in heat. She removed her hands from the incriminating spots.

  “Don’t stop.” His voice deepened with lust from watching her.

  “I thought we weren’t going to shower together,” she said, breathless as he opened the glass door.

  “That got shot to hell while I was laying out there, hard as hell, thinking about your naked, soapy body. I thought maybe I should come in here and do something about this,” he said, palming his thickened erection and eyeing her soapy breasts. “Obviously you were having some of the same thoughts.” He shut the door behind him.

  She made every effort not to look down at his towel rack of a cock, hard and ready for her.

  “We shouldn’t do this again,” she protested when he stepped in to kiss her.

  “I think your lips are saying things your body and heart don’t agree with.” He kissed her lips, and her mind immediately went blank when his wet body touched hers.

  “Brandon, we can’t keep this up.” She closed her eyes as he took both her breasts in his hands massaging the aching nipples. Soap helped him roll silky circles around her sensitive nubs.

  “Baby, I’ve been ‘up’ for you all night. I still am.” He nudged her leg with his manhood.

  Her eyes flew up and caught the glint of humor in his eyes. “You know what I mean.”

  “I think you are trying to say I can’t sex you up all day after I made love to you all night. But I am more than ready to go, if you are.” He continued to massage her leg with his hard erection. His strong hands worked magic on her breasts.

  “You are so bad.” She gasped as both his thumbs ran over her nipples. His body pressed into hers until her back hit the cool shower door sending shock waves to her core. He held her leg up in his hand and entered her in a fluid movement, taking her by surprise. His other hand lifted her chin. He moved against her, his tongue working her mouth, as he sexed her up. They came together, while the water beat against them. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he lowered her leg, wrapping his arms around her waist.

  “We have eight years to make up. Four years of college and the four years I haven’t seen you since,” he said, looking into her eyes.

  “Are you trying to make them all up today?”

  “This is just a start, baby.”

  A fter they showered, she opened her top drawer for a bra and panties. Laying them on her bed, she reached for her oil and caught him watching her.

  “What?”

  “I can’t watch you put oil on your naked body, Cambria. Do you know what that will do to me?” He turned to walk toward the door. She caught his arm. “Are you leaving?”

  “Do you want me to?” His green eyes searched hers. She shook her head no. He smiled. “I was hoping you would let me stick around. Are you hungry?”

  Her stomach rumbled. “I’m famished.”

  “Do you have eggs in the fridge?”

  She nodded.

  “I’ll cook breakfast,” he offered.

  “Don’t be silly. You are a guest in my house. I’ll cook. Just let me get dressed.” She looked down at his dark gray boxer briefs. His pants were hanging around somewhere. She couldn’t quite remember where they had shed them after the frantic ripping off of each other’s clothes last evening.

  He pulled her to him. “Let me cook for you,” he said, brushing a kiss over her nose. “You oil and do whatever it is you do to look sexy and I’ll see you down there.” He turned and walked out of the room before she could protest.

  By the time Cambria moisturized and dressed in an oversized sleepshirt, the smell of eggs and bacon floated up the stairs. She also recognized the scent of coffee, which she desperately needed. The thought of him standing in her kitchen with nothing on but boxers and ruffled hair from a night and morning spent with her having hot sex made her want him again. Smoothing her hair back with more of her usual oils, she pulled it into a ponytail, and then slipped her bare feet into her fuzzy slippers. She made her way to the kitchen.

  His bare back faced her when she entered. His arm and back muscles flexed as he handled the eggs with a wooden spoon. The floor creaked under her fuzzy slippers and he turned. His green gaze landed on her in the doorway.

  “Food’s almost ready,” he said, breaking the awkward silence.

  She cleared her throat. “It smells great.” Walking toward the breakfast nook, she passed him and his arm snaked out and stopped her. His forearm rubbed against her breast as he pulled her close to him. She didn’t dare look into his eyes or she would be lost.

  “Hey,” he said, speaking to the top of her head.

  “Hmmm?”

  “I don’t want things to get awkward for us now. We know we have feelings for each other. Let’s not drift apart for another four years. Okay?” He grasped her arms and paused as if waiting for her to look up at him.

  She gazed up at him, feeling weak, caring for him and wanting him even more. She couldn’t shake the thought that loving him meant she might get hurt. She dropped her focus to the floor.

  “Cambria?”

  Lost in her own thoughts, she scolded herself for not enjoying him while he was here and dwelling on the fact of what may come.

  He called her again, this time a name more endearing, “Baby?”

  She looked up at him, knowing her eyes brimmed with tears. He wrapped his arms around her, embracing her tight.

  “What is it? Why are you crying?”

  “Brandon you really shouldn’t call me ‘baby’.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because…”

  She searched for a logical excuse. One that made sense to her and would explain to him what she was thinking, but it didn’t happen. He waited patiently and she…stood in silence, unable to blurt out “I’m not like the other girls you are used to being with. It’s going to suck if you…if you hold me all night, fuck me senseless, like no man has ever done, then move on to someone else next week. I want to be more than that to you.”

  He backed her up against the kitchen island and lifted her on top of it. He nudged her legs open, and stepped in between, not sexually, but for her to open to him…physically…emotionally. “You have to talk to me, baby. What are you thinking?”

  “What are we doing?” her words slipped out.

  “What are you talking about?” His brow arched.

  “What is this?” she asked, gesturing at his body between her legs. He leaned in, bracing his body with both arms on either side of her bottom on the island.

  “Do not do that. You are pushing me away, Cambria,” he said firmly. She shook her head. He took her chin in between his thumb and forefinger lifting her head slightly. “Look at me.”

  She lifted her gaze to meet his.

  “Please do not judge this by a couple of stupid flings I had all those years ag
o. I’m here because I want to be with you. I’ve been interested in you since we met, and you mean so much more to me than any stupid roll in the hay.”

  She watched him say the words and knew he meant it.

  “What does that mean for us?”

  “I hope it means you feel the same way,” he answered her in the same tone.

  She closed her eyes.

  “Don’t treat me like a stranger. It’s me here. How many times have we hung out, studied together and talked on the phone? You used to stay in my dorm room all the time for heaven sakes. I don’t understand what the problem is.”

  “The problem is I wanted you for four years, every time we studied together, hung out, and when I slept in your dorm room I wanted more!” she blurted out.

  “I didn’t know,” he whispered.

  “It doesn’t matter now.”

  “Yes it does. Anything that I did to hurt you, matters to me. I want to make it right, Cambria. I would never in a thousand years hurt you on purpose.”

  “You don’t owe me anything, Brandon. Let’s just eat our breakfast.”

  He hit the counter beside her and she jumped. “Why are you doing this?”

  She looked at him through wide eyes.

  “Sorry, I had to get your attention. You are listening to me, but you aren’t hearing what I’m saying, Cambria. I’m standing here in my boxers. I fixed you breakfast and we just finished a night of amazing, mind blowing sex. Now, you are going to sit here and tell me you wanted me for four years, and then tell me it doesn’t matter? Yes, the fuck it does matter. I care about you.”

  Tears she’d tried to hold back finally spilled forth as he continued his confession.

  “Every time I was with you, I wanted more too, baby. The more I got to know you; you became a part of me. You always dated the jocks. I never thought you wanted to be with lanky nerd boy me. So I busied myself with whatever girl was interested.”

  “I dated jocks because you were with whatever girl.”

  “I want to be with you, Cambria. Let’s forget about the missed opportunity and take this one that has been handed to us again. We aren’t seeing anyone else…at least I hope not.”