Sunday
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She had barely placed a loving kiss on his twitching member before he was lifting her up off the bed and into his arms. She didn’t realize what he was doing until he lifted her in the air and forced her to wrap her legs around his waist. But she found out soon enough when he growled against her mouth and thrust his hand between their bodies.
She was shivering, moaning, “Yes, yes, yesssss!” as he impaled her sopping core on his length. Immediately she took over, slamming her body down on him as he thrust up to meet her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, staring into his eyes and swallowing down his moans as she swiveled her hips over his cock just like she would if she were on top. She felt her self being catapulted towards orgasm when she looked at his face and saw him grimace as if he were in pain from the intense pleasure coursing through him.
She let herself lean back slightly and slowed down her movements, giving him a full view of her pussy sliding back and forth over the hot pale, column of flesh between her soft brown thighs. He opened his eyes just enough to stare into hers, stealing her breath as he smacked her ass and bit down on his bottom lip to keep from coming again all too soon. She cried out when his palm connected with her flesh again, and her pussy clamped down even harder on him, spurring them on towards frenzied heights of excitement.
“You like that, Cameron?” she purred, swiping her tongue over her bottom lip.
She was watching his eyes stare down hungrily at the sight of her pussy taking his hard thrusts, and her breasts as they bounced in time with them.
“You love this pussy as much as I love your cock?”
She gasped and moved faster and faster over him when he surged hard into her wet depths and lowered his head to suck hard on a chocolate nipple. His growls over her skin made her whimper and grind in tight circles over him. She wailed into the crook of his neck as he slapped her ass and then grabbed it, moving her hips up and down over and over again without pause.
“Yeah baby, move your hips just like that,” he hissed, sucking on any inch of skin he could reach in between his moans. “Ahh God, Gia! That’s my good…fucking…girl…”
One of Flynn’s arms was banded tightly around her waist, while he grabbed her face and pressed her lips to his. He kissed her deep and hard as she rocked her hips over his, stumbling towards the bed to lean over and lay her down. She thought he was going to join her and started to unravel her legs from his waist, but instead he grabbed onto her hips, still standing as he fucked her with sharp, steady strokes.
She looked so fucking sexy, her back arched with only her shoulders leaning on the bed, arms above her head and clutching at the sheets. She bit down on her bottom lip, grasping one of her own bobbing breasts as he pounded harder and faster into her.
“Oh God, Cameron! Oh my FUCKING GOD! I’m coming…I-I’m….Unnnggghhh!!!”
She gasped as he buried himself in her and held himself there, making her writhe as she whimpered and her orgasm rippled over him.
He let her recover just enough to regain the function of speech before he resumed his hard thrusts saying, “Mmm, fuck! I’m coming, baby! You ready for me?”
“Y-yes!” she wailed, moving her hips faster. “Ahh! Yes, I’m ready…come for me!”
As if on command he shoved himself all the way in, shouting his release as he came deep inside of her grasping pussy. The aftershocks of her own orgasm intensified, still rippling through her, making her thighs quiver around his hips. He pulled her even closer to him, running a hungry and shaking hand over her curves as the last of the tremors subsided.
He pulled out slowly, closing his eyes with a groan against the way her pussy clutched at his cock as it left her. He couldn’t even speak. He could barely breathe. All he could do was collapse on the bed and clutch her to him, sighing and groaning as she clutched him back and threw her leg over his waist.
They lay like that for a long while, silent and never more content.
***
“You nervous?” he asked, rubbing soft wide circles over her back.
She was lying on top of him with her arms folded over the black scorpion on his chest and her chin leaning on her arms.
Outside the sun was starting to come up. In a few hours they would have to leave bed, finish packing and head to the airport. They hadn’t been able to sleep too long, instead opting to give into the excitement of departure and the lust that had reasserted itself.
She smiled and said, “A little. But I’m more excited than anything.” She tilted her head on her arms, her eyes searching his. “Are you nervous?”
He ran his fingers through her hair, tucking it behind her ear so that his fingers were free to caress her cheek. “A little.”
She blinked, her ears perking up. She hadn’t expected him to say he was nervous. It had been his idea that she move in with him, after all. Last year, before he moved, she spent as much time with him as she could, practically living with him as they counted down the days until it was time for him to leave.
It hadn’t been nearly enough time. He’d made it quite clear after the first time he visited her that when she was done with school he wanted her near him. They had been in perfect agreement there, since she wanted the exact same thing. So, it was odd that a year’s worth of confidence and determination to make it to this point would be met by nervousness on his part.
“Why are you nervous?” she asked.
He looked at her and sighed. “Because you’re about to leave a lot of things behind for me. I don’t want you to regret it, you know?”
She lifted herself and shook her head.
“Flynn, we talked about that before. I’m anal, a control freak. I did the pros and cons list; I weighed all the options. I even applied to other grad schools, just in case. But at the end of the day, the only place I want to be is where you are. Period. I’m not going to change my mind, and I didn’t say yes just because you asked me to go.”
“Oh, I know you’re not changing your mind, baby,” he said with that devilish grin. “Not if I have anything to say about it.”
“So, then, what’s the problem?” she asked, with a smile of her own.
“It’s just…you and your family are real close, Gia” he said, quietly. He cocked his head to the side and asked, “You sure you don’t worry about being so far away from them?”
She snorted and said, “You met them. You heard the stories. I’ve been trying to escape those people for twenty-two years, Cam, and I’ve finally succeeded.”
His body shook with his laughter and it vibrated through her as she joined him. She slid up his body, pressing her smile to his. His mouth opened and her tongue caressed his slowly, savoring the taste of his laughter and then his moans as her hips started to roll against his.
“I could never regret being with you, baby,” she whispered, infusing her words with as much tenderness as possible, knowing that it didn’t come close to the depth of her feeling for him. “I love you. You’re family to me, too.”
He looked up into those onyx doe eyes and swallowed down the happiness stopping up his throat. How did she manage to get it right, to say in the simplest way possible the thing that could flood his entire body with relief?
She had become family to him, too. He had told her so once before when he was able to muster up the courage. She’d cried, knowing just how much that meant coming from someone that didn’t have a family he cared to speak of. But he never expected to be that for her as well. He never expected to love someone this much and be loved in return. He felt so content and thankful that she was there, that she was right there with him every step of the way now.
Gia rubbed her nose over his, her eyes gazing at those freckles that became more pronounced under the California sun. Those green eyes that she had fallen in love with before she even knew what love was were looking up at her, mirroring her happiness. How could she ever want anything or anyone other than him? How could she possibly regret finding a love like this?
“I love you, Gia,” he whispered with a sof
t smile, lifting his lips to hers.
Just before she gave into his kiss she whispered against his lips, “I love you too, Cameron. Love you, too.”
The words didn’t seem strong enough, but they didn’t need them to be any stronger. They had all the weight of the past, the hurts they had forgiven and the bond that continued to strengthen behind those words. They drew all of the depth and meaning from that simple and oft misused phrase, letting their bodies do what even their words couldn’t.
They didn’t speak again. They didn’t need to. There would be plenty of time for that later, because now they had as many Sundays as they wanted to feel like this.
They had as many Sundays as they wanted to belong to each other.
*** THE END ***
ABOUT KAIA BENNETT
Kaia Bennett is a New Jersey native, college graduate and U.S. Army veteran who loves music, movies, astrology, tattoos, martial arts, animals and, of course, the written word. She heard the siren call of the writer as a teenage girl, but took her sweet time answering it until she had lived and loved enough to share her work with the masses.
She is an erotic author who loves to write stories with depth, realism and viscerally hot encounters that flirt shamelessly with the taboo. A lover of all genres and a voracious reader, she aims to write stories that are transformative for her characters and readers alike.
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