Sex Sessions: After The Cut (Camera Tales #2)

by Charisse Spiers

  "Why do I feel like we just recited our wedding vows?"

  She smiles. "Maybe we did."

  "That's not fair. I didn't even get to present a ring first."

  "I don't need a ring to promise my heart to you."

  I lean in to study her. "So you'd marry me right now, at the drop of a hat, and never regret it?"

  "Yes."

  "No lag time in your answer. I'm impressed."

  "When you let your heart answer instead of your head there generally isn't."

  "You're eighteen, and you've only known me a couple of months at best."

  "It doesn't change my answer."

  "I'm not sure what to say right now."

  "You don't have to say anything. Just know that when you're ready, so am I."

  "Kambry, don't fuck with my heart. I have a few years on you. My time and your time could be totally different."

  "I don't think you really understand. I just really figured it out myself. It first occurred to me when you presented me with a key in a ring box on the beach. As excited as I was to move forward, I was also slightly disappointed it wasn't a ring. I just never had the balls to say anything from the fear of sounding crazy. I'm not sure why I do all of a sudden, but I can't really stop now. We're plotting our lives with the outline of forever. You've asked me to move in with you, to meet your family. We've both proven the thought of being with someone else isn't what we want, let alone the act. You even said I could view the guitar as a promise of forever. I love you, Sax. That's never going to change. Where I come from, even though I never found it there, people in love do crazy things, like get married after only a couple of months of knowing each other if that's what they want. My point is there are no rules in love. If we grow together in our lives, married or not is no difference to me. It's just the world's marker that we're untouchable to other people. If it means no other girl can touch you, then bring it on. I'll marry you before we board the plane to go home. Time is just a bookmark."

  I lace my hands on top of my head, staring into her eyes with my heart pounding against my chest. I'm dizzy, not even registering that we're having this conversation butt ass naked. I don't care. "The average person lives what, eighty years, give or take? There is no such thing as divorce in my world, Kambry. We make it or die trying. That's the only option. I won't give you a divorce. Think about it. Can you be with me and me only for sixty years and never once wish you had lived your life more?"

  She crosses one leg over the other, resting her elbow on her knee. "The day you walked out of that house and didn't come back I was forced with the option you're trying to entice me with. I didn't want it then and I don't want it now. Having my will to make a life for myself taken away has me very in tune with what I want for myself. Every facet of life is always optional but you. You, I need, with every part of me, forever and ever, until I take my last breath. If I can't live it up with you, then I don't need it in my life."

  I pull my fingers through my hair, trying to decide if I'm going to own up to this insanity on my part. I never want her to regret me. I never want her to feel like I loved her too hard. I never want her to feel smothered, or pressured. I also never want to let her go. "Fuck it."

  "Uh, not exactly the kind of answer that belongs here. Do you feel like I'm pressuring you into this? That's not what I meant by this conversation. Shit, Sax, I forget. I'm sorry."

  "What? Kambry, shut up. This has nothing to do with her. Shit, hold on. I just need to process."

  I walk to my suitcase and open the front, before unzipping the inner pocket and removing the contents, holding it in front of my dick. "Aren't we past modesty at this point," she says as she glances at the fabric covering my groin.

  "Whatever you do or say, just don't judge me too hard. I'm aware this is fucking insane. Okay?"

  She looks confused. My head falls back. "This is where you have my back," I mumble.

  "Sax—"

  "Kambry, when I left the nail salon I went wandering for a while. I walked in a few shops and made a few purchases, before heading back here to hide those purchases until I was ready to show you, but along the way this one particular store caught my eye. I felt compelled to walk in because there was one more thing I was lacking before I met back up with you. I knew they would probably have it. When the lady started asking what I was looking for I told her, so she took me to the appropriate section to show me what they had. I thought it was going to be a quick in and out. It wasn't. For the fucking life of me I have no idea why, but before I could stop myself I went in a direction totally opposite of what I went in there for."

  I close in on her. "Then I saw it. The one. I knew in my heart I couldn't leave that fucking store without it, whether I had to hold onto it for eighteen months or ten years. Everything was a guess. My heart was throbbing, I was sweating and scared to death, but I knew it was yours. I knew you were the person that would always complete me, and I was willing to spend the rest of my life proving it to you."

  I take a deep breath. "This conversation now is weird as hell. I never in a million years thought I'd actually need it today. My intentions were to lock it in the safe and forget about it. Fuck, I'm rambling. I'm not a rambler."

  She straightens her posture when I hit my knee and pull the rubber band off the rolled up shirt, revealing the small, square box nestled inside. I toss the shirt aside. "Baby, I love you. I may have been slow to realize it, or slower than you, but I do. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about you. I want to be around you every second that I can. I want to make you happy, whether it's living poor and in love or filming porn together to get by. I'll stay up all hours of the day and night to make your dreams come true, but there's one thing I can't do, and that's lose you."

  I open the box, revealing the ring inside. "Kambry, will you spend the rest of your life with me?"

  Tears roll down her face instantaneously as she stares at it. My stomach is in fucking knots. I wish I could say this is the first time I've done this. Hell, the first time was at least planned out. This, well, this isn't really something for the storybooks or Facebook approved to share with family and friends, but my entire life thus far with her has been one big surprise after another. This one is more from the heart, though. She's the one that deserves the fairytale. Maybe I should have forced myself to wait until her birthday that I was already planning for. Her silence is weakening. Dammit, maybe it's too much.

  When I'm about to close it, she comes off the bed in a hurry, mauling me like a bear. The sudden weight shift offset my balance causing me to fall backward. "Yes. Dammit, yes. That's what I meant to say. I'd be honored to spend forever with you."

  The speed effect disappears, giving my racing heart a break. I can finally breathe. "Thank fuck. I felt like I was going to die."

  She transitions into a straddle on top of me. "Did you really think I was going to say no?"

  "Yes. This wasn't really epic like it should be. It was completely fucking random."

  "So, it was perfect and totally us. This is better than epic, but I would have said yes without a ring."

  I remove it from the box and slide it on her left ring finger. It travels over her knuckle with ease, stopping in just the place it's supposed to. It fits. My sign it's meant to be. This one is bigger and better than the last one, giving off more light and covering more finger with the overall setting. I had to. I know she doesn't know what it looked like, but I wouldn't have been able to live with myself knowing the one that didn't deserve it got the better cut, clarity, and carat. "That is one tradition I would never allow you to miss."

  "I can't imagine a more beautiful ring if I tried. It's perfect."

  She leans down and kisses my chest. "It was meant to be yours." She begins to descend until her mouth makes its way onto my dick, sucking in a way she's never sucked me before. "Fuck. I'm a lucky bastard."

  Chapter Eight

  Kambry

  I swallow as he comes in my mouth, his abs tense as he does. When the s
purts stop, I lick my flattened tongue over the head of his dick, leaving no more. At first, the thought of swallowing kind of grossed me out, but now, knowing I'm taking a part of him, no matter what part that is, appeals to me. For some reason he also tastes good to me. "Fuck, woman, that was the best head ever."

  "I'm glad you approve," I respond, as I move up his body, wanting more. "Fuck me, Sax. I want you."

  He grabs my face and pulls me to him, kissing me. I love his lips. It's always astounded me how perfectly they fit together with mine, and now, they're mine . . . forever. Forever. I love the way that sounds. He's my fiancé. For once in my life I wasn't afraid to say what I wanted and it paid off. My heart already feels fuller, bigger, as if it grew in a matter of seconds.

  He rolls us over, positioning himself between my legs on this floor. I can feel his dick resting just over the place it needs to be, only in the wrong position to actually penetrate like I need it to. "No matter how much you want me, I'll always want you more, Kambry. It's been that way since the beginning."

  "That's a matter of opinion."

  "You'll get my dick soon enough. I'll make love to you slow and steady or fuck you fast and hard, but first, there is something I want to do. I'm gonna make you feel it; every fucking inch of it."

  I clench between my legs. "The last time I heard similar words I was close to orgasm on a bar as you went through the Magic Mike XXL soundtrack. I will never hear Feel it by Jacquees and think the same again, or any of those songs for that matter.

  He reaches over and pulls out the drawer to the nightstand by the bed, removing a small box. "That's great, but the goal is for something to remind you of me or us at least every thirty minutes of the day for the rest of your life."

  "What's that?"

  "This, beautiful, is something that is about to rock your world, also known as the Marc Dorcel Geisha Ball."

  "It looks kind of like one of those torpedo toys you use in a swimming pool."

  His massive grin confirms I'm very much wrong in my comparison. "Well I assure you it will cause much more commotion than that would."

  "Wait. What do you do with that? Is it like a vibrator or something?"

  "It's a plug," he so bluntly says.

  "I'm not sure I understand. A plug for what?"

  "Your beautiful ass."

  My mouth drops. I can feel it gaping. I prop up on my elbows. "But why? I thought you were putting your dick in there. What's the point in that?"

  He rubs his face. "I can see I have my work cut out for me, which I like, by the way. The rectum is actually known for causing intense sexual pleasure. Like your pussy, it has nerve endings that can cause orgasm. You know how you like when I rub it?"

  I nod, my cheeks on fire. "Well that's why. The rectum and the vagina share a thin wall, hence some women getting double-teamed by men, which will not be you. No other dick is going in there."

  I roll my eyes. "I'm just reminding you incase there was ever an increment of confusion. Last time we went down this road we had no privacy, so I couldn't talk you through it as much as I should have. This time it'll be different. I should have started this way anyway. I got carried away with the thought of going in there and lost my train of thought. Are you up for it?"

  I glance between the box and him. I'm a little nervous, but I want this. I want to be the person he can experience things he likes with. I want him to be the person I try things with, and we're completely alone. No one is watching, there are no cameras, and we have the intimacy of doing something together. "Yes. Tell me what to do."

  "Get on all fours, baby."

  I do as he says while the sounds of the box being torn open registers in my ears. I glance over my shoulder when it stops. He's grabbing lubricant from the drawer. "Have you used the bathroom today?"

  "Uh, not sexy conversation, Saxton."

  "It'll make things more enjoyable for you. I'm your fiancé. Days of awkwardness will soon be gone, so we might as well start now."

  I cannot believe I'm having this conversation with a guy, fiancé or not. "Yes. Before my shower."

  "Good. Relax."

  I turn my head and look down at the floor, between my hands, trying to breathe evenly. He begins massaging my thighs in a circular motion, slowly moving upward until his thumbs are pressing into the center of my butt cheeks. Some of the tension in my body leaves in the weirdest way. "Pressure points," he says.

  I love him. He loves me. This isn't dirty . . .

  I can hear the cap open and then his thumb begins rubbing wetness over my butthole. My toes curl from the sensation and I can feel throbbing between my legs. I will never understand why that feels so good, but it does.

  He begins pressing the tip of his thumb inside, slowly, stretching the small muscle a little at a time. "Fuck," I whisper.

  "You okay? Talk to me. Communication is key here, baby."

  If I curl my toes anymore, I'm liable to get a calf cramp. "It just feels weird, like I have to use the bathroom really bad. It's a pressure that makes me uncomfortable and paranoid."

  He slips his thumb in and out at a steady pace. "I need you to relax your mind, baby. You're over processing it. Don't think. Just feel."

  His breath hits my lower back just before his lips touch, causing chills to run up my spine. Then comes his tongue, quickly tracing the vertical contour of my back. I reflexively arch, no longer processing what is going on down below, except that I feel wet.

  I moan out when he rubs the head of his dick up and down in the natural lubrication that is awaiting use. In one swift motion he thrusts inside, filling me entirely. A sound of fulfillment escapes my barely open mouth and my fingers claw into the carpet. It still takes some getting use to when he first enters me in positions like this. It's a bite at first, but it's a pain that feels so good it's unexplainable.

  Slowly, he pulls out and thrusts back inside, not getting in a hurry. My eyes close, unable to hold them open any longer. He slaps my ass, hard, causing a deep guttural moan to occur. When his fingers trail along the freshly stinging skin is when my mind goes completely blank. I hear nothing. I see nothing. But I feel everything.

  His hands disappear from my body, both of them. His dick, however, continues to penetrate me in the slowest torture. I clench around him as he pulls out, using his hips only as a control source. "Shit, I love your dick, Sax."

  "That's it, baby. Take it. Claim it."

  Something smooth makes contact with my butthole, but this time it doesn't faze me like the first time. Slowly it presses inside, opening me once again. One hand starts softly rubbing up and down my back. He doesn't stop, just slowly inches it in every few thrusts inside of me. The more my back instinctively arches, the wider my ass opens for him, and the deeper it enters, until finally, he pushes it in all the way. It's a noticeable change. "Fucking shit," I scream.

  His thrusts halt when he pushes completely inside again. His hands become flush with my sides, before slowly moving upward until he is hovered over me and grabbing ahold of my boobs. I can't explain this feeling: full maybe. I can't breathe. Everything feels like it's sitting at my throat. "You okay?"

  He pinches my nipples. "Yes."

  "Good." He grabs my chin, turning my head toward him, before he kisses me. "Now enjoy the ride."

  Before I can think, he's already upright, grabbing onto my hips. His thrusts begin again, slowly at first, and then the pace picks up, not giving me time to prepare for the transition. "Holy . . . fuuuuck."

  "Feel it, baby."

  As my body rocks back and forth from his thrusts, something starts moving inside of me, rolling around. "Sax. I can't. Too much. Shit."

  He pulls me back until my ass is sitting in his tilted lap. He's sitting on his heels. "You have no idea how good your pussy feels right now," he grits into my ear. One hand scrapes down my torso, traveling over my belly button, and stops at my lips, pressing inside. "You're squeezing me so tight it hurts. Fuck it feels good."

  He thrusts upward, holding me on his
lap. My hand immediately goes over my head, behind me, gripping his hair. I can't stand this feeling, being filled from two different places, yet I don't want to stop. I can't stop.

  I moan when he bites my neck muscle: the one connecting my neck to my shoulder. My body is covered in a light sheen of sweat. My core feels like it's cooking. He closes his fist tightly around my breast as he begins rubbing my clit. "Damn, Sax. No."

  His thrusts are so slow that I can barely feel him moving. "Fuck. I want to come so bad right now, yet I don't."

  He holds me to him, no longer moving, but still rubbing my clit at a quick pace. My body begins to lift, unable to handle the mixture of sensations, before automatically rocking back and forth. He forces me off of him. I look over my shoulder. "What's wrong?"

  "Turn around. If you're going to do that I want to see your face."

  Standing up on my knees, I turn around, facing him. He alters his position into a full sit, leaning against the side of the bed. His eyes briefly close as his eyes are glued to me, walking toward him on my knees. "You're so beautiful."

  "It's because I'm in love with you," I say, as I straddle him. His hands snake around my waist and brush up my back, pulling me closer to him.

  "Put it in," he commands, just before his mouth sucks hard on my nipple. I grab the base of his dick and hold it in place, before lowering myself on him. "Godd—"

  I moan against his mouth, silencing the word that I know was about to come from his lips, and the only one I can't bring myself to say and still cringe when I hear. I kiss him, deeply, getting lost emotionally and mentally. Every action goes from being controlled to reflexive. I grind myself against him. I can feel both simultaneously: the plug and his dick. The ability to stop disappears and the need to orgasm becomes necessary.

  He grabs a cheek in each hand and pulls my ass apart. The balls inside of the plug are rolling, driving me insane. Our tongues tangle. I need his kiss, his taste, like I need water. My hands grip in his hair as the orgasm begins, erupting as soon as it starts. My eyelids clench shut and the moans won't stop. It's like nothing I've experienced thus far. Everything is pounding in my head, and the sensations throughout my body have me tingling and feeling like I'm on fire. I'm so wet we're starting to slip against each other.