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

by Charisse Spiers

  "Yes," he interrupts, a heated expression on his face. "I don’t think either of us are quite ready for that honestly. I haven’t had you to myself long enough to share you again yet.”

  "Well that's cool," I say in awe as he closes in on me, each palm gripping a cheek of my ass. Before I can try to amend my childish remark, he drops to his knees before me, placing a kiss beside my belly button.

  My breathing becomes erratic. I glance down as his hands clench around the strings of my underwear at my hips, before rolling them down my body, his lips gliding across my skin as he bares me. When I lift my leg to leave them on the floor, his mouth presses over my lips. "Shit," I whisper, dropping my clutch on the floor, my hands going for my long hair, pulling hard on the ends to offset the way it feels with him touching me. I can't explain it. Every sensation is maximized to the most sensitive degree. Even the occasional blow from his mouth as he disperses kisses against my skin drives me nuts.

  His tongue swipes between my lips, making my entire lower half tense up, and just when he reaches my clit his tongue creates a point, flicking back and forth in a fast motion. "Ugh uh."

  I grab his hair and push his head back until he's not touching me. He looks up at me. "Let me eat it."

  "Not until you let me suck you. I want your dick."

  He doesn't argue like I know he wants to, standing at the end of my sentence. "You want my dick, then pull it out," he says, his voice deeper than before. I love when he gets bossy. It just makes me want him that much more. I grab the bottom of his shirt and remove it, showing the body I love so much, before dropping to my own knees. We stare at each other as I slowly unbuckle his belt. His stomach muscles contract the entire time I unbutton his jeans, following through with the zipper. I can see the hard outline, waiting on me to expose the most perfect dick there ever could be, at least to me.

  Saliva is coating the inside of my mouth in excess as I lower his jeans, his dick springing slightly off his balls from the denim no longer confining it. I stare at it, his jeans landing in a crumbled pile at his feet. "Fucking sit. Now," I demand, being bold with my language.

  For once he does exactly as I say, backing up far enough he can sit on the edge of the bed. He leans back a little, holding his upper body weight with his arms. I quickly remove everything left that is covering any part of skin, followed by my heels. He hasn't stopped staring at me.

  I grab his dick in my small hand, sizing him up like I always do, preparing myself, and more importantly my jaw. Sucking Saxton's dick is no easy task. It takes concentration, muscle training, and breathing skill. I would imagine if a girl could master sucking a dick this size, since I have yet to, she could suck one smaller like an expert.

  I sit back on my heels and stroke the tight but smooth skin at a slow pace, allowing the inside of my mouth to become evenly coated with my saliva. He remains quiet, still staring down at me. His jaw is clenched shut. I can see the muscle locked into place. My breathing is even, forcing each breath in and out of my nose.

  I stand on my knees and he catches me off guard. "Suck my balls, baby."

  That's a strange request coming from Saxton. I've played with them here and there, even with my mouth as he’s requesting, but he's never bluntly asked it of me any time that I can recall. My memory is hazy at the moment, though. "Why?"

  He can tell my question isn't directed in a way that implies I don't want to or feel pressured. I'm just honestly curious. "Because I want your hot, wet mouth wrapped around them. Just handle with care," he says, a grin appearing on the last word.

  Adrenaline rushes through my veins, causing me to stand to my feet. I like knowing what he likes. My palms make contact with his chest, forcing him backward. He complies, even though he could easily overtake my strength. This time when I grab his dick, I grab it with a goal in mind: to suck the porn star better than he's ever had before. I know I can do it, because I've done it a few times before. There is no greater high than doing something better than any other woman, especially when you came into the relationship with little to no experience.

  I bend forward, holding his dick out of the way, before placing a light kiss on the soft skin. My lips part, just before my bottom lip drags upward to reunite with the top, leaving a trail of wetness behind. I can hear his breathing get more pronounced. I repeat the action, but this time allowing the edging of my bottom teeth to scrape along the skin very lightly.

  My mouth opens and I suction, pulling one side into my mouth, but only briefly, before releasing again. My tongue exits, creating a point, and touches at the bottom center, then traces up the textured line that separates the two sides like I did last time. They fascinate me. I move to the other side, giving it the same attention. Any girl that's done this I'm sure realizes quickly that it feels like a marble inside of a small bag of water. Playing with them becomes addictive. They're fun. I like playing with his balls like he likes playing with my boobs.

  His hand wraps in my hair as I continue back and forth between the two, savoring and suckling on each one for a few moments before the switch. He pulls my hair hard, lifting me from his groin. His heels lock around my thighs, pulling my waist closer to the bed until our lips roughly find each other's. His hand grips the front of my thigh to the point that could lead to a bruise, before my body is lifted enough that he turns me around, his lips leaving mine just as he does.

  When my eyes open and focus, I'm staring down at his dick from a different direction than before. I’ve discovered in play he likes this: 69. I push up on my hands and knees, straddling over his body. Instead of looking back at him, I continue as if nothing just happened, only this time placing the head of his dick against my lips, and like a Blow pop, I suck.

  He slaps my ass hard, leaving a stinging burn in its wake, and then clamps his thumb and index fingers on the skin covering my clit, pulling back until I back my ass up. It hurts, but I like when he gets a little rough. I can feel the point of his nose skimming between my lips, and then slowly he presses his tongue inside of me. All of the muscles between my legs tighten, but I'm completely turned on. I grip my hands on his thighs, his dick only stabilized by my mouth, and find a rhythm as he begins tongue fucking me, making it hard to concentrate.

  His thumb presses between my lips and immediately touches my clit. He begins rubbing back and forth, causing me to moan around his dick. His hips thrust upward, his dick driving forward. The head hits against the back of my throat, causing me to gag, but I control myself before it gets out of hand.

  He exerts more pressure against my clit, and within a few strokes back and forth I'm ready to come. My nails dig into his thighs, but I force myself to keep sucking, his dick drenched in my saliva. I'm not ready to come yet. I suck harder, faster, trying desperately to only focus on what's in front of me.

  Then I feel it; the fingertip trailing from my pussy along my backside until it’s pressed against my asshole. Dammit, no. He presses it inside as he continues assaulting my clit in the best possible way, his wet tongue matching the rhythm with trusts in and out. Shit.

  Before I can stop it I'm coming, moaning around his dick, his tongue entering completely at the perfect time, as if he knew I was about to come. His finger continues to slide in and out of my ass, making my orgasm deeper, harder, and longer. As my body relaxes he bites into the skin beside my lip, just beneath my ass.

  I feel like a failure. I wanted him to come or at least for us to go a while before I did. "Come here," he demands, just as I was trying to suck some more. I turn around, knowing that the tone in his voice means he wants sex. I glance at him, his eyes heavy as he looks at me. He flips us over. "You will never know how much I fucking love you."

  "I do, because I love you at least that much." He's standing on his knees between my legs. I love this view. I never realized how beautiful the human body is totally naked until I met him. Now, in a weird way, in which I would never admit aloud, I understand why some people prefer to live nude. I would totally encapsulate myself in a house with h
im nude twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. He's beautiful. "At least that much," I repeat, hoping he gets the point without me sounding like a psycho.

  He slides off the edge of the bed and bends down, returning back in his original position seconds later, his phone in hand, before lying it down beside my body. "You still want to be my wife?" He asks, rubbing the head of his dick back and forth over my entrance.

  My heart begins to race faster at the verbalization of that last word. Wife. It's the first time I've heard it since he proposed to me and slid the ring I am wearing on my finger. That word rattles my soul to my very core. "Yes. Forever."

  "Push up." When I do as he says, giving my lower body more height, he thrusts inside, his phone already back in hand. My lungs experience temporary paralysis as my body encounters the fill of a void I've been trying to ignore. He holds the back of the phone angled toward me with one hand, grabbing the back of one of my knees in the other; just before he starts controlling his pelvic thrusts, sliding in and out so slowly I can barely hold myself still. I clench my hands on the fabric of the comforter. My lower half lifted off the bed, stretched and creating half of a backbend, allows me to feel his dick deeper, forming a tighter fit within me. "Tell the world you'll never tire of my dick being inside of you; only my dick."

  His rhythm is hypnotic, causing my eyes to roll in circles to avoid closing them. My feet push further into the bed, lifting my waist more. I'm so high right now, but I'm not sure it's totally the drugs. As I lay quietly, trying to bypass the level ten sensitivity going on within and all over my body, he turns the phone a little toward the juncture in which our bodies meet, his eyes watching as he thrusts in and out of me. "Fuck, I love watching my dick slide inside of your pussy, coming out wetter than when it went in. It sends me over the edge."

  His voice is deep, breathing scattered within the words. I watch him as he watches his dick slide in and out, over and over. It's hot seeing him so turned on that he temporarily forgot he even asked me a question. I feel sexy when he wants me like this. "It feels just as good as it looks," I say, causing him to look back at me, bringing the camera back to my face.

  I look into the small lens on the back of the camera and speak as steadily as I can. "I'll never tire of this . . . with you," I say, meaning so much more than just his dick. The complexity of us is indescribable with words. I want him, I need him, and I know already that I cannot live without him. "You're my first, my last, my forever and my always."

  He touches the screen of the phone, before tossing it aside, his hips still pumping his dick in and out of me. I love the way his stomach ripples each time he pushes inside.

  I place my palms flat against his abdomen to feel them as they contract. He doesn't allow me to keep them there for long, before he grabs them in his hands, lacing our fingers, and bends down to hover his body over mine, forcing my waist to remain elevated by altering his legs into a parallel position under me, his knees pressed into the mattress. He releases his hands from mine long enough to place my legs on his shoulders, before lacing them back together and leaning forward.

  His upper body is pressed against mine, pinning me to this bed. My feet are almost touching my ears, but he never stops. His hips stay in constant motion. It fucking hurts, being stretched this far, but holy hell he’s so deep. I don’t want him to stop. He's clenching my hands so tight his forearms are hard on top of mine. My body heats to the point that I can feel my skin become wet, but I will endure it, because I don't want him to move. He's touching me. I just want him to touch me. I like feeling this close to him. He pulls almost completely out and drives his pelvis against my ass, his dick forging inside me like an army at enemy lines. The force was so brutal that we gained about an inch of height from the bed. “Fucking yes! Oh my god, yes.”

  His trusts are now shallow, never pulling out more than maybe an inch or so before pushing back inside, his pelvis connecting with my skin once again, our bodies rubbing against each other. He looks into my eyes so fiercely that I can't feel my own heart beat. "In so many ways you're that for me, Kambry. Promise me you won't regret marrying me so young. I can't live knowing I'm your regret, even if not now."

  I grab his face and hold him close to me so that I can look him deep into his eyes without them straying. He stops completely inside of me, his hand rubbing up and down the outside of my shaking leg. "I solemnly swear on my life that there will never be a day I regret marrying you, period, age or otherwise. You're my soul mate, Saxton. Now I know why I left that night. I went back and forth in my head for hours, scared to go against everything I've ever known, but now it all makes sense. I was supposed to find you, to save you from the path you were on. It wasn’t meant to last. I was all grown up and my heart was ready. It was time."

  He stares at me, not blinking, and for the first time since I met him his eyes look glazed over, watery, as if one blink would release an actual tear, but then he starts blinking rapidly and nothing falls, the slightest disappointment trying to brew. "I definitely needed saving. It just took the right girl."

  "I'm your girl, Sax. Always." My legs fall down his arms into the bend of his and he starts to move again, this time in silence. The night’s end may have started out in party mode, fucking on a high I've never experienced before, but it turns out that sometimes drugs enhance more than just the state of mind. It is possible that when life hacks don't get in the way, parts of the way you feel for someone can come out so easily. That phrase that he just used will stick with me forever . . .

  Saxton

  I carry her limp body snuggled against me inside of Tynleigh's apartment, shutting the door behind me. I work to lock it holding her in my arms. It's 5AM. It seems we lost track of time being in that soundproof room, showing with our bodies the way our hearts feel. Hours of foreplay, sex and sweating, and I'm pretty sure my nuts have been drained of cum. There cannot physically be anything left, not even an ounce.

  Between rounds we talked, more as the drugs started to wear off, getting to know each other a little better than before. And with every word from her mouth I wanted her more. I’ve never craved to be physically connected to another woman like I do with her. It’s the only form in which I feel truly complete. It’s not even about the orgasm anymore, but about the intimacy.

  On the final round of her straddling my dick and attempting to sit down on it, I realized all that remained was the sticky remnants of my earlier cum wars. She was dry and I was semi soft; and her eyes were close to closing, so I called it quits. It was only a couple hours shy of the club's closing down time anyway, so I pulled her beside me to lay her head on my chest. Then I rubbed her arm draped over my stomach until she fell asleep. It didn't take long and she was out, as if she was just waiting for my cue.

  I laid there longer than I had planned, thinking and watching her sleep. In some ways I feel like I'm being an asshole; taking her life away by making her a wife before she starts college or has her twenty-first birthday, but then I remember the smile on her face when she was over the shock and agreed to marry me, or even simply when I'm around. She makes me a whole man. I just hope I'm not being selfish here.

  The sound of a bouncing mattress registers as I make my way to our room, moaning occurring in a patterned rhythm. My eyes squint, my feet picking up speed. Fucking hell. I don't want to hear that shit. Tynleigh called my phone before I got up and woke up Kambry long enough to put our clothes on, asking if we were okay. When she realized I was pretty coherent she said she was easing home early, with someone. From that point I tried to take my time, hoping they'd be done and asleep by the time we returned. Obviously, I'm not the only one in this family with a late night drive…or morning.

  Once I walk in the bedroom and lay Kambry on the bed, I return to shut the bedroom door and turn on the television on my way back, leaving it on the channel it was already on— an infomercial— just turning up the volume a little to drown out the close proximity of the bedrooms. "What are you doing?"

  The groggy voic
e behind me causes me to turn around as I put the remote down. "Just turning the television on. Go back to sleep, baby."

  "Not until you come to bed."

  "I'm coming. You want some water?"

  She shakes her head. "I just want you to hold me."

  The organ behind the left chest cavity feels constricted, as it does so often with the smallest phrases from her. Shoveling off my shoes, I remove my shirt and jeans, just before climbing in beside her. She raises her arms, waiting on me to take her dress off. I do, and then she wiggles under the covers in only her panties, grabbing my hand and draping my arm over her body.

  I snuggle up behind her. "Sax," she says in a whisper.

  "What, baby?"

  "Please don't leave me, okay? Please grow old with me."

  I kiss her shoulder, barely able to breathe. "Why would I leave the best thing that's ever happened to me?"

  She turns over, her eyes still heavy as she blinks. "I don't know. People get bored. They want change. That honeymoon phase I've always heard about fades and like with drugs people go looking for that relationship high in someone new. I don't really have much to compare us to since I fell in love with the second guy I dated and the first I slept with, so I never feel like I'm missing anything. I guess I just started thinking tonight about how much I love you and the fact that I can experience new things with the man I want to be with forever. Tonight was fun, really fun. I know you have more experience and all. Just tell me if you want any of those things and we can fix it. I'll try to change. I can be as adventurous as you want me to be. Just don't leave. I'm pretty sure it would destroy me."

  A tear falls from the corner of her eye, running down the side of her nose. I can see it with the light flickering from the television. I swipe it with my finger. "Fuck, baby, why are you crying? Seriously? I can't walk away from you, Kambry. I've already tried and only lasted like a day. Remember?"