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“You said enough. You don’t want to talk about it right now, and that’s fine. When you’re ready, I will be too.”

Her words mean everything to me. I’ll never understand how someone as sweet as Camila could give herself to me or could be interested in me. But selfishly I want everything she’s willing to give me.

My hands slide up her bare legs and rest on her hips. The silk fabric underneath rubs under my palms, sending a shiver down my spine. “I don’t want to talk right now,” I breathe.

She nods her understanding and brings her arms behind my neck, her fingers combing through my hair. “What should we do then?” Her smile is playful but her eyes are hungry.

My hands tighten around her hips as I guide her down to my lap to straddle me. She lowers her forehead to mine, and her hair falls forward, covering us and I soak her in. I know if I wanted to talk to Camila, I could, but I appreciate that she knows I’m not ready and she’s trying to distract me in other ways.

I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “There isn’t anything I don’t want to do with you—” I don’t think she was expecting that answer because her head melts into my hand. But Camila came over here with a purpose and I’m going to deliver for her. “Butright now, I want to bury my cock so deep inside you, that even if you wanted to get out of my bed in the morning, you wouldn't be able to.”

“Promise?” There’s no shock in her eye or blush on her cheeks. No, Camila’s voice is pure seduction as she raises a challenging brow, strokes her fingers at the back of my head, and circles her hips over my now throbbing cock.

I’ve always thought Camila was sexy, but she’s downright pornographic when she’s radiating this much confidence. I can feel my own calluses as I rub my hands up and down her thighs, pausing a few times to squeeze them. My hands graze a trail over her tiny silk shorts and under her oversized shirt. As I get higher up her ribs I’m met with more bare skin. My thumbs drag along the underside of her breasts and her nipples harden to sharp little points.

“Arms up, Camila.”

My eyes follow her tongue when it slips out, tracing her full bottom lip. Her arms raise and my fingers brush along her body when I pull the hem of her shirt up and over her head. That wild head of hair that I love cascades down her back and her bare breasts are now exposed to me.

The city lights beam in through the living room windows casting a soft glow against her tan skin. I take a long look at her, my eyes roam over every inch of her body. She’s so beautiful. I want to worship her in a way I’ve never felt before. In a way she’s never felt before. She deserves nothing less.

My thumb brushes over her perky nipple and her nails rake down my neck in response. I lower my mouth, replacing my finger with my tongue and lightly sweep at it before covering her with my mouth and giving it a firm suck. Her chest inches forward and the moan that escapes her only fuels me to keep going. I move to her other breast, nipping at the skin around her swollenbud, savoring her, taking my sweet time. Her hips move over me at a more rapid pace now, grinding and rubbing against my erection.

I don’t need to check to know that she’s wet. “So needy, mi esposa.”

“Miles.” Her throaty moan makes it nearly impossible for me to not strip us both down and take her right here on the kitchen table.

I take her breast in my hand and move my mouth to bite the sensitive spot at the slope of her neck.

“Miles, please.”

The roaring in my ears is only muffled by the sounds of Camila’s sweet voice. I hook two fingers through her shorts and run the backs of them over her underwear down the middle. She’s dripping.Her hips buck forward at the touch and any restraint I had goes out the window.

In one fluid motion, I stand, sitting her ass down on the table behind her. My fingers wrap around her neck and guide her body to lay flat against the table. Her pulse flutters like a caught butterfly under my palm but I keep it at her neck. I love how responsive her body is to me. The girl that doesn’t know what she wants, but goddamn does her body know what she likes. I roughly drag my other hand up her leg, taking in the feeling of her warm silky skin under me. She lies there completely exposed to me and when I look down at her gleaming wet pussy, my cock somehow swells even more. I sit back down in my chair, hook her legs over my shoulders, and grab onto her thighs before I greedily run a wide flat tongue through her lips. I’m rewarded with the sounds of her crying out my name. She’s even sweeter than I remember. As my tongue slides inside her, her fingers dig into my scalp.

“Oh fuck. Yes,” she breathes.

“I’ve thought about eating this pussy every daysince that goddamn fundraiser. I’m going to fucking gorge myself on you,” I say, smiling against her. Her hips move under me and my fingers trail along her hip bones before I bring them down and give her clit a little pinch. Her back arches off the table as she screams. My own spine is twitching and I drag two fingers down to her entrance. She’s so wet they slide right in. I watch her squeeze my fingers before I add a third and lower my tongue back over her. I alternate between long flat strokes and the tip of my flexed tongue. Her cries become more desperate and I know she’s close. I pump my fingers harder and the strokes of my tongue don’t let up.

“Oh fuck. Miles, I’m going to—oh God.”

There’s not a single other thought in my mind right now, other than to please her. To give her what she needs. And as it turns out, pleasing Camila is what I need too.

I suck her clit just a little harder and feel her body tremble against me. A warm liquid runs down my shoulder blade where her nails dig in tightly. I brace one arm on the warm wood table beneath her and roughly drag the scruff of my beard down her thighs before pressing my lips over the red spots, soothing her skin with light kisses. Camila sits up, propping herself on her elbows. Her face is flush but her eyes still shine. I stand from my chair finally freeing my painful hard-on. I grip the base, lining up just the tip, stroking it through her lips but not yet entering.

“Oh my god!” She jerks from the touch, still sensitive from her orgasm.

“Are you ready to move to the bedroom so I can find a condom?”

“I—I’m on the pill,” she breathes.

Jesus.My eyes close for a brief moment as guttural noise escapes from the back of my throat.

“You gonna let me fuck you bare, Camila?”

She looks between us at where I’m still just grazing her. “I want this. I want you, right now. And I’m not afraid to say it.” Her hands cup my face and she brings me into a soul-crushing kiss. Her breasts flatten against my chest as she wraps her legs tightly around my waist. Her wet little cunt presses to my stomach and I swell even more.

Her words say she wants this, but her kiss confirms it. This woman who could barely voice how she liked her coffee is now telling me she wants all of me deep inside her. Is it weird to feel proud of someone in a moment like this? Maybe. But I can’t help it. I’ve completely fallen for Camila.