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Thank fuck.
The moment the driver spots us, he rushes to open the door. I help Camila inside, and we’re on our way back to the farm.
After checking on Ava and finding her fast asleep, I grab Camila and throw her over my shoulder. She giggles all the way to our room, but the moment I close the door, all giggles are gone.
I make quick work of removing the little black dress from Camila’s tempting body. Leaving her only in her thong. She wasn’t wearing a bra.
She’s just as much in a hurry to get me naked, because before I know it, my belt is flying across the room, and my jeans and briefs fall down my legs.
Jesus Christ, we’re like two teenagers in heat.
Camila stops undressing me, and I frown, confused as to why she’s stopping.
“What do you think about using the jacuzzi?” she asks, biting her lip.
There’s a jacuzzi in our room, and we haven’t had a chance to use it all week.
“Love the idea. Come here.” I command as I start filling it up.
She comes, like the good girl she is, and once I sit down, she straddles me.
We kiss as we get used to the hot water. When Camila stops shivering, I lift her up and place her core on my face.
“Vicente, what are you doing?” she whisper-shouts as I rip her thong off.
“What does it look like? I’m about to feast on my favorite meal.”
I nibble and lick at her clit. I love making her wild, and the way she’s moving her hips, I can tell she’s getting closer to reaching an orgasm.
I circle the rim of her arse with my thumb, and Camila jumps at my touch.
“Shh, it’s okay, wife. I’m just going to prime you tonight. We can leave penetration for another day.”
My words seem to calm her down as she relaxes over my face again. I continue my assault on her clit and keep my thumb pressed against her arsehole.
Camila’s moans keep increasing in volume, and while I don’t want her to wake up Ava, a part of me wants anyone within earshot to know I can make my wife cry out in pleasure.
I insert the thumb in her hole, and that’s all it takes for her to come undone. I suck at her clit over and over until I feel her go limp.
“Are you okay, wife?” I ask as I help her straddle me again.
“Okay? I’m blissed out,mi cielo.”
The moment my brain registers what she called me, a lump forms in my throat.
I’ve never been the type to cry—far from it. But hearing my wife, the love of my life, calling memi cielo—her sky—sends me to a whole new kind of high.
“Is that who I am?” I ask, my voice breaking.
Camila’s brows form a straight line. When she realizes what I’m talking about, she kisses me.
“Yes, Vicente. You’remi cielo, mi dicha, mi tesoro. I know this started as an arrangement. But the way you show up for me and Ava every day…” Her voice breaks too.
I kiss her, letting her know I’m listening.
“It’s hard not to fall in love with you,” she says, a stray tear running down her cheek.
Although, my immediate reaction is to worry, the smile on her face lets me know it’s a happy tear.