by Wendi Hulsey
He is trying to be a gentleman, and right now and I don’t want a gentleman. I want him to fuck me, and fuck me hard. I don’t want him pitying me, thinking I’m some broken fragile person. I have been over Dylan for a long time.
“Cameron, I’ve been over Dylan for a long time. When someone is beating you, it slowly breaks you down until there is nothing left. You no longer love that person; you are just so scared that you feel you have no choice but to stay. I learned to separate my feelings and move on. I want you Cameron, and I want you now.”
I move my hand down and with one swift motion pull his towel off. God, I wish the lights were on; I want to see all of him. I reach down and take him in my hand. I’m glad he can’t see the smile on my face, as I am a very pleased woman. His dick is large, extremely hard, and pulsing in my hand. I begin to stroke him slowly and he leans into me for support, letting out a little moan. I have longed to hear him moan like this, it’s even more arousing than I ever imagined.
I get bolder with my movements, stroking him faster and circling my thumb over the wet tip of his dick. I bend forward and kiss down his stomach, my mouth just inches from him. I want to feel him in my mouth. I go down on my knees and tease him, kissing his inner thigh as he did to me earlier. I know he wants me to take him, especially when I feel his hands tangled in my hair. I give in and take him deep into my mouth. I just hold him there for a few seconds and then start to suck up and down his hard shaft. With his hands in my hair, he tries to pull me back. I won’t let him pull out of my mouth; with just the head of his dick in my mouth, I suck on it and roll my tongue around the tip.
“Kylie, stop! I don’t want to come in your mouth. Let’s go in the bedroom, where I can please you, too.”
Releasing him, I say huskily, “You already pleased me plenty today. I’ve been going insane all day, wanting to feel you inside me. We have all the time in the world to make love. Tonight I want you to fuck me.”
“I want to do something first. Then I will grant your wish and thoroughly fuck you, Miss Jenkins.”
With a puzzled look I ask, “What do you want to do?”
“Come here,” he commands as he pulls me from my knees.
At this point, with everything that has happened today, I’m not sure what it is he wants to do. His hands come up and grip both sides of my face. I know he’s looking at me and I wish there was a light on so I could look into those enticing dark eyes. I feel his breath near my mouth briefly, before his lips come crashing down on mine. He gives me a firm kiss, and then traces my lips with the tip of his tongue encouraging me to open my mouth. I open slightly to speak and his tongue enters, soft and silky, gliding along mine. We kiss slowly and deeply, tasting each other until our passion builds and the kiss becomes more frantic. Our need for one another building with each stroke of our tongues, he starts walking me backwards to his bedroom, never breaking our kiss.
When he finally releases my mouth, I step back and look around his room. It’s decorated in manly tones of black and gray, there’s a soft light on his bedside table giving off a romantic aura to the room. He grabs my hand and playfully yanks me back to him. His warm hands find the bottom edge of my tank top and he pulls it up and over my head. I’m still a little self-conscious, standing there half-naked in front of him, something I’m going to have to learn to get over, I want to spend as much time as I can naked with this man. Instead of focusing on my insecurities, I take in his naked body for the first time in the glow of the dim light. He is beautiful, muscular, deeply tanned, and very well endowed.
“It seems you still have too many clothes on to be properly fucked. Allow me to help you out of them.” He proceeds to open the button to my jeans.
“Always the gentleman,” I tease as he slides my jeans over my hips.
“Well, if it’s a gentleman you want you better speak up now because I’m about to fuck you senseless, as you requested. If you have changed your mind, let me know before it’s too late. I may not be able to stop once I start.”
Yes, yes, yes, finally! “No, I haven’t changed my mind; I’m looking forward to it, Mr. Conner.”
“Mr. Conner? Honey, I will have you screaming Cameron in a few minutes. Now let’s get the rest of these clothes off.”
He slides my other leg out of my jeans and grins up at me as I stand there in my lacy thong once again. He glides his hands up my legs and kisses my sweet spot through my underwear, sending a shiver through my body. He hooks a finger in each side of my panties and pulls them down agonizingly slow, making me highly aware of every movement. I want this man so bad yet he is torturing me by dragging this out. I’m ready to throw him on the bed and start riding him.
“Last chance, do you want me to make love to you or fuck you?”
“Cameron, I will beg if I have to, but please fuck me now. I can’t wait any longer to be with you.”
He stands up, grasping both of my breasts in his hands and begins squeezing them rather roughly, tugging on my hard and sensitive nipples. I grab his head with both hands and bring his mouth to my breasts, willing him to take one in his mouth. He draws my nipple in, sucking hard and dragging his teeth across it causing a painful yet stimulating sensation. Who knew pain could cause pleasure at the same time?
We start towards the bed and my anticipation grows, soon I will be relieved of this aching desire for him. I attempt to get up on the bed and am surprised when he drags me back off. Standing face to face, he looks deep into my eyes and gives me a kiss on the nose before grabbing my hips and turning me around. He lifts my hair off my shoulders and I feel his tongue and mouth on my neck. His wet kisses make my body break out in goose bumps, while his other hand is massaging one of my breasts, causing me to get very wet.
Without warning, he reaches down and lifts my right leg, placing my knee up on the bed. I’m now standing on one foot, spread eagle, and bent forward over the bed. Completely open and exposed for him to enter me from behind. I lean my upper body on the bed, waiting for him to put me out of my misery and slam into me.
I have the woman of my dreams completely naked with one leg up on the bed and bent over ready for me to fuck her doggy style. The anticipation of entering her is almost too much to bear. I’m wrestling with my subconscious; can I fuck her this way? Is this really what she wants? I thought the first time would be sweet and romantic, not barbaric.
My thoughts subside as I see her hand reach back and she begins to stroke me again. She has the finest ass I have ever seen, one I’ll enjoy holding onto as I plunge my cock deep inside her. I will tease her a little longer and then I will take her as hard as she wants.
What is he waiting for? I reach back and start stroking him, hoping to guide him and provoke him to enter me. I feel his hands run down my back and over my ass, making me arch my back as an invitation. He pulls back and I lose my grip on his dick. I let out an intense deep moan as I feel his tongue slide up and down my wetness, licking and sucking.
Breathlessly I beg, “Cameron I need you now, please!”
He stops licking me and I finally feel him where I want him, rubbing the tip of his dick against me. I can’t help myself as I arch my back trying to force him to enter me. His hands grip my hips and he enters me ever so slowly and deep. I feel every glorious hard throbbing inch of him inside me. He pulls back gradually, awakening every nerve in my body, before slamming into me. I clutch at the comforter, trying to find something to hold onto as he plunges himself into me faster and faster.
I feel myself ready to climax and want him to come with me. I try to find something to hold onto, but it’s no use, so I lay my head on the bed arching my back and ass for him to go deeper. I feel him pulsing inside me with each thrust and I know he is close to an orgasm. We both let out a loud moan simultaneously as he drives into me one last time before collapsing on me.
We lay like that for a few minutes, completely spent with a sheen of sweat covering our bodies. He pulls out of me slowly and already I feel a sense of loss. I want him to stay in
side of me. He pulls my raised leg off the bed and places it back on the floor. I’m afraid to try to stand, I don’t think my legs will support me, they feel like Jell-O. His warm smooth hands rub over my bottom and up my back as he stands behind me massaging my muscles; I’m so relaxed and sleepy.
“Cameron, that feels great, however if I don’t get up on this bed my legs are going to give out.”
He runs around to the side of the bed and whips down the covers. Returning to my side, he lifts me in his arms and carries me to the turned down side of the bed, gently laying me down. He walks around to the other side and turns off the bedside lamp. I feel his weight as he gets in bed and pulls me into his arms. Lying in bed with my head on Cameron’s chest, hearing his still rapid heartbeat is the safest I have felt in a long time. I fall asleep almost instantly.
I wake up way earlier than what is normal for me, stretch and reach out to put my arms around Cameron. We must have somehow separated in the night and I want to lay by his side for a while longer. When I roll over, he isn’t in bed. Damn, he really is an early riser. I lay there for a few more minutes, not wanting to get up until my bladder starts screaming for relief. As I walk to the bathroom, I smell bacon cooking and my stomach growls loudly. I relieve myself then take a glance in the mirror. Good Lord! My hair is a mess and I look like a raccoon. I find a comb in a drawer and pull it though my long hair as best as I can. I wash yesterday’s makeup off my face and go back in Cameron’s room in search of some clothes. I find my clothes neatly folded on his dresser. I pull on my barely there, underwear, my tank top, and go to find Cameron.
“Hey, she’s alive.”
“What time is it?” I ask going up on my tiptoes and planting a kiss on his lips.
He glances towards the microwave. “Almost nine thirty. I got up around nine, which is sleeping in for me. By nine o’clock, I have normally worked out, showered and I’m out of the house. Then again I don’t usually entertain as late as I did last night.”
“I will be sure to not keep you up so late in the future. I do apologize,” I say, pouting.
He pulls me to him giving my bare ass a firm squeeze and sweetly violates my mouth with his tongue. All my hormones kick in as I feel him growing hard against my thigh. I could get use to waking up to this man every morning. “Cameron? I’m starving, I need some of that bacon, and I seem to have worked up quite an appetite with last night’s activities.”
“Well, I made us bacon, eggs, hash browns, and toast. However, I’m thinking I would rather have you right here on the kitchen island instead.”
His cell phone starts vibrating on the kitchen counter and he separates himself from me to answer it. Checking the caller ID, he shakes his head and points towards the door. “My nosy ass sister.”
“Hello Courtney, what can I do for you this fine morning? Yeah, she’s right here. I let her sleep on my couch last night. She did sleep on my couch, honest. Someone seemed to be entertaining too loudly for her to get any sleep in her own room.”
He listens for a while and tells her he will talk to me and call her back after we finish breakfast. I start plating up our food and he tries to disconnect. Anyone who has ever talked to Courtney on the phone knows it’s impossible to hang up because she just keeps on talking.
“What’s up with Courtney?” I inquire curiously.
“She wants to know if we want to spend the day on the beach with her and Blake. I guess he needs to practice for a couple hours and his partner is out of town. He wanted to know if I would fill in and the two of you could soak up some sun and cheer us on.”
“Sounds like a plan to me. I didn’t have anything planned for today other than trying to seduce you some more,” I reply, trying not to laugh.
“Then let me call her and tell her we are busy.”
“Cameron!”
“Just kidding! I would be more than willing to help rub your suntan lotion on before playing. I would also like to take you swimming in the ocean when I get finished. Courtney said you haven’t actually been in the water yet, that you two just laid in the sun last time.”
“No, I haven’t been in the water. Last time we were at the beach, she was trying to get Blake’s attention and didn’t want to get her hair wet. I would love to go for a swim.”
We finish eating and I clear the table, putting the dishes in the dishwasher while he calls Courtney. I can hear him laughing as he talks to her and I’m curious about what they are discussing. He ends the call and I feel his arms wrap around me. I’m starting to like all the attention from him a little too much.
“What was so funny on the phone?”
“Courtney asked when we were going to come over. When I told her we had to shower yet, she said she would meet us down there, because once we got in the shower who knows how long we would be.”
“I can go shower at Courtney’s condo, I have to get my swim suit anyways.”
“I don’t think so. I want you in the shower with me, your naked body all wet, soapy, and slippery.”
How does he do it? A little sex talk and he has me dripping wet and horny as hell. We get in the shower and have some fun soaping each other up. We try to keep it as innocent as possible, so we actually make it to the beach in a reasonable time. After drying off, I wrap the towel around me and tell him I’m going to sprint across the hall and go get dressed for the beach.
“Are you sure they are gone. I don’t want Blake seeing you like that.”
“Why not? The towel covers more than my bikini,” I smirk.
“Well I can’t wait to see the bikini then.”
I go across the hall, enter Courtney’s condo, and listen. It doesn’t appear that anyone is here, so I run to my room and close the door. Standing there a moment, I get this weird sensation as if something is different in my room. I can’t quite place what it is, yet it gives me a creepy feeling. I put my bikini on and a pair of jean shorts, run a brush through my wet hair and secure it in a ponytail. Grabbing my sunglasses and sunscreen, I’m ready to go. Looking back in my bedroom, I still get a weird sensation. I shrug it off and head for the door.
Cameron is waiting for me in the foyer. He looks me over and smiles. “Damn, this is going to be a good day seeing you in that tiny bikini. You still up for that swim later?”
“Yep, so let’s get moving.”
We take the elevator down and walk out the back of the building. The beach is swarming with locals and tourists. I see Courtney in the distance, lounging on one of the beach chairs. She is sporting an extremely tiny, neon green bikini. The color looks fabulous against her tan. I don’t see Blake anywhere, and I would think he would be clinging to her after what I heard coming from her room last night.
“Hey Courtney, where’s Blake?” I ask.
“He went down to the water for a quick swim; he said swimming in the waves loosens his muscles up. He should be back in a few minutes, have a seat.”
Cameron grabs me and plants a kiss on my lips. “I will be back in a minute to put that sunscreen on you.”
He heads off towards the water to join Blake out in the waves. I pull off my shorts and take a seat next to a grinning Courtney.
“What?”
“How was your night with my brother? He seems to be in a really good mood this morning,” she asks with questioning look on her face.
“His couch is quite comfortable, thanks for asking.”
“His couch my ass! You are such a terrible liar, besides that mark on your chest tells me a different story.”
Trying to see what she is talking about I look down, “What mark?”
“Right there at the edge of your bikini top, looks like stubble burn to me. My brother must have worked you over good last night,” she says, smiling ear to ear.
“Courtney?”
“Yeah.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
Within seconds we both bust up laughing, she knows me too well for me to be able to lie to her. We see Blake and Cameron making their way back to us, they are
a sight to see, walking along the beach all wet with bulging muscles. They both graciously apply sunscreen to our bodies before heading off to the volleyball net.
Courtney and I lay there in silence for a while before I ask, “Is Blake spending the night with you again tonight?”
“I hope so, why?”
“Well, maybe I will stop by and grab some clothes. Cameron mentioned going for a swim, then grabbing a bite to eat, and watching a movie tonight. If Blake is staying at your place maybe I will stay with Cameron again, if he will have me.”
“If he will have you? Have you seen the stupid love struck look on his face? He will definitely have you Kylie.”
The men return all sweaty and looking for something to drink. Cameron states he’s done playing and holds out his hand to me. “You owe me a swim in the ocean and I need to rinse off the sweat.”
Looking at Blake and Courtney, I tell Courtney, “See you guys later, I will stop by for clothes in a little bit.”
Courtney just waves, too busy staring at Blake’s body. The water is a lot warmer than what I was expecting. In Wisconsin, you’re lucky if you can swim in the water one month a year, it’s so cold. The waves crash around us and before we know it, we are half way down the beach. We are exhausted from fighting the waves and decide to go back to the condominium to shower and then go get a late lunch.
We eat at a little beachside café that has amazing sandwiches and an incredible outside deck overlooking the beach and ocean. We talk about our plans for tomorrow. Courtney plans to take me out job hunting and Cameron’s going to help Blake move his stuff from the hotel he has been staying in to his place. Apparently, he has a bunch of stuff in storage that he’s going to leave there until he gets a place of his own.
We sit there for a while, enjoying each other’s company and before we know it, it starts getting dark. I like that I feel so comfortable and at ease in Cameron’s presence, talking to him and learning about his likes and dislikes. It has been a great afternoon.
