Camila leads Marshall to the opposite end of the studio where her bed lies behind a large vintage four panel wood screen. She sits down on the edge of the bed and looks up at him. “Are you sure?” She repeats his question back to him.
“Absolutely positive,” he replies, bending down to kiss her lips. It’s soft and tentative, like it was over breakfast. He wants her to know he can be gentle with her if she needs him to be. Although by the intensity of her kiss, he can guess that she wants more than that.
Camila unhooks his light gray linen pants and lowers the zipper. The sound breaking through the quiet space stirs his lust. He wants to be naked with her, to feel her skin on his. She lowers his trousers to the floor, and he steps out of them, watching through his hooded eyes as she runs her hand over his growing cock. Camila gets up onto her knees to pull Marshall’s shirt over his head, revealing an even harder chest than she’d imagined yesterday. She moves her fingertips along the lines of his torso until they reach the waistband of his trunks. She gazes up at Marshall as she strokes his straining cock.
He darts down and sucks a hard nipple through her thin tank top, leaving a round wet mark. Marshall lifts his left hand and pulls down her top, freeing her other breast. He kneads and massages her bare flesh as he continues to suck the other breast. Camila can feel her desire seep out of her as he continues to tug and suck and lick her breasts. She spreads her legs open more and starts to touch herself.
“Allow me,” he says, pushing Camila back onto the bed. Marshall grabs the waist of her pants and pulls down, removing them in one fell swoop. His eyes radiate a desire that hadn’t been there before. The want he’s been feeling since yesterday has become pure, unadulterated need. Marshall frees his cock and kicks his trunks to the floor below. He lowers himself to Camila’s cunt and licks the outside of her soaking thong.
Camila hisses at the warm sensation of his tongue moving over her. She stretches her arms above her and grabs hold of the metal headboard. Seeing her stretched out before him stirs Marshall’s need and takes it deeper. He tears the thin fabric and tosses it to the floor. He returns to her dripping pussy, wet with her desire, and his saliva. The sight of her pink flesh awakens something inside of him. He doesn’t want to think about what it could mean so he takes it between his lips and sucks until she screams. The sound is beautiful and raw. He likes that there was no pretense, no seduction scene to force intimacy. This is real intimacy, he thinks to himself, probing her pussy with his tongue and his fingers.
Camila is too far into her pleasure to think. She loves the way his fingers dance along her skin while the others slide into her cunt. Her legs are wrapped around his upper back, and she can feel his muscles working beneath them. Her sex vibrates as he groans into its wet heat. The climb is so intense. Camila grips the headboard tighter.
“You want to come this way?” Marshall asks.
Camila looks down at him and nods, unable to speak. She can already feel her pussy start to pulse with her imminent release.
He smiles and says, “That’s what I thought.” As soon as the words are out, he’s relentless. Marshall brings up one hand to tug on her nipples while the other rubs her clit. His mouth continues to lick and probe, penetrating her deeper and deeper until Camila begins to spiral, his name echoing from her lips as her orgasm moves through her.
Marshall kisses his way up Camila slowly. He wants more than anything to be inside her, but he wants her to savor her orgasm first. There’s nowhere else he has to be, or needs to be. The way he’s feeling right now, the world could implode and he wouldn’t care.
Camila opens her eyes and sees Marshall trailing kisses up her arm. She moves her hand to his neck and draws his lips to hers, pressing her chest up to meet his. With her other hand, she begins to stroke his smooth, hard cock.
“If you keep doing that, I’m going to come,” he groans.
“Would that be a bad thing?” She asks into the kiss.
“Not usually, but I want to feel myself come inside you.” Marshall pulls Camila to her knees, his lips on hers even more intensely than before. He moves his erection along her soaking seam and growls. “I swear I almost came just listening to you.”
Camila’s cunt starts to throb, anxious for more. She bends down and takes him into her mouth, licking and sucking her way up and down his cock. He watches as she takes his balls into her mouth, trying to resist coming all over her. The sight of Camila on her knees, bent over, her ass exposed, is too much for Marshall. He lowers himself to the bed. Taking the hint, Camila crawls up over him and readies herself over his expectant cock.
Marshall watches the head of his cock disappear inside of her. The sensation is beyond words. He continues to watch Camila take him further and further each time, drawing out his wanting, his pleasure. The deeper he goes, the less able he is to watch. He can feel himself being pushed to the edge. He loves her sensuality, her confidence. As she takes him to the hilt, he shuts his eyes, allowing the fullness of the experience to wash over him.
Camila lets out a soft cry. He’s one of the biggest guys she’s ever had. His thick cock is stretching her beyond anything she’s felt or experienced with anyone. The feeling is intense and forces her to find that point where pleasure and pain become entwined. This is what being with Marshall is like. There’s the pleasure of the moment combined with the pain of knowing that this is it. She will have to take him for who he is, a fun end-of-the-summer fling.
The idea that her time with him is transient loosens something inside Camila, making her let go of her reservations about being with him. The very thought that the situation is only temporary makes her want to act with abandon. She starts to ride him now, his large, thick cock hitting that spot just right as she lands over him. He grips her hips hard, guiding her as he meets her halfway. Camila plays with her breasts, massaging and squeezing them before pulling her nipples between her fingers. The sensation travels right down to her sex.
Marshall has no idea how long he can sustain this. Camila’s tight pussy is nirvana. He wants to make her come before he does, but he’s losing himself in the moment, watching her play with her tits, feeling her cunt spread over him. Marshall lifts her off of him so he can get behind her. He trails kisses up her spine while playing with her tender nipples. Camila sits back over him, his cock nestled between her sticky thighs.
“You’re not finished I hope,” she breathes into his neck.
He brings his lips down to hers and kisses her deeply. “God no. I’m so close.” He catches his breath. “I’m waiting for you. I want to feel you come over me.”
Camila leans forward slightly, and he starts to rub the head of his cock along her seam, paying careful attention to her swollen clit. “You’re fucking beautiful,” Marshall groans. He’s speaking to her cunt, but he’s directing it toward her entire being.
He lowers his face to her pussy and starts to lick her again. Camila moves her hips in rhythm to his strokes. Just when she thinks he’s going to make her come this way, he slides himself into her again, pushing all the air out of her. The suddenness of it makes Camila cry out.
Marshall begins to pick up his pace. He can’t take it slow anymore. He wants to make it last until the night, but he can feel his release begin to snake through him and bring him right to the very edge of his pleasure. He’s beginning to lose focus. Every sensation is coming at him from all directions. His mind, his body, his emotions, and his spirit are filling with the intense desire to find meaning and connection in this moment while his cock is getting ready to explode. He reaches around to rub her clit, lacing his fingers with hers. “I’m so close,” he murmurs into Camila’s ear.
She whispers something back, but he doesn’t hear clearly. If he could hear her, he would’ve heard, “Me too.” Camila too is filled with myriad sensations that have enveloped her entire being. It’s not anything she’s felt before, and she’s holding onto it for dear life, hoping it doesn’t leave her the moment she lets go and gives in to her release.
“Come
for me,” he nearly pleads, feeling himself begin to let go.
Marshall thrusts himself in and out a few more times, pushing Camila to that place of pain and pleasure she’d found inside of herself. His release becomes hers as they both spiral down into that deep bliss neither knew existed before.
Chapter 12
Dusk is beginning to cover the City as Camila wakes up. She rolls over, half-surprised to see Marshall sleeping next to her. The way they’d spent the past twelve hours made it seems as if it were all a dream. She’s never met someone she hasn’t grown tired of after a few hours. The feeling is both troubling and exciting. Like walking the tightrope between doing what’s right and what feels good.
Camila gets out of bed quietly, pushing away those thoughts. In the real world, neither goes together perfectly, and she can’t afford to let anyone get in the way of her goals. Not even if that person has a beautiful smile, an incredible body rivaled only by his intelligence, and the ability to bring her to orgasm. A smile spreads across her face as she remembers the way he kissed her. She’ll never forget how good it felt to open herself to him that way and for that trust to be reciprocated.
She opens her eyes when she hears a knock on the bathroom door. “Everything alright in there?” Marshall asks.
“Yeah, of course,” Camila replies, flushing the toilet.
“I got worried when I didn’t feel you next to me,” he says through the door.
Feel? The way he says that word makes Camila’s pussy tremble. He’s made her feel all sorts of things in the past 12 hours.
Camila dries her hands on a towel hanging by the pedestal sink and opens the door. “Where did you think I went? I’m the one who lives here, remember?”
Marshall smiles, his eyes raking over Camila’s naked body. “That’s precisely why I thought it was strange when I didn’t see you.”
Camila squeezes his cheeks between her damp hands. “You’re an irrational freak.”
Marshall gathers her into his arms. “Maybe. But this freak likes the way you feel to him.”
The tone of his voice is an invitation to Camila. She’s not quite finished with Marshall either. The why isn’t something she’d like to consider just yet. She allows herself to fall into his kiss, which they take deeper and deeper until his erection is pressed up against her sex.
“If we keep going this way, I’m not going to be able to walk tomorrow,” Camila says between kisses.
“I’ll be happy to help you convalesce. I can massage those overworked muscles.” His hand sweeps over her pussy.
Marshall lifts Camila and brings her into the shower with him. “Maybe this will help.”
She shouts when he turns on the cold tap first. “This is no way to endear me to you.”
He pushes his cock into her sensitive cunt. “I thought this is how I endeared myself to you.”
Camila’s head rolls back against the shower wall. He’s had her in so many positions since this morning, but this is by far one of the deepest. His murmurs about the way she feels and tastes are all but lost on her now as he takes her slow and deep.
She bites her bottom lip, afraid her cries will echo off the cold tile walls of the bathroom.
“I’m not getting enough of you,” Marshall says, nipping at her neck with his soft lips. He brings them around to the other side and up to her ear where he traces the shell with his tongue. “Why is that?” He whispers.
Water falls down around them as Camila avoids answering him. She licks and bites along his collarbone, as he penetrates her even deeper, which she hadn’t realized was possible.
From her ear, he travels back to her mouth. He’s never known anyone to possess so many of the qualities he likes. Often, he’ll meet a woman who’s intelligent and attractive but rarely does she captivate him with both her ideas and her sex. Camila defied all of his expectations.
Marshall grips her waist tighter, pressing himself against her clit to give them more friction. Camila leans back and watches him move in and out of her cunt. She takes his hand and starts to suck his fingers, spending time on his thumb, which drives him wild.
He lowers his face to her tits and sucks each one, water continuing to cascade over Camila’s sensitive skin. She closes her eyes and allows the feeling of him inside of her and his lips everywhere else to take over. She doesn’t want to consider what her world will look like when he leaves her apartment because she knows it will feel a little bit empty.
Within minutes Camila’s back to that place of wanting and desire, of pleasure and pain, as he pushes himself further and deeper and harder, thrusting in and out of her slick pussy. Once again, her pleasure becomes his as he murmurs how badly he wants her to come around his cock, to milk it until he has nothing left. They cry out in mutual ecstasy as he releases himself into her. Marshall gently sets her down, kissing her face and her neck, holding her under the warm water until it runs cold.
Chapter 13
“Do you eat anything other than breakfast?” Marshall asks Camila as she wraps her hair in a towel.
“Of course. I just don’t usually have time because of my job so I mostly snack all day. Why? Do my eating habits disturb you?”
“I’m not one to lecture anyone about her habits, especially you,” he replies, hanging his towel over the shower rod. “I was merely trying to gauge what the chances would be of you agreeing to come to dinner with me tonight.”
Camila stares back at him through the mirror in the medicine cabinet door. “That sounds like a date.”
“There’s no need to label it,” Marshall says. “Two people eating dinner in the same restaurant and engaging in conversation is a perfectly civilized way to spend an evening.”
Camila continues to watch him through the reflection in the mirror, unsure of how to answer. First a drink, then breakfast followed by another breakfast to life-altering sex and now dinner? “It sounds like a date.” She stops combing her wet hair.
Marshall steps toward her and wraps his arms around her stomach. “So what if it is?” He buries his face in her neck.
Camila sets down the comb and turns around. “I don’t date, remember?” She replies. Although, by her fourth orgasm, when he had her almost upside down on her bed, even she had to wonder if it would be worth reconsidering her rules. But if she’s learned anything from the past thirty-six hours, Marshall would only distract her from her most important law school year yet. In less than five days, she won’t be able to afford to spend her weekends in bed with him. As it is, she won’t have a day off between seminars, Law Review and bartending.
“It’s just a word. Dinner, date, food, wine. Whatever. Let’s just go eat together. Then maybe it will lead to some conversation where you tell me what C.C. stands for, or perhaps I’ll find out the name of your pet goldfish. You know, first date stuff.”
The expression on Camila’s face makes Marshall’s smile disappear. “So that’s it then?” He asks, taking two steps back toward the bathroom door.
“I told you, Marshall, I don’t date.” A chill settles between them, sending prickles over their skin.
It surprises Camila how easy this is for her. Shutting down that part of herself that craves touch, that craves some connection—whether spiritual, emotional, or physical or all-of-the above like she had with Marshall. It was spectacular, but it already occupies the past tense in her mind. Was. She could plead with him to give her time, maybe find her during her winter break. They could hook up then, but she can tell by the look in his eyes what his answer will be. He has far too much self-respect to become her booty call. And she respects him too much to ask. He’s not like the others. He wants more, and he makes her want to consider that. It’s a dangerous combination that has to end before it can begin or she’ll regret everything.
Camila nods slowly, ignoring the nagging doubts and her body’s rebellion. So much of her is screaming not to do it, to at least try, but she refuses to sacrifice any part of her life and her future for anyone.
Marshall r
eaches behind him and opens the door.
Camila leans against the doorframe and watches as he dresses.
“You’re a real piece of work, aren’t you?” He says angrily. “You think you need to be some lone wolf in this world? What the hell are you trying to protect yourself from?”
Camila stares back, leaving his questions unanswered. She won’t answer them because she already knows the answers. Of course she feels alone in this world. For as long as she can remember, her parents ingrained in her that the world was unfair to women, that it would destroy her if she let it. The only way to survive it is to get an education, and not give up her dreams for anyone. Meeting Marshall just when she’s on the cusp of embarking on her career isn’t just a cruel twist of fate, it’s the world showing her once again how unfair it all is. Allowing him to walk out of her life is Camila’s way of protecting herself from the expectations that come with being in relationship, sublimating her needs to ensure another person’s happiness. She refuses to fall into that trap.
Marshall throws his shirt over his head and grabs his keys, wallet and phone from the bookshelf by the window that overlooks Norfolk Street. “I don’t get you, C.C.”
“There’s nothing to understand. I don’t date.”
“Yeah, you said that already.” He narrows his eyes at her, a rage and fury emanating from them.
“Dating can lead to relationships which complicate everything.”
“I think you’re the one complicating things.”
Camila looks up to match his gaze. “Possibly, but I won’t change who I am for anyone.”
“You’re completely hopeless.”
“I warned you, but you refused to believe me.”
By her silence, Camila figures her cousin is already swiping on her Tinder app. She crawls into bed, not bothering to change the sheets. She wants to fall asleep with the scent of him on her.
“But he seems like a great guy. Why can’t you give him a chance?”
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