by Rye Hart
She groaned louder as she ground herself against me harder, her head falling back, her hair spilling down her shoulders.
“Oh Preston,” she whimpered.
I trailed my fingertips over her hips and up her back, before coming around to cup her perfect breasts. Her nipples were hard through her shirt, and I circled them with my thumbs as I brought my mouth to hers. I kissed her with years and years’ worth of the pent-up fire and passion I felt for her. She gasped and pulled at my shirt, returning my kiss with just as much power.
“Off,” she demanded as she tugged harder at my shirt. “I need to see all of you.”
“And I want to see all of you,” I said, yanking her tiny little tank top off with a flourish.
She wasn't wearing a bra, so her full breasts fell loose from the pajama shirt, perky and as pure as alabaster. I'd never seen her naked before, and there'd been so many years of jerking off to fantasies of what I thought Camille O'Hare's tits looked like. But there they were, live and in person, in all their glory, and I was not disappointed.
Her pink nipples were hard and plump. They stood straight out from her full, round breasts, just begging for a good licking. So, of course, I obliged. I took her right nipple into my mouth and sucked on it as I kneaded her other breast with my hand. I rolled my tongue over her stiff nipple, drawing a whimper from her as she ground the warm, wet center of her on the thick, hard cock in my pants.
Her breathing was growing ragged as she moved back and forth, as if riding my cock already..
I didn't want to rush this, like we'd had to before. I wanted to take my time, explore every inch of her delicious body. I wanted to touch and lick every inch of her smooth, porcelain flesh. I wanted to taste her, to touch her, to smell her. I wanted to drink her in. Devour her.
Her chest was heaving with deep breaths as she groaned, “Please, Preston, I need you,”
She was grabbing at my shirt, trying her best to rip it off since she wasn't having much luck pulling it over my head. Luckily, I'd settled on a polo shirt for the evening – nothing with buttons. Once I'd pulled it part of the way up, she was able to slip it off over my head with ease. Her hands fell onto my chest, her fingertips exploring me, raking her nails across my flesh. I shuddered and smiled, goosebumps marching along my skin as she touched and caressed me.
I lifted her up off me and set her on the couch – which brought a small protest from Camille at first, as our bodies parted. But, I wanted to see all of her -- every square inch -- which meant getting her pants off, once and for all. She had sucked my cock years ago, but I'd never been able to repay the favor. I laid her flat against the couch, and she almost got lost in the massive cushions as she sunk into them. I let out a deep throated chuckle. “This isn't going to work at all.”
“My bedroom is right upstairs,” she said, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
She started to stand, but I got to my feet first and lifted her into my arms. She practically weighed nothing at all and carrying her took about zero effort. She laughed nervously, at first, as if she worried that I might drop her, but, then she found herself safe and secure in my embrace and relaxed into me.
“My, Preston, you've been working out,” she teased, squeezing my biceps as I carried her toward the staircase. “I don't think the old you would have been able to carry me away with such ease.”
“You never gave me a chance,” I said with a wink. “But trust me, I would have carried you anywhere back then.”
I reached the top of the stairs and walked toward the room at the end of the hall. The light was off when we stepped through the doorway and the room was cloaked in thick, inky shadow.
As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I made out a large bed in the center of the room. Everything around us was in shades of black and gray, but I managed to make out our destination just fine. I laid her gently down on the bed and stood beside it, staring down at her. The moonlight and streetlights from outside filtered through the window, casting a soft glow on her face and chest, making her appear more ethereal than real. She looked like an angel to me.
“You're so beautiful,” I muttered.
I dropped to my knees before her and pulled her to the edge of the bed. Her legs hung off the side of the bed, and I pulled on her pajama bottoms until they slid all the way down. I tossed them aside and draped her legs over my shoulders, feeling her body quivering already.
She wasn't wearing any panties and as I leaned forward, I breathed in the musky scent of her, literally smelling her desire for me. My cock was stiffer than steel and throbbed with need. Just being so near her, so close to the hot, wet center of her, was intoxicating. I felt like I was going to lose control completely and had to tell myself to hold up. This wasn't going to be a repeat in the office. This wasn't just going to be a quick, wham, bam, kind of session. No, I wanted to do everything I'd missed out with her before. Not just fucking her – everything. I wanted to savor each and every minute I had with her. Soak it all in. Ride the waves of euphoria with her.
I gently pushed her legs apart as I lowered myself to her body. Camille's hands rubbed the back of my head as I kissed her inner thighs, moving up higher and higher, reveling in the scent of her. Her breathing was growing heavier, and I could see her chest rising and falling as I drove my face between her legs, parting her lips with my hands and tasting her for the very first time.
Camille let out a groan, her body arching upward as she pulled at my hair. I moaned softly as I reveled in her scent and the sweet taste of her.
“Oh God!”
An adorable giggle pierced the air and she squirmed as if I'd tickled her. That giggle though, turned into a soft moan as her body trembled and her voice was breathless.
“Wow, you're good.”
I held onto her hips, keeping her in place as my tongue explored her most intimate parts. I teased her clit, circling it over and over again, before burying my tongue deep inside of her tight little hole. Her juices flowed around my face, soaking my chin. She tasted like the sweetest berries I'd ever had, and I couldn't get enough of her. For years, I'd wondered what she'd taste like, and finally, I had my answer – and I relished every moment of it.
Camille shuddered beneath me, her moans growing louder. The noises and words coming out of her sweet little mouth only served to get me harder and turn me on even more. For so long, I'd wanted this. Had dreamed of it. Fantasized about it. And God knew, I'd jerked myself off with images of her dancing through my mind often enough.
“Oh God... Preston... Oh my God.”
Her words became garbled and unintelligible. She just cried out and writhed beneath me. She lifted her head from the bed and looked down at me with wide eyes and a face twisted in pleasure. Her eyes glittered and were filled with the rawest need I'd ever seen in another person. Then, she let out a scream as her head fell back to the bed, and her pussy spasmed around my tongue – the muscles inside of her working hard as she came. Her hands were back on my head, pulling at my hair and pushing me deeper into her as her legs started to quiver.
As the last desperate scream erupted from her mouth, she yanked my hair, pulling me away frantically as if suddenly, she was far too sensitive for me. She stared deep into my eyes, a look of animalistic hunger etched upon her face.
“Fuck me, Preston,” she gasped. “Please, fuck me.”
I crawled up the length of her body until I was above her, holding myself up on my arms, yet pressed into her. My bare chest against her full, round breasts. We kissed, and her juices were still upon my lips, but she didn't seem to care. Her tongue slipped between my lips, and she devoured my mouth as I had done to her pussy only moments before.
Camille wrapped her legs around my waist, so desperate to have me inside of her that she seemed to have forgotten one little problem – I still had my pants on. As soon as her naked pussy rubbed against my jeans, she reached for the belt and begged me.
“Please, Preston,” she moaned, her voice breathless with anticipation. “Help me w
ith these.”
Who was I to deny her? Besides, I wanted to be inside of her every bit as much as she wanted me to be inside of her. I quickly removed my belt and threw it aside without looking. I heard it landed on the floor somewhere in the darkness. Camille's fingers were already working my zipper, and once she'd slid it down, her tiny hands reached into my pants and took hold of my cock. A shudder ran through my body and I groaned as she gripped my stiff prick tightly.
My eyes rolled back into my head as she stroked me, tightening her grip on me even more. For having such small, delicate hands, she was strong. Pre-cum had lubricated the head of my rod, and she swirled it around and down my cock, all the while, staring up at me with her big, blue eyes, and a salacious grin on her full, pouty lips.
I pushed my pants further down my hips, trying to give her what she wanted, but that wasn't enough for Camille. She used her hands and feet to push them all the way down, struggling to get them off of me. Her movements were desperate, the look on her face was pure lust. When she finally got my pants off, she wrapped her legs around the lower half of my body and grabbed a handful of my ass as she rubbed her body against me.
She trailed her fingers upward, scratching them along my spine. Shuddering, my erection rubbed against her, tight, wet opening and I felt her tremble. Camille opened herself up to me, arching her body upward, as if trying to unite our bodies all on her own. I didn't drive my cock into her like she wanted but kept teasing her. Instead of giving her what she needed, I rubbed my stiff rod along her wetness. Seeing the look in her eyes, I continued stroking my cock between her lips instead of burying myself inside of her.
“Fuck me already, Preston,” she commanded. “Please! Give it to me.”
The fires of lust were consuming me, burning me from the inside out. I needed to be inside of her, and there was nothing that could stop me now. I rose up, positioning myself against her opening, and with one deep thrust, I parted those sweet lips with my stiff rod. Camille's pussy was so tight that I had to grit my teeth to keep from exploding the moment I entered her.
I groaned through a clenched jaw as the muscles inside of her grabbed hold of my dick, tightening around it, and sheathing it in such warmth. My balls were already swelling with seed, ready to burst at any moment, but I fought it back, tried to slow it down and control myself. There was no way I wanted this to end so quickly.
Camille arched her body upward, her pelvis rising from the bed to meet mine. She gasped, her lips parted in a perfect O as our bodies came together, united as one. I began rocking back and forth, pumping my hips slowly, trying to hold off the eruption that was already building within me.
I gritted my teeth and clenched my ass with each thrust as I buried myself deep inside of her, trying to hold off the inevitable as long as possible. I sucked in a sharp breath as she dug her nails into my flesh, raking my back and shoulders, very possibly drawing blood, but I didn't care. The slight stab of pain blended seamlessly with the pleasure, making everything more intense. More vibrant. My body felt like a live wire, my every nerve ending feeling like it was on fire.
As I pumped my cock into her again and again, I felt nothing except the muscles of her pussy, clenching around my cock. The warm and gentle tightness that surrounded my member was all I knew in that moment, and I kept thrusting, my body acting on pure instinct. I was lost to the pleasure of it all, completely captivated and intoxicated by her. I knew in that moment, that we could stay there like that, fucking each other's brains out for a thousand years, and it still wouldn't have been long enough. It felt so good that I wanted to be inside of her for an eternity.
I was pulled out of the haze of bliss by a voice – a voice I was surprised to realize was coming from me. I hadn't even realized that I was speaking, saying her name over and over again.
“Yes, Camille... Oh God, yes...”
It was soft, barely a whisper, but saying her name did something to me. It reminded me of where I was at and more importantly, who I was with. Being with her again – after all these years – meant more to me than I'd ever imagined possible.
The pressure inside of me was building to a crescendo and I felt like my balls were going to explode. Not ready to come just yet, I grabbed hold of her hips and rolled us over in one quick movement. My dick never left her pussy as I pulled Camille on top of me.
She sat up straight, showing off that beautiful body of hers. She didn't even miss a beat, bracing herself with her hands on my chest, sliding herself up and down on my slick pole. Her breasts bounced as she moved up on and down on my cock, grinding that sweet pussy down onto me. Her long hair flowed around her, highlighted by the streetlights from outside, further highlighting that angelic look she had when I'd first laid her on the bed.
I touched every inch of her body, running my fingertips from her hips up to the swell of her breasts, her nipples up to her lips. She sucked on my finger as she rode my cock and I felt the familiar pulsing down below.
Wanting her to climax at least once more, I grabbed hold of her ass and pulled her down hard onto my shaft, her clit rubbing against my pelvis. I controlled the movements now, and I found one that left her absolutely breathless. Camille fell forward, her forehead resting on my shoulder, her lips kissing along my neck. Her soft groans and whimpers filled my ear, and they grew louder as her movements became more desperate. Camille, not content to be passive, took over, fucking me hard now, grinding herself against me, leaving my hands free to roam her luscious body again. I took one of her nipples between my lips and sucked, and that was it for her.
Camille started shaking as she rode me, only muttering the words, “Oh God, Preston... I'm –” before she lost her ability to form complete or coherent sentences once more.
With her pussy spasming around me, I was lost to the sensations tearing through my body. My balls could no longer stop the impending explosion, and as she ground her sweet little twat on me, I held on for a second longer, but had no choice but to let go. I gasped and trembled as hot streams of cum shot from the head of my dick, deep inside of her. I filled her up with everything I had.
She rested her forehead against mine and stared into my eyes as I filled her with my seed, and in that moment, I'd never felt closer to another human being in my entire life, than I did with her. No woman had ever made me feel the way she did.
We rode out the waves of ecstasy that rolled through us. Eventually, our hearts slowed down, and our breathing returned to normal – more or less. Camille slid off of my body and rolled over beside me, resting her head on my chest. She drew circles on my chest with her finger as I stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head.
We lay in silence, and I had no desire to be anywhere else but there. God, I wanted to spend the night more than anything. I didn't want to leave her side, especially after sharing something so amazing and earth-shaking. But, I had no choice. Carter was asleep at home, with a babysitter watching over him, and I needed to be there in the morning to see him off to school or else there'd be questions. Questions I wasn't ready to answer. Hell, questions I didn't even know how to answer.
Still, I didn't want to rush out of there, so instead, I held her for as long as I could. We didn't have to say a word, we just enjoyed each other – touching and kissing and holding one another – until Camille drifted off to sleep.
I kissed her on the forehead one last time before slipping out of her home and heading to my car.
Chapter Seven
Camille
Walking into the office the next day, I had a newfound sense of confidence. I felt happier than I had in a long while, and even better, I felt completely satisfied sexually. The night before with Preston had been nothing short of amazing, and it made me feel like I could conquer the world.
So, in that spirit, I decided that today was going to be the day. I was going to meet with Stephen and discuss the future of our company – with the intent of buying him out.
My assistant, Rosa, was already at her desk when I showed up. When I
came through the door, she looked up at me, giving me a quick double take.
“Glad to see you're looking chipper again, Ms. O'Hare.”
“Thank you, Rosa,” I said, stopping by her desk for a second.
It had been awhile since I'd mingled among the employees – which wasn't intentional. I'd just been trying to avoid running into Stephen, and either staying in my office or working from home seemed to be the easiest way to do that.
Now, however, I felt like I had no reason to hide. Preston's visit the night before had put me in a positive mood for the first time in a long time. I finally felt like maybe things would be alright.
Rose's smile faltered as she stared behind me, and I turned to see what caused her distress. Stephen was walking toward us. Even though I'd tried to keep the drama between us private, part of me wondered if it had spilled out onto the others anyway. Rosa did not look pleased to see him.
Stephen wasn't there to talk to Rosa, however, and he ignored her completely. He turned his made-for-tv smile toward me and spoke to me casually.
“Camille, dear, can we chat?”
I wanted to tell him to go to hell, mainly so he wouldn't ruin my good mood, but I wanted to get the drama over with quickly. Maybe this was a blessing in disguise.
“Fine, let's go into my office, Stephen,” I said through gritted teeth.
I still managed a polite smile, so kudos to me.
We stepped into my office and I closed the door behind us. I took a seat at my desk, crossing my legs at the ankle and resting my hands on my lap. No matter what, Stephen was not going to get me down again.
“I actually wanted to speak with you too,” I said.
He sat down across from me, a smirk on his handsome face. A roguish little smirk that used to melt my insides – not to mention get my panties good and moist. However, even though I still found him attractive, I noticed things about him that I hadn't before. Like how his smile always looked fake or plastered on, not genuine. It never reached the eyes with him – even when he should be genuinely happy. Maybe I was imagining things, maybe not, but Stephen seemed to be a far more miserable man than I ever realized.
