push in hard just as she shouts my name in that husky voice.
“Ah, fuck!” I draw in a breath, hold it at the moment of my peak, and flop on top of her, trying to hold onto the devastating pleasure of being inside her.
Kissing the side of her neck, I roll to my back on the mattress, holding my arms open. She sends me a smile that reaches her half lidded eyes and snuggles against me.
What just happened?
I didn’t even fuck her brains out, but with her flavor in my mouth, I’m more satisfied than in years. This victory is more than that, it showed me how fucking can be more than sex. I was engrossed in tantalizing Cam with my words and my tongue and then my cock. My intention was to fuck her out of my system, but she just skillfully tempted me, and I’m the one stuck in confusion.
I clutch my hair with one hand. Something transformed. I wouldn’t recognize what the hell that was until it would be too late.
I skim my fingers up and down her biceps, knowing how ignorant I was to believe that sex would quench my lust for her.
My lust had fully incited, and that resulted in a cluttered situation. Sex changed the entire dynamic of our already atypical relationship. It threw us into precarious territory of jealousy and control.
CHAPTER 7
Camilla
The diner sounds busy because it’s such a small space, but I don’t let the murmurs of others deter my attention from across the street.
A hint of vanilla wafts by, and I take a deep breath when a pang of longing pierces my heart. I use vanilla scented shampoo, and Adriano used to love that recognizable perfume.
*
One year and eleven months ago
I wake up with Adriano bound around me from behind, his arm draped over my waist, hand between my legs. Even in his sleep, he manages to cop a feel.
Unexpectedly, I don’t have any regrets. I’ve buried the nightmares of my past deep inside, and I’ve always dreaded becoming intimate with someone again for fear that those nightmares would surface. But the opposite happened. He noticed my scars; I could sense him stiffening slightly when he outlined my damaged skin, but he didn’t utter a word. Instead, he loved my body with unrestrained adoration.
I trace my toes up his legs, and he nuzzles my hair.
“Good morning.” I wiggle my ass against his hard-on.
“Morning,” he mumbles, his voice thick with sleep.
We’re both quiet for a long time.
“What time is it?” Adriano suddenly asks, and he moves away, snatching his pants from the floor to take his phone out. “Shit! I have to go to work.”
I sit up while disappointment fills me. “Right now?”
He tucks his legs into his pants and buttons his collared shirt. “Yes, now. I need to go home first,” he comments distractedly.
Is he running away from me? “Is something wrong?” I blurt boldly when insecurity sweeps through me. Does he have that much experience with women that I was a letdown?
After stepping into his shoes, he combs a hand through his hair and meets my eyes. “No. I’m just late.”
His distance is unsettling me, and I refuse to be just another one of his women. “Why are you being like this? Is this how you treat all women? Where’s fun Adriano now? Once you’ve had me, you’re done?” I hold his gaze.
His teeth clench, and he warns, “Don’t you do this. You know me better than that.”
I kneel up on the bed, naked. “Do I? I let you fuck me without protection while I know you flirt with everyone. And now, you’re acting different... I’m starting to feel horrible.” My voice drops to a whisper when I realize I’m rambling. It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask if I wasn’t satisfying, but I’m not that brave.
He studies me with a calculating look before he’s on me in a split second, pushing me flat on my back on the bed.
“You’re overthinking this. I’m just late – that’s it.” His face inches closer to mine as he leans on his hands, and he speaks with an impatient tone. “Yes, I flirt, Cam.
“Ah, fuck!” I draw in a breath, hold it at the moment of my peak, and flop on top of her, trying to hold onto the devastating pleasure of being inside her.
Kissing the side of her neck, I roll to my back on the mattress, holding my arms open. She sends me a smile that reaches her half lidded eyes and snuggles against me.
What just happened?
I didn’t even fuck her brains out, but with her flavor in my mouth, I’m more satisfied than in years. This victory is more than that, it showed me how fucking can be more than sex. I was engrossed in tantalizing Cam with my words and my tongue and then my cock. My intention was to fuck her out of my system, but she just skillfully tempted me, and I’m the one stuck in confusion.
I clutch my hair with one hand. Something transformed. I wouldn’t recognize what the hell that was until it would be too late.
I skim my fingers up and down her biceps, knowing how ignorant I was to believe that sex would quench my lust for her.
My lust had fully incited, and that resulted in a cluttered situation. Sex changed the entire dynamic of our already atypical relationship. It threw us into precarious territory of jealousy and control.
CHAPTER 7
Camilla
The diner sounds busy because it’s such a small space, but I don’t let the murmurs of others deter my attention from across the street.
A hint of vanilla wafts by, and I take a deep breath when a pang of longing pierces my heart. I use vanilla scented shampoo, and Adriano used to love that recognizable perfume.
*
One year and eleven months ago
I wake up with Adriano bound around me from behind, his arm draped over my waist, hand between my legs. Even in his sleep, he manages to cop a feel.
Unexpectedly, I don’t have any regrets. I’ve buried the nightmares of my past deep inside, and I’ve always dreaded becoming intimate with someone again for fear that those nightmares would surface. But the opposite happened. He noticed my scars; I could sense him stiffening slightly when he outlined my damaged skin, but he didn’t utter a word. Instead, he loved my body with unrestrained adoration.
I trace my toes up his legs, and he nuzzles my hair.
“Good morning.” I wiggle my ass against his hard-on.
“Morning,” he mumbles, his voice thick with sleep.
We’re both quiet for a long time.
“What time is it?” Adriano suddenly asks, and he moves away, snatching his pants from the floor to take his phone out. “Shit! I have to go to work.”
I sit up while disappointment fills me. “Right now?”
He tucks his legs into his pants and buttons his collared shirt. “Yes, now. I need to go home first,” he comments distractedly.
Is he running away from me? “Is something wrong?” I blurt boldly when insecurity sweeps through me. Does he have that much experience with women that I was a letdown?
After stepping into his shoes, he combs a hand through his hair and meets my eyes. “No. I’m just late.”
His distance is unsettling me, and I refuse to be just another one of his women. “Why are you being like this? Is this how you treat all women? Where’s fun Adriano now? Once you’ve had me, you’re done?” I hold his gaze.
His teeth clench, and he warns, “Don’t you do this. You know me better than that.”
I kneel up on the bed, naked. “Do I? I let you fuck me without protection while I know you flirt with everyone. And now, you’re acting different... I’m starting to feel horrible.” My voice drops to a whisper when I realize I’m rambling. It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask if I wasn’t satisfying, but I’m not that brave.
He studies me with a calculating look before he’s on me in a split second, pushing me flat on my back on the bed.
“You’re overthinking this. I’m just late – that’s it.” His face inches closer to mine as he leans on his hands, and he speaks with an impatient tone. “Yes, I flirt, Cam.
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