Page 48 of Just Like Summer

Kamilla felt like she was getting ready to levitate. She covered her face and breathed through the best thing she’d ever felt.

“Uh uh,” he grunted, moving her hands from her face. “Watch me.”

“Okay,” she breathed, through a moan.

One finger inside of her, she hitched then moaned when the discomfort turned into pleasure. He slipped another long digit inside, hooking them and letting them dance until he found it. Kamilla gasped, fisted the sheets and let the moan flow out of the room.

“Cai,” she strained, feeling a burst she couldn’t explain.

He chuckled at the premature explosion and continued. “Roll your hips, baby.”

Kamilla nodded, mouth open, unable to speak real words. She rolled her hips, hands finding the back of his head.

“Ohhh, Cairooo,” she moaned and winced. She was coming apart and Cairo slurped up every drop until the deed was done. Every muscle in her body locking up while static rang out in her ears and she saw herself with her eyes shut. It felt like an eternity of writhing before her eyes opened. Kamilla watched him stand, lick his lips and reach into his top drawer. His erection was unrestrained, almost breaking through the seams of the shorts.

“Fuck,” he grumbled, finding no condoms because up until now, his reclusive life didn’t need them. “Baby, I don’t have any condoms. Let me run-”

“You got something?” Kamilla asked wearily.

“Hell nah. But I’m serious about to you going to school without nothing hindering you,” he declared.

“I’m on the pill. I wanted to be proactive.”

His brows creased. “When you do that?”

“When I went out with Dania. I want to experience us. If that’s okay. If not, I’ll wait.”

Going against his first mind for those eyes that shined like diamonds, he grunted. “Got me going against the grain. You did that shit for us?”

“Yeah. If it’s us, it’s us, right?”

He climbed back on the bed and boxed her in. “It’s us.”

Fusing their mouths again, Kamilla pulled the taste of her essence from his lips and tongue. Her hands moving inside of his shorts. His erection, hard, corded, and heavy.

“I’ll be gentle,” he groaned at feel of her hands wrapped around him.

Fully naked and filled with anticipation, Cairo pulled back to position himself at her taut opening. Kamilla winced at the intrusion of his entry. Inch for agonizing inch, she was committed to this.

“Breathe,” he coached. “I need you to breathe.”

She shuddered, digging her fingers into his shoulders while he slowly stroked in and out of her. Her body welcoming him.

“You good, baby?” he asked. “You want me to stop?”

“No,” she whimpered, her eyes clenched shut. “I’m-I’m okay.”

“Look at me,” he groaned. “Give me those beautiful eyes.”

Kamilla looked at him, allowing him to kiss her.

“You know you’re mine now? Got a nigga covered in you,” he moaned. “You glowing, baby.”

Every word he spoke relaxed her. The more she relaxed, the wetter she became for him, the more comfortable she got.

“Roll those hips, baby,” Cairo coached.

Kamilla matched his rhythm, finding the pleasure in the pain of her metamorphosis. She moaned into his ear. “Caiirrrooo.”