Page 49 of Just Like Summer

“There she goes,” he moaned. “You feel so fucking good.”

“You do,” she bit down on her lip. “You do, too.”

“Tell me what you want and I’ll do it. I’m all yours. Whatever you want, whatever you fuckin’ need, I got you.”

Kamilla’s hand pressed against his waist as he slowed his stroke to grind into her. He moved it and pinned it over her head. A moan so sexy, he almost lost himself in her ocean.

“Right there,” she breathed. “Right there. You’re so damn big, shit.”

Cairo chuckled. “Mmm, she can cuss.”

More kisses, more moans, more whispered declarations were shared before Cairo hit his peak and attempted to pull out before his seed spilled into her womb. She had him lost in her aura.

“Fuuhhhckkk, baby,” he grunted into her ear before pulling out and dropping to his back.

Kamilla laid spent, looking at the ceiling, panting and squirming still. “I can still feel you.”

“I can too. You dangerous,” he grumbled, rolling over to kiss her. “You good?”

“So good,” she tiredly answered, trying to sit up. “I get it. The hype. But I can’t feel my legs.”

Cairo chuckled and arrogant smirk piercing his covered cheek. “Relax, I’m taking care of you today.”

eighteen

He couldn’t stop staring at her. Soundly asleep, arms folded into her chest, his t-shirt over her body, a pillow between her knees. Sex hadn’t been like this for him. Not tender or careful. Just a boy doing what men did because the streets had forced him to live beyond his years. The women never coaxed softness from his depths and he never saw a future with them. But laying here with every nerve in his body calm, softness played like a melody.

He laid there for an hour taking in the parts of her he knew, discovered, and longed to uncover. Layer for layer, everything for them would flourish in the most beautiful way. Slipping his arm from under her head, Cairo eased out of the room. At the laptop with his headphones placed over his ears. He built a beat in minutes. A beautiful melody of all the things she loved. That discovery was made easily from her suggestions. A slight drum kick, strings, and keys. An R&B vibe that was sure to put a smile on her face after she critically reviewed it with the ears she was blessed with.

As Cairo bobbed his head to the beat, a set of soft hands caressed his shoulders. Anticipating she’d need a seat, he turned around and opened up his arms. Kamilla carefully lowered herself on his lap and pulled the headphones off his head and placed them over hers. While she listened, he lightly massaged the small of her back waiting for her feedback.

No feedback just Kamilla leaning back in his arms, resting her head on his shoulder and listening to it on repeat. Almost ten minutes passed, his eyes had drifted close while his nose rested in the nest of curls he’d pulled loose hours ago.

“I think you made this for me,” she hummed softly, headphones still on her ears.

Cairo offered her a soft smile she couldn’t see. The way she sunk further against him, he knew she felt it.

“This is the second most beautiful thing anyone has ever made for me,” Kamilla shared, taking the headphones off of her head. “Whoever gets that better do it justice.”

“Nah, I’m not giving that one away. That’s all yours,” he muttered into her hair. “You feelin’ alright?”

“A little sore but I’m fine. You didn’t break me,” she commented, standing to her feet. Her hands found his face and in the same manner he spent an hour adoring her, she took her moment to return it. Kamilla’s soft fingers danced over his face. She nipped her lip, a cue that she was talking herself out of whatever was on her mind.

“Uh uh, say it,” he muttered, placing his hands on her hips.

“What are you hiding underneath all of this?” she posed. “Don’t get me wrong, I like it. But I want to see all of you. Or at least know why…”

Cairo licked his dry lips. His phone rang out, an unwanted distraction from the truth. Kamilla yielded her press and handed him his phone, kissed his cheek, and walked away. Taking a beat to recenter himself, he looked at the number. Fahaad.

Clearing his throat, Cairo answered, but before he could get the words out of his mouth Fahaad’s rumble of laughter silenced him.

“If I want that nigga to sound real, call you? Hilarious and I didn’t even take you for the funny type. You must be ready to make a change.”

Cairo looked over his shoulder not finding any sign of Kamilla. Stroking the unkempt facial hair, he nodded as if Fahaad could see him. “Yeah.”

“Why?” Fahaad asked, causing Cairo’s brows to fuse and reply before his answer was fully thought out.

“You ask that wack ass nigga why he’s rapping about some shit that ain’t organic to him?”