Page 79 of Effortless

Tom’s thumbs stroked Camilla’s pierced, taut nipples as he kissed down her toned stomach. She arched against each and every one of his kisses. Her skin tasted like salt, sex, and peppermint against his tongue. The lower he got, the more his mouth watered for a taste of something else.

Once Tom was eye-level with her cunt—and the little silver balls peeking at him from her newest piercing—he glanced back up at her.

“I missed your pussy, Cam.”

“I bet you did.”

All glistening pink, and ready to be fucked, her sex felt like wet, hot satin under his fingertips when he stroked it. Camilla sucked in a hard breath, but didn’t give him anything else. That was just fine—he’d get more noises out of her soon.

“Fuck me, you’re damn wet. I think your pussy missed me, too.”

She laughed a tinkling sound. “Someone’s very sure of himself.”

“Someone has a reason to be, Cam.”

“Shut up and eat my pussy, Tom.” She winked and added, “Please.”

“Only because you said please.”

“What do I get for the attitude, though?”

Tom smirked. “A red ass and my cock filling up your cunt.”

Camilla sighed. “Sounds lovely.”

This woman had no shame.

He kind of loved that, too.

Tom buried his face between Camilla’s thighs, and lapped up all those tart juices of hers. God, he had missed the taste of her on his tongue. He used that new piercing of hers to tease between his teeth and flick with his tongue. He didn’t think he had ever heard her shout his name as loud as she did, not to mention how hard her muscles tensed when she came that first time.

He went in for a second round just to hear her sound like that again.

The black and white checkered floor of the Brooklyn diner matched the pattern on the wallpaper, and the tabletops. He felt like he had jumped back a century in time just sitting there eating, but it was still comfortable. He gave props to the owners for being polite and welcoming. It certainly helped the atmosphere of the place.

“Do you come here often?” he asked Camilla.

She took the small bite of syrup covered pancake he offered. Once she swallowed the bite, she said, “Me and August, yeah. Usually a couple of times a week or so.”

“You two seem …”

“Hmm?” Camilla arched a brow, waiting.

“Close.”

“I’ve known her since I was like fourteen or something. She was new to my private school, some big shot girls though they could pick on her because she didn’t look like them or sound like them.”

“Let me guess, you kicked their asses?”

Camilla barked out a laugh that made Tom smile even wider. “Nope. She did, actually. She didn’t need me to do a thing for her—that girl saves herself.”

“Nice.”

“Right?” Camilla shrugged. “So yeah, I was like, I want to know that girl. The rest is history.”

“Friends like that are hard to come by.”

“Yeah, I know.”