Page 88 of Effortless

They were predictable—whether they were something or nothing—in the way that anything physical between them would always override the rest. Call it a connection, or some kind of manipulation right then, but it was just easier.

Easier than feelings, talking, and fighting.

Easier than fear, shoving him away more, or letting him bring her closer.

Camilla didn’t do hard. She didn’t do anything with anyone except for this right here. It was the only thing she could promise, and keep.

Sex was the only thing she knew well.

“Fuck,” Tommaso murmured against her lips.

In a blink, Camilla found herself lifted from the floor, and set down on the counter. The boyshorts she had slipped on after getting out of bed were tugged down her legs, and discarded somewhere on the kitchen floor.

Never once did Tommaso’s lips leave hers—a now familiar dance whispering along her mouth while a war waged in her mind. His hands skimmed over her thighs, and his fingertips pressed into her flesh just hard enough to make her sigh.

“Open up,” he demanded. “Take me.”

Two husky words that took her to a different place entirely. One where things like love didn’t get much of a say when pleasure and lust was on the table instead.

Camilla’s legs widened. It spread her wide, and flashed her pussy. Already wet, and already wanting. Not that it was anything new, really.

She bit his jaw while her hands made quick work of undoing his pants, and pulling his cock free from dark gray boxer-briefs. Already thick and hard in her hand, her fingertips couldn’t even touch when wrapped around his cock.

She loved the size of him. The weight of him heavy in her palm. How he filled her full, and stretched her open.

Tommaso dug in the pocket of his shoved down slacks, and pulled out an item that hadn’t even crossed Camilla’s mind in those moments—a condom. It wasn’t like her to be reckless, or stupid.

And yet here she was …

Being all of those things.

Camilla shoved those thoughts aside, and let her needs and wants take over instead. Selfish, sure, but easy.

Familiar.

Once that condom was rolled down Tommaso’s length, Camilla reached for him again. She pulled him in for another burning, bruising kiss. She opened her legs to him, and dug her heels into his lower back as he slid his cock through the lips of her pussy.

He smeared her juices all over her pussy. He teased the head of his cock at her entrance, only allowing her to feel just a little bit of him there, and not nearly enough to satisfy the hunger beating against her ribs. His tongue struck hard against hers as his hips flexed forward.

One thrust.

One groan.

One cry.

She was home again—flying again.

High again.

A fast, unforgiving pace began between them. Her fingernails dug into his neck and jaw, while his hand cupped her throat and forced her head back to the cupboard door. That way, she was forced to look at him while he fucked her. This way, she could see it in his eyes that he knew exactly what she had done by trying to distract him.

No kisses.

No filthy words.

No teasing or fun or promises.

Just a hard fuck that left her aching in the best way, but hurting more in her heart.