It’s an extreme act of wantonness.
I’m a goner.
“Do you really have condoms?” I ask, desperately wanting her to have them, and at the same time, desperately hoping she doesn’t because that would mean she was serious about a random hookup.
Camille shakes her head silently, a frown creasing her brow.
Strangely, I’m not disappointed. I don’t have any either, but that doesn’t mean we’re not going to get off.
I remove my clothes but a lot quicker than she did. I know our time is limited. Paul knows I’m having a “talk” with her about safety protocols for the rest of the trip so he’ll stay away, but a flight attendant might come to see if Camille needs anything.
When I’m fully naked, I take my cock in hand and stroke myself. Camille gasps, eyes flaring wide in shock—guessing she’s never seen that before. She then narrows right in on my hand to watch me intently.
“We don’t need condoms to make each other feel good,” I say, setting the tone that we won’t be having any penetration today.
My intent is to use my mouth to get her off, and that’s okay by me because I fucking love oral sex. Love a woman’s clit and how it can tear her apart with just the right touch. It’s my favorite part of a woman’s body. A fucking magic button.
But I don’t know what Camille’s experiences are. While I don’t mind bullying her around a bit to take off her clothes and get on the bed, I’m never going to ask her to do something for me she doesn’t want to do. I’ll see what she’s willing to give, and if she just can’t give me what I need since we don’t have condoms, I have my own hand to take care of matters.
For now, though, I want to see her splinter apart.
I move to the bed, crawl over her, and settle back on my heels in between her legs. My cock juts out, and her eyes are pinned helplessly on it.
“Do you want to touch it?” I ask with a grin.
Her eyes shoot up to mine. She sees me smiling and grins back. “I want to lick it.”
F-u-u-u-ck. I wasn’t ready for that. I want it but didn’t think she’d go right there.
Camille doesn’t hesitate, pushing up on the pillows. She then swiftly moves to her knees before me so all she needs to do is bend over my lap and she’ll have the power to destroy me.
I stop her with a hand to her shoulder. “Not like that,” I say gruffly, although what man wouldn’t want it just like that.
“How, then?” she whispers curiously.
“Like this.”
I take her in my arms and deftly bring us down to the bed so we are face-to-face, our bodies pressed tight against each other, my arm wrapped around her waist. Her skin is warm and sweet smelling, my hard cock trapped against her belly. But for the moment—for just right now—I want to kiss her again.
I lean in, brush my lips against hers, and she sighs. Then I kiss her more deeply, her tongue reaching out to touch mine. It’s a slow, leisurely mating of our mouths, and it fills me with a sense of completeness no mere kiss has ever done before. While I want her more than I’ve ever wanted a woman, I would be okay just kissing her.
But we’ve already decided she’s going to give me more, so I roll to my back, taking her with me. She’s now fully on me, her legs spread, and if she were to raise to her knees, twist her hips a bit, she’d be able to take me in and ride. I grit my teeth because damn, that’s a hot fantasy, but it’s not going to happen today.
“Turn around,” I tell her. She lifts her head to look down at me in question. I explain more clearly. “Turn your body around, position your pussy over my mouth and your head over my cock.”
Camille’s cheeks flame, but she doesn’t question me or hesitate. She spins so fast, she almost clocks me with a knee, but before I know it, her legs are straddling me reverse style and her palms are pressed into the mattress at my hips. Her ass sticks up like she wants to be mounted—another fantasy that will have to wait—and she’s hovering so close to my cock, I can feel her breath. I close my eyes to get my bearings and open them again.
She’s definitely too far away from me, so with a quick grab of her hips, I pull her back and then down so that her mound presses hard right on my mouth. She receives an open-mouth kiss on her sensitive flesh.
Camille bucks and cries out. I squeeze her ass hard, pull my mouth back, and mutter, “Better keep it down, Princess. Paul will come in with guns blazing.”