Camilo's Virgin

“Good. That explains why they are all asleep before eight.”

“They were exhausted.”

“I bet,” I say as I strip my suit off. I watch her, watching me. She bites the corner of her bottom lip by worrying her teeth over it, slowly. Her cheeks redden in a blush that still surprises me after seven years. I have taken her in every position, in every way, every place, but she still blushes when she looks at me naked. When she sucks my cock into her mouth. When I slide my cock into her wet snatch and fuck her. Damn. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it until the moment I die, I’m a lucky man. A lucky man indeed.

“Come to bed, husband. I’ve missed you all day.”

Stripping the rest of my clothes off, I climb into bed. On my knees in front of her, I pull her silky nightgown over her head, and she’s naked for me, on her back, her long hair cascading on the pillows. Her pale but freckled skin calls to me.

My fingertips surge over her heated skin in a frenzy. Reaching her nipples, I dip my head and pull one then the other into my mouth. I bite them gently and then soothe the sting with my tongue. She melts under me.

My tongue moves down her body until I find her pussy. Spreading her legs wider, I bury my face and eat her out until she comes on my face. Moving back up her body, I line my cock up with her opening and slide into her heat slowly.

“Fuck, Chassie,” I groan, barely able to keep it together.

“Fuck me,” she demands moving under me. I have no choice but to give her what she wants, while keeping my weight off her belly. There are other ways to do this, but this is what she likes. Me looking down at her giving her everything. It might be tricky, but I can handle it.

When she comes again, I fill her with my seed. I slowly pull out of her and lay down beside her. She buries her face into my chest.

“Now, are you going to tell me what is making you so sad?”

“What?” she asks, sitting up. “I’m not sad.”

“Bullshit, baby. You forget just how well I know you. Your fake smile may fool everyone else, but you can’t fool me.”

She lets a deep breath, a sigh really. Finally, she's going to tell me.

“It’s stupid. Foolish and selfish. I’m stupid, foolish, and selfish. I knew the plan. I just didn’t think it would be so hard.”

“First of all, no one, even you, gets to talk about the woman I love like that and second, what are you talking about?”

“Bleak. I miss it. It was just a stupid small town. I shouldn’t miss it, but I do. I miss my brothers. I miss them. And I knew our plan. I should just get on board with it, but it's hard. I feel like I’ve lost them all over again. I miss them,” she says, shaking her head. I don’t respond. I just watch as tears fill her eyes and spill down her cheeks.

“Nothing you’ve ever wanted or felt has been foolish to me, Chassie. If you’re not happy, I’m not happy. We’ll buy a house in Bleak and split our time between here and there.”

“Really?”

“Of course. I meant what I said. I would do anything for you. In life or death. Anything.”

“What about your father? What are you planning on doing with him? Have you decided?” I hadn’t forgotten about him. How could I?

“I’ll take care of him, Chassie,” I say, getting out of bed. My decision made.

“Now?” she asks, getting out of bed too.

“Yes.” I get dressed quickly.

“I’m coming with you,” she says, surprising me. I turn to look at her, to see if she’s serious. The determined look on her face says that she is. I just nod and wait for her to get dressed. She grabs the baby monitor, and we are on our way. Hand in hand, we walk over to the wet room and walk down into the basement. My father is standing but restrained with his arms above his head. He doesn’t look any worse for the wear though. I expected some bruising, some blood, at the very least a black eye, but no. He’s just disheveled and in serious need of some clean clothes. His guards stand off to the side.

“Well, well, well. I knew you couldn’t stay away, hijo. Are you going to get me out of here or just stand there and stare at me like idiots?” he sneers.

“Papa. It’s over. I can’t have you here anymore.”

“Then let me out,” he says.

“No. That’s not what I mean. The world isn’t a good place with you in it.”

“So, you’re going to kill me like you killed your mother? Is that it, hijo?”