Leaning forward, she presses the sweetest of kisses over one of my pecs. Moving her mouth over, she sticks out her tongue and licks my nipple. I hiss out a breath at the sensation. I’ve never had sensitive nipples before, but fuck if it doesn’t feel good when Camila starts to suck on them. She gives the other one the same treatment.
My cock strains against the fly of my slacks. Needing relief before I explode prematurely, I find the tiny strap on her thong on each hip and give it a tug.
“Lift,” I order hoarsely.
She does so, and I pull them over her hips and down her legs. I pocket them, already planning to not give them back. They’ll be my souvenir of our time together.
“Fuck,” I groan. “Please tell me you have a condom.”
She grabs her purse from beside her and digs inside it, pulling out a condom a moment later. She holds it up for me to take. Leaning back on her hands, her lustrous eyes watch me as I yank open the fly of my slacks and slowly roll on the condom.
As I do this, I look into her eyes. Despite the alcohol she consumed earlier and the drunken state she was in not long ago, behind the desire, her gaze is clear. If I thought for one moment she was too drunk to make a conscious choice, I would stop this. The last thing I want to do is take advantage.
The moment the condom is fully on, her legs wrap back around me. Anticipation and want shine in her eyes as she waits for me to notch the head of my cock at her dripping hole. We both look down and watch as I slowly sink inside her.
She’s so fucking tight it feels like she’s strangling my cock. I grit my teeth and hold still, counting down from ten in my head and praying I don’t come too soon. I want this to last as long as possible, since it’ll be the only time I’ll ever feel Camila wrapped around me.
Camila slides her hands up my chest and laces her arms around my neck. Her mouth meets my ear where she whispers, “Fuck me, Brady. Hard and fast, and so good I’ll never forget.”
A groan leaves my throat and ends on a guttural growl. Pulling my hips back with my hands on her ass, I yank her forward at the same time I slam back inside her. She lets out a cry so loud, I’m grateful the room next door seems to not be occupied.
Funneling my fingers through her hair, I pull her mouth to mine. I plunder her mouth as I retreat from her tight body and slam back inside over and over again.
All too soon, her walls tighten around me and she tosses her head back. Her mouth drops open and a low moan forces its way past her lips. Her orgasm brings on my own, and holy fucking hell is it intense. My balls draw up and seconds later, I’m releasing jet after jet of cum inside the condom.
My legs are shaky and sweat drips down my temples. I slow my thrusts, leisurely pumping my hips back and forth as my release tapers off.
Neither of us says a word as I pick Camila up and carry her to the bed. Our bodies disengage when I gently lay her down. Walking to the bathroom, I dispose of the condom then wet a bath cloth with warm water and bring it back out to Camila. I carefully press it between her legs as she watches me silently.
I toss the rag toward the bathroom then finish getting undressed. Every rational thought inside me says I should leave. What we just did was a temporary lack of judgment. But I can’t find it in myself to walk out the door. Once I leave, this will be over, and I’m not ready for that yet.