“Oh God Love, you feel so big. Oh, oh just like that.”
I moan as he leaves me impaled on his cock he moves his hand from my hip down my stomach, between my folds and starts to rub my clit with his fingers in circle eights. My head falls back into his shoulder.
“That's right Sweetness, let me feel your tight little pussy squeeze my cock.”
He starts to move his fingers faster as he makes shallow thrusts. Moaning I sli
de my arm around his neck
“Oh, please Love. I want to come, make me come please.”
I beg as my pussy starts to flutter and my legs start to shake. Growling, he thrusts harder into me, and his hand on my hip tightens.
“Come for me Sweetness, come all over my cock.”
He pinches my clit in between his fingers, and I see stars. “Cameron! Oh, Fuck!” I scream as I come.
“I’m going to come deep inside this pussy.”
I his cock swells and his thrusts become more erratic. “Fill my unprotected pussy Love. Make me yours.”
“Fuck!” He comes slamming into me one more time.
We sit like that for a few seconds, catching our breaths.
“I fucking love you, Sweetness.” He says as he starts to run his hand over my stomach.
“I love you too Cameron.” I turn my head and kiss his jaw.
Chapter Eleven
Cameron
“Love, our food is cold.” My little Spitfire says, but she doesn’t make a move to get up. I am still buried deep inside her.
“How about we get in the bath and then we can eat?”
“What about the food?”
“It’ll be here when we are done Sweetness, besides French toast is always good even if it’s cold.”
“Oh my God! That’s gross.”
I kiss the side of her head and lift her off my lap. We both groan as my cock slips free of her pussy.
“Come on Sweetness lets go get in the bath.”
“Okay Love, but I am not eating that food cold.” Laughing I grab one of the plates and put our food on it.
“We can eat on the way to the bathroom,” I say around a mouth full of food. Hell, this really is the most amazing food I have ever had. Laughing she grabs her piece and takes a bite out of it before walking towards the bedroom. Fuck, look at that ass sway.
When we walk into the bathroom, I go straight to the bathtub putting in some lavender essential oils and some Epsom salt. When I turn, I see my little Spitfire is staring at me through the mirror with a raised brow.
“What?”
“You have Epsom salt and essential oils?”
I feel my cheeks turn pink and I clear my throat.