The Two of Us (Love in Isolation 1)

“Welp, going to give myself the royal treatment.” She snickers with her cup of coffee held in one hand.

“Have fun,” I say with a grin and wonder if she’s really going upstairs to pleasure herself or if she’s fucking with me. I never know with her.

Needing some fresh again, I decided to take Bruno for a walk around the property. Well, I walked. He ran around in a full sprint with his tongue hanging out. Though I tried to play with him, he was in a mood today. Anytime I’d throw a toy, he’d run after it, then refuse to give it to me, so it got old pretty quick. He’s a bigger tease than Cami.

After an hour, we go inside, and I notice Cami’s asleep on the couch. The news is on, and the volume is a whisper. The silk panties and bra she’s wearing leave zero room to the imagination. She’s giving me everything she’s got with her body and smart-ass mouth. While most guys would just fuck her as quickly as possible, I’m not like that, and Cami deserves better. What we have is more than just a physical relationship, and I want her to see that too. Our hormones are raging, and I honestly can’t remember the last time a woman’s made me feel the way Cami has. She’s the first and only.

As I stand with my arms crossed, watching her, she stirs and mutters my name. For a moment, I think she’s awake and has noticed me creeping, but then I realize she’s asleep, dreaming about me. A smirk touches my lips because she’s saying my name with breath as soft as butterfly wings. My willpower is quickly waning, so I force myself to walk away before she catches me and wins this game, after all. I go upstairs and pace around my room, my heart racing as I think about all the ways I’d pleasure her. Remembering the soft moans and pants that escaped her and how she bit her lip as she came have me nearly busting a nut in my boxers.

It quickly becomes more than just want, and I need to relieve myself before I have to deal with blue balls again. I unzip my jeans and push my clothes down and lie on the bed.

I tightly grip my shaft and stroke it a few times, closing my eyes. Most guys use porn to get off, but Cami has given me enough in the past few days that I won’t need it for a lifetime. Her name is on my lips, on my tongue, and all I want to do is taste her again and devour her sweet pussy. Fuck, just thinking about her in that bathtub pleasuring herself as she thinks about me has me increasing my pace, but I don’t want to come just yet.

A few more pumps and the next thing I know, my bedroom door is being cracked open. Cami sees me, and my first instinct is to put my clothes back on, but she walks in, flashing a devilish smile. Her eyes study my dick, and she sucks in her bottom lip. Goddamn, she’s so gorgeous. “Don’t stop. I want to watch you, Eli,” she whispers, and I brush a finger over my chin, watching her breasts rise and fall.

Cami reaches behind her back and unsnaps her bra, fully revealing her beautiful body. Giving me the best show of my life, she pinches her nipples and moans. I stroke myself so vigorously that I have to force myself to calm down. Slowly, she moves toward me, her perfect tits bouncing as she walks.

“Cami,” I let out in a deep gruff.

“Let me ride you, Eli,” she taunts and looks at me with pure desire. “I’d love you inside my tight little pussy. God,” she purrs, and I can tell she’s getting just as worked up as I was when I watched her get off.

“We can’t,” I whisper, my release growing closer.

She pouts, batting her eyelashes.

“Not yet, baby.” My balls tighten, and I squeeze harder, groaning.

“Mmm. That’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” she tells me. “I love watching you, knowing you’re thinking about me.”

She squeezes her thighs together tightly, and I can just imagine how soaked her little lace panties are right now. The thought of finally sinking deep inside her nearly takes over. After a few minutes of her gaze on me, which is one of the biggest turn-ons, Cami decides she can’t handle it anymore. Because she’s the type of woman who always gets what she wants, she moves forward and climbs on the bed.

“Let me help you at least,” she insists. I remove my hand, and she takes over. She rubs the pad of her thumb across the top, then a second later, her hot mouth is on me, and I don’t have the willpower to make her stop. It feels so fucking good that I’ve lost my ability to speak.