The being happy thing.
I was fucking due.
For the rest of the day, Camilla, Alivia, and I escaped the summer heat by hopping between the pool and the ocean. The giggles were constant, from both mother and daughter. I loved hearing them so much that I made it my mission to keep them laughing… forever.
Before we knew it, hamburgers were off the grill and served up with fries and corn. Afterward we had make-your-own sundaes that my daughter went crazy with. Leila insisted on keeping her cook and housekeeper on duty for us so our sole focus would be enjoying the house and each other.
After showers and pajamas, which I didn’t own and had to steal from Jack’s bedroom, we allowed Alivia to snuggle with us and watch a movie before bed. Fifteen minutes in, she was passed out cold. No surprise there. Fuck, even I was exhausted.
As I transferred her to the guest room beside ours, Camilla set up one of the baby monitors Leila had left for us. It had nothing to do with hearing Alivia if she needed anything, as last night had proved she had no problem seeking us out.
It most definitely was to provide a mini-alarm in case we… well, let’s just say watching Camilla frolic all day in a tiny black bikini had worked me up to quite a state. So, we would be—and soon.
Funny, before last week, I hadn’t had sex in a long time. While running and hiding from the tragedy that was my life, the endless stream of women I’d tried to get lost in had filled a need for all of ten minutes. Being a blond, growing out my beard, and using many aliases gave me the ability to go undetected by all the women I fucked. Once the act was done, I was back to the hollow shell I had become.
Coming back to New York was all about healing. On day one, after discussing the man-whore role I had slipped back into, my therapist had ordered immediate celibacy. I didn’t argue all that much. I was tired of that pattern. Sick of the game.
And then one taste, one night with Camilla, and I couldn’t get my desire for more of her under control.
As was proven by how I waited for her, at full mast, mind you, to join me in bed.
What seemed like an eternity later, the bedroom door slowly opened, and Camilla appeared from the bathroom with her hair long and loose around her shoulders, the silky waves now streaked with golden highlights. Her bronze skin tanned beautifully after spending the day in the sun. She wore one of my black T-shirts, the hem kissing those gorgeous, toned legs.
Taunting me.
I loved that our daughter had the same coloring as her mother, and with those crystal-blue eyes she was sure to be a stunner when she got older.
Speaking of stunners, once my eyes had their fill of feasting on Camilla, I demanded, “Come here.” She was just too far away. The intoxicating scent of the beach and coconut engulfed my senses as Camilla slid into bed. And now with her beside me, I could nearly taste her arousal. My dick swelled against the flimsy cotton hard enough that my piercing could easily rip through the fabric.
Fuck.
“Today was such a great day,” she said, cozying up against my chest, her leg pressing against mine, worsening my predicament.
“We have many more coming to us.” I buried my nose in her hair and inhaled. “You know what’s strange?”
“Hmm?” she responded lazily.
“I feel like we’ve been together for years.” She looked up at me, surprised. “No?”
“Yes. I kind of do too.”
“Then why the shocked expression?”
“What’s weird is that you feel the same.” Her big brown eyes captivated me. Fuck… I could stare at this woman all day. Staring led to needing a taste of those plump lips. I’d waited long enough.
I pressed my mouth to hers. Our kiss quickly progressed as I skimmed one of my hands from her hip, under the T-shirt, and straight to her bare breast. A whimper traveled through her mouth when I pinched her nipple. And just like that, her garment was gone in a flash, silently landing on the floor. I maneuvered us until we were side by side and aligned from head to toe.
While my mouth worked on her breasts, my hand moved down her body to land on her panties. The dampness I discovered led me to slip inside them and feel skin instead of cotton. I continued to manipulate her with my touch while holding her firm with my other hand, gripping the back of her head. It didn’t take long for my cock to remind me that his patience hung by a thread. The throbbing that took hold bordered on being painful.
Her gorgeous lips parted when I caressed her clit with a whisper of a touch. But by then coaxing her with a firm circular motion caused the whimpers to turn into groans.
With our eyes fixed, I slid in a finger, now taking my turn to groan over the way she instantly tightened around it. The sensation felt amazing, and I could only imagine the pleasure my cock would feel when I buried myself inside her. Tonight, I really wanted to do so bare so she could experience my piercing, and I could experience her.
A sexy moan and her hips moving faster meant she was getting closer. And damn if I would have her coming tonight for the first time anywhere other than on my tongue or cock. At first her mouth fell open in a silent protest when I pulled my hand away. But when I moved to lay between her legs, she was unable to hide or mask the raw desire coursing through her.
Her panties were gone next as I visually gorged on the sight of her naked and bare. My hand cupped the warm flesh between her legs before I slid it under her ass. The single kiss I placed on her caused a sharp inhale. Covering her sweet pussy with my mouth caused her to buck on impact.
She was so smooth, so soft, so sweet. Part of me wanted to consume her savagely, while another wanted to savor her for hours. Hearing her heavy panting and feeling her fingers tangle in my hair forced my decision to move my tongue over her in slow, long drags. Besides savoring, I wanted to pleasure her for hours.
She was riding my mouth, working my efforts to her satisfaction. Her hips rose and fell with each lap I made, and fuck if that wasn’t hot as all hell. I palmed my imprisoned cock to placate him for a few more minutes. He wasn’t having it. He wanted her and not my poor substitution of a hand.
Lick after lick, I quickened my pace before sucking hard on her clit. Her one hand moved away to grip the comforter while her legs quivered on each side of my head. I abandoned my pajama-encased rigid flesh to put a firm hold on each thigh. A few moments longer were all it took to bring her to the edge. The other hand twisted my hair, holding my head against her during her climax. As her muscles flexed and her back arched, she came all over my mouth.
Slowly she relaxed, her hand falling back as I sat on my haunches with the evidence of her orgasm coating my lips. Nowhere was the regret that often plagued me after being with a woman. Gone. In its place was a hunger I hadn’t felt in a long damn time.
With the foreplay out of our way, I quickly stripped off my bottoms before tossing them somewhere behind me. I was on fucking fire for her, and she was the only thing that could extinguish the flames.
She opened her eyes and met my gaze. “Camilla, are you on birth control?”
“Yes… since Alivia was born.” Her expression went on to say it was to prevent another unplanned pregnancy.
“Good. No condom tonight.” It wasn’t a request. “You need to trust me.”
“I do,” she responded without delay.
As I lay beside her on my back, her eyes focused on my hand stroking the length of my cock. “Ride me.” On my command, she straddled my thighs, maintained eye contact, and shifted forward, allowing me to feed my cock into her pussy.