7
Merritt
I was addicted. There was no other way to explain why I couldn’t get Camilla out of my head these days.
I was supposed to be over her. We had got a good time, and sex—no matter how mind-blowing it was—was just that. Sex. I didn’t do commitments, and I certainly wasn’t the one to chase the girl. I had a taste of her, perfect. We were finished, goodbye.
But Camilla… With her, everything was different. With her, everything felt more intense. It felt more real. Not only the way her pussy clamped around my cock, but also her sexy moans, her distorted face as she came, the way she screamed my name when I pushed her over the edge…
Then her captivating eyes. The way she looked at me like she was seeing the real me. Her intelligence. Her wits and her charm. Everything.
After that day in the hotel, I knew it was just a matter of time before I slept with her again. This job arrangement was perfect because I knew she would be close to me. I could see her and make sure she was satisfied with her new work place. I didn’t know why exactly, but her happiness mattered to me.
And then I arrived to my office with a massive boner in my pants this morning, and I couldn’t stop thinking about banging her. I wanted to go and see her, but I was too busy for that.
However, when the lunch break came, I knew I had to try to see her. As luck would have it, we stumbled upon each other, and the sexual tension between us was at an all-time high. That was all I needed to grab her and pull her into the nearest closet, too impatient to get a taste of her.
I had never done something like this at my job. I didn’t mix pleasure with work, but Camilla made me forget about all that, until all that mattered was only her.
I ran my tongue over her smooth lips before I pushed it into her mouth, reaching with my hand down to stroke her sweet pussy. She was incredibly wet and ready for me.
“You’re so beautiful. I have no idea what you’ve done to me, but I can’t stop thinking about you. That day in the hotel room wasn’t enough. It wasn’t nearly enough,” I said and went down to my knees, my mouth salivating at the thought of eating her pussy.
I could sense the scent of her arousal, and it was the best fucking smell. Pulling her sexy red panties to the side, I pressed my face into her beautiful pussy. Her hands reached out to grab my head and keep me in place.
“What are you doing to me?” Her voice was almost whiny, her breaths coming out short and quick. “It’s sooo good. Yes. Right there.”
I was licking her clit like I was lapping at an ice cream, except her pussy was ten times better than an ice cream. Her flavor couldn’t compare to anything else, and I was drowning in her. I rubbed my face against her, placing her leg over my shoulder to open her widely.
She was so fucking wet. When I pushed two fingers inside her slick hole, she swallowed them as if they were nothing. I wanted her pussy to swallow my cock in the same way.
I was switching between sucking her clit and licking her whole mound, increasing my tempo with each change of my movements, until she was a hot mess ready to explode any moment. Just when I sensed her close, I pulled away and unzipped my pants fast. I had a condom in my back pocket, so I fished it out and sheathed myself with it.
In two seconds, I turned her around, raised her skirt up her waist, and plunged into her, my cock throbbing like crazy.
“Ah, fuck me. You’re so wet and warm. And your pussy is gripping me so hard…”
I placed my hand on her back and began a steady pace. She was close, too close, and a few thrusts later, she was coming all around my cock. I pressed my hand over her mouth right before she started screaming, barely silencing her.
“Shh. We have to be quiet.” Although, knowing we could get caught made everything even better.
I dug my fingers into her hips, the hard pounding in my chest matching the tempo of my thrusts. She had an amazing ass that bounced up and down each time I entered her, and it was a feast for my eyes. Her pussy was soft, hugging me further inside, and if I continued like this, I would cum too soon.
I pulled out of her and replaced my cock with three fingers, thrusting them fully inside. I didn’t want this to be over yet. I took them out and pushed them into her mouth, letting her get a taste of herself.
“Taste yourself.” She moaned, grinding against me. I slapped her ass, fucking her mouth with my fingers. “Delicious, hm?” I brought them back into her pussy and made several thrusts before I pushed them into my mouth. She was looking at me over her shoulder with her darkened eyes. I could look at those eyes all day long.
I went down to my knees again, holding her ample ass with my hands, and licked her mound all over again. Her juices were overflowing out of her, trickling down her legs, and I sucked in a breath, close to completely losing control.
“I want you to explode again, but this time on my mouth. I want you to make a mess out of my face.”
I pressed my face against her pussy and pushed three digits into her tight canal. She whimpered and pushed closer to me, which sent my fingers deeper into her. I found her g-spot and rubbed against the bumpy flesh. She was rocking her hips left and right, up and down, moaning into her hand as she grew more restless.
I sucked her clit roughly, increasing my pace by a second, and soon she was orgasming so hard that her juices squirted out and splashed my face. She probably soaked my shirt too, but I didn’t care about it at all. I had a spare shirt in my office, anyway.
“Jesus, Camilla. You’re sexy.”
This time, I spun her around and picked her up. She wound her legs around my waist and clung to my shoulders, the expression on her face that of an ecstasy. Grabbing my dick, I brought it to her entrance and rubbed my tip against her wet folds before I pushed into her once again.
“Merritt. Oh God, I’ve never felt like this before.”
I pressed my hand into her ass and groped her boob over her clothes with the other hand. I wished she was naked. I wanted to cum all over her tits. Next time, I promised myself.
“I can’t get enough of you. What are you doing to me?” I sucked her lower lip into my mouth and tugged at it, going faster and faster. Our tongues clashed against each other.
“Don’t stop! Please don’t!” She pleaded and smashed her lips against mine again, clutching my shirt.
I could feel the pressure building up deep in me, quickly reaching its bursting point.
“I’m going to come, Camilla.”
“Yes. Me too.”
A couple more thrusts later, we exploded at the same time, our mouths fusing together as the ecstasy overcome us, and for some reason I wanted to laugh my ass off. I felt unusually happy and calm, which left me baffled.
This was supposed to be just sex, but somehow it wasn’t. It went deeper than that, but I couldn’t pinpoint how exactly it affected me. All I knew was that I wanted to do it again with her, and that alone was a shocker. And the weirdest part was that it wasn’t just about her body or a good sex. I genuinely enjoyed her company and wanted to know more about her.
What was happening to me?