Page 58 of Mr. Blackwood

“None.”

“Do you think you can know if someone is right for you after six months?” I asked.

“Only if they’re truly right for you. You’re right for me.” She cupped my face and brushed her lips sweetly against mine several times before sitting back.

We sat there enjoying the ocean breeze some more before I fed her ganache petit fours. She licked the chocolate from my fingers.

“Woman, don’t start something you’re not ready to finish.”

“Oh, I’m definitely ready to finish what I start, and I’m ready to finish you off.”

She climbed onto my lap and looped her arms around my neck. I brushed my lips against hers even as I effortlessly untied her sundress behind her neck. Her tongue was saturated with the sweetness of the wine she’d drunk and the bitterness of the chocolate from the dessert. Camilla moaned in my mouth, and my dick hardened in my shorts.

My eyes were open and remained on the saxophonist. I ran one hand down Camilla’s back and waved goodbye to the saxophonist with the other.

He left a sweet harmony trailing on the breeze as he walked down the beach. My hands moved in between Camilla and me, and I cupped her breasts. She pulled back from the kiss and bit her bottom lip. She glanced away from me down the beach and spotted the saxophonist walking away, still playing music.

She giggled. “Thank you for this sweet night, but I’m ready to turn up the heat. What do you want me to do, Mr. Blackwood?”

“Remove this wood from my pants and top me off, sweet girl.”

“With pleasure.”

Her breasts bounced as she climbed off my lap, and when she stood, she removed her dress from her body. I reached down and gripped my growing arousal as I took in her beautiful stature before me. She wore nothing but a white lace thong. Camilla spun around, jiggled her ass, and then smacked it to tease me.

“Oh, trust me when I say that I will be all inside of that tonight.”

She peered over her shoulder and replied, “I was hoping you would say that.”

She turned back around to face me completely and moved between my legs. Her warm hands pulled my dick free of my shorts, and with a precision so right, she wrapped those plump, oval-shaped lips around me. The heat from her mouth welcomed my dick inside, and it felt so sexy, so welcoming, and so damn sensual.

My hips rose from the blanket to push deeper into her mouth. She licked the head before she slowly sank her lips further down my shaft. Camilla’s warm hands played with my balls as she bobbed her head up and down my length without the help of her hands.

As her breasts continued to bounce, I reached out and grabbed them with my hands. She moaned around my dick, and arched her back, pushing her ass higher in the air. She was the perfect sight, and I knew that no matter how much time passed, whenever I closed my eyes this vision of perfection would be what greeted me, and I didn’t mind.

I reached out and grabbed the back of her head and guided her down my length. If she kept working her tongue around me the way that she was, I would explode sooner than I was ready to. Camilla gave sloppy head, and it turned me on. Her luminescent, upturned russet-brown eyes pinned me into place as slob coated her lips, chin, and me.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I gripped the back of her head with both hands and fucked her mouth hard and slow until my strokes caused my seed to propel forward into her mouth. She sucked and sucked until she drained me dry.

When she finished, I rolled her onto her back, spread her legs wide, and slid my fingers through her folds. I pulled a finger back, and she grabbed it before I could do anything. Heat flowed through me as I watched her suck her essence off my fingers.

“It’s a damn shame when you can make a man jealous of his own fingers.”

She laughed. “You can alleviate that, you know.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhm. I suggest you get busy eating.”

I knelt in front of her and lifted her legs over my shoulders. Camilla moaned her pleasure as I licked, sucked, and fingered her. My fingers plundered her asshole, while my tongue pillaged her pussy. The way that woman creamed for me had me hard all over again.

I couldn’t wait to carry her back to the bungalow and have my way with her.

24 – CAMILLA

It was the final day of our four-day escape, and I wasn’t ready to leave. My team assured me that everything was running smoothly on their end, and Riann assured me that the interviews with new staff were going great. She promised me that she would have an entire crew ready to be interviewed by the time that I returned, and I would be wishing I was on vacation again. That had been her little way of making sure that I stopped calling so much, and that had been two days ago.

“Lower your foot to the floor and move into forward fold,” our private yoga instructor instructed.