LA 2070 (Closed for SongstressWithAPen)

[SongstressWithAPen]

~Mia loved to be watched. It's why she became a dancer when she was small, and why she chose to strip when she was an adult. She enjoyed the attention, especially since she never got it at home. As she got older, it turned sexual. She loved to see lust in the eyes of whoever was watching her. It made her feel powerful, knowing that what she did or how she moved made someone horny and hot for a piece of her.

She also loved to watch. Loved to watch other dancers or others in the throes of passion. There was something about two people engaged in something so private and intimate that was sexy. To see how a guy moved inside a woman, and how that woman responded got Mia hot.

When she stripped off her skirt earlier, she felt Kameron's eyes on her, watching. Out of the corner of her eye, she also saw his big hand wrap around his magnificent shaft. Mmm...she definitely wanted to watch him jack off sometime. Maybe they could masterbate together. But that was an idea for later.

69 was another idea she would file in the back of her mind for later. They would be explosive getting each other off with their mouths. She couldn't help the moan that vibrated around his cock in response to the bite to the inside of one of her thighs. She could feel his breath against her sex, and almost wanted nothing more than to let this idea come to fruition right now. Almost. There were so many things she wanted to do with Kam that made her head spin.

Now, she decided on fucking him. Sliding into position, she took him inside of her once more. God, she would never get over how wide he spread her, how well he filled her, and how damn amazing he felt. A low laugh drifted into his ear at his response to her telling him she had no gag reflex. Mia would have no problem deep-throating him, despite how long and massive he was. And she knew she would enjoy every single second.

Having more of the control this time, Mia moved against him like she would a slow, sensual dance. Except her intention wasn't to tempt, seduce, or tantalize. It was an attempt to savor the pleasure, to make it last. To make him feel so good that he forgot his name To draw it out until they were both completely lost. They rolled their hips together in a slow, decadent rhythm that caused his dick to slip and slide in the most breathtaking of ways.

Mia's head slowly rolled back and forth against his shoulder, her eyes closed to the power of the moment. Their bodies were perfectly in sync, and it seemed that it couldn't get any better. When his hands joined in on the fun, Mia realized things could definitely get better. A soft purr formed in her throat as sure, male fingers moved over all parts of the front of her body.

A hum when he traced or tickled her abs, ribs, and navel piercing, or a sigh when a big hand covered the tattoo at her side was how she acknowledged how much she enjoyed the way he touched her. Mia noticed that he had kissed or touched her tats and piercing several times. She hoped he was turned on by them. He hadn't had the chance to inspect the one his hand had most recently touched, but was sure he would have intimate knowledge of all three before the night was through. She certainly couldn't wait for her chance to examine his.

All thoughts of tattoos were wiped away, however, when his hand snuck down between them to flick her clit. Each time he flicked the bud - after he pulled almost completely out - Mia's body would react by squeezing the head of his shaft. It was the only part of him within her, so it was treated to the most pleasurable of physical reactions. Panting, her arms would squeeze his neck tightly, fingers convulsively pulling at the strands of his hair. Each flick of her clit would be met with a harsh intake of breath or a gravely groan as she exhaled.

As they continued to rock and roll their bodies in an almost torturous display, Kameron used his other hand to turn her head so they could kiss. The moan she poured down his throat when their lips met sounded as if she had been without his kiss for way too long. She had. It was another indulgence they engaged in that lead them down the path of exquisite pleasure. For long minutes, their lips caressed while their tongues entangled. The slurping sounds their mouths made added to the symphony of sounds from their bodies and their mixed outcries.

Kameron pulled away from her mouth, planted his feet on the ground, and changed the tempo of their fucking as he neared exploding. He warned her of his impending orgasm, to which she responded with, "Hell yes....cum inside me Kameron....fuck me....fuck me..." The tempo they previously adopted had been magnificent. They had been able to really enjoy how they moved together so well. Mia had been able to relish how he felt slowly sliding in, and opening her up so wide. Or how she squeezed him like a glove. But now it was time to cum.

Breasts bounced as he bucked underneath her, Kameron's body taking on all of her weight yet again. With arms still wrapped around his neck, Mia arched her back the moment his cock exploded. Her own body reached those incredible heights as she felt his penis pump his cum inside of her once more. A chesty, feminine wail filled the air as her own body writhed in ecstasy on top of his. Her ass even ground into his crotch, attempting to immerse herself in as much of the euphoric moment as she could.

The power of their climaxes soon diminished, leaving them both sweaty, out of breath, and exhausted. Mia's arms fell and lay limply in her lap. Her body was lifted by his heavy breaths, in an almost soothing, yet uneven rhythm. Her head rested in the crook of his neck, her heavy breath fanning against his skin.

The new lovers lay in the lounge chair recovering, still joined, for many minutes. Mia kept her eyes closed and focused on how Kameron's breathing slowly began to even out. She had to focus on something to keep from passing out. She soaked in the heat his body radiated, never feeling cold despite the much cooler air around them. She enjoyed how his massive body seemed to surround her, even though he lay underneath her. Lastly, she thought about how incredible this night had been so far.

The rumbling in her stomach finally jarred her from her thoughts, making her laugh, hoarsely. "I believe we could both use some sustenance. What do you think?" Without really awaiting an answer, Mia placed her feet on the floor, grunting as she pushed herself up and onto her feet. The action pulled him out of her, and Mia groaned at the struggle it was to get him out of her, the shockwaves of pleasure that shot through her as his meat slid out, and the loss of him.

The cleaning robots would have quite a job
tonight, cleaning the mess their bodies made when they seperated both out here, and in the foyer. It took Mia a moment to find enough strength in her legs to move away from the lounge chair. It also took strength of resolve to move away from his incredible and delectable body. She couldn't wait to have the energy to explore him. But first, they needed to eat Grabbing the bag of food, she gave him a smile. "C'mon, we can eat inside."

On shaky legs, she moved into the condo. The food was set down on a glass table that sat in front of the couch in her living room. Mia disappeared for about 2 minutes down a hallway, but returned wearing a short, silky, deep red robe that was loosely tied at the waist. The robe covered her shoulders, revealed a bit of cleavage since it was loose, and ended about two inches past her ass. She also had his pants and sport jacket in hand. "My cleaning robot grabbed all the clothes we left in the foyer and put them in my laundry room." His shoes, underwear, and shirt were still out on the terrace with her shirt and skirt. That is, if he hadn't put his underwear or shirt back on. Mia would place his jacket and pants on her couch, for him to grab later.

Moving quickly, she went to her bar, bent down in the fridge, and grabbed several bottles of water for them to drink. If he wanted to use the restroom to clean up he could. If and when he came back, Mia would be sitting on the plush-looking rug in her living room. Her back would be against her couch, legs stretched out beside the glass table. The food would be out of the bag, and sitting on the table, ready for them to eat.~

 

[BewareTheDream]

In the midst of their love-making, Kameron did forget his name for a bit, for what he and Mia shared was that damn powerful.

In the aftermath, he remembered who he was; the challenge that followed was to remember how to move. His arms, legs, core, and especially his dick would need time to recover from such strenuous sexual exertion. He couldn’t remember being this exhausted, achy, hot, and shaky before—not from sex. For the second time tonight, he was reminded of the bike race in Dubai, but that was fucking awful, whereas this...this was out of this world.

When Mia said something about food, he could only grunt in response. And when she dragged herself off him, he didn’t have the energy to stop her. “Ohh…” His exhausted groan transitioned into an almost mournful sound, for the loss of her was devastating. He was shocked by how much it affected him—concerned, too.

What is up with me? Seriously, get a hold of yourself.

The only thing he could do at that moment was reach for her. He got a brief hold of her hip, and his fingers grazed the side of one of her butt cheeks, but after that she got away. Falling silent, he turned his head and watched Mia struggle to move. Her legs were visibly shaky, which was fun to see. I fucked her so good I gave her jelly legs. Nice! The cream that spread along the insides of her thighs shimmered in the light coming from her condo’s interior, which was especially fun to see.

Speaking of cream, their mixed juices spilled all over his crotch and lap once they separated. It felt sweet and icky at the same time. It was sweet because it was a reminder of what they had just shared, even though he needed no reminder; the post-orgasmic bliss that thrummed from his head to his toes reminded him, plenty. It was also icky because it was sticky. He’d have to clean up or else he’d feel sticky while he cooled off.

Mia smiled at him and beckoned him to come inside so they could eat. Her smile instantly summoned a smile of his own. “I’ll be in in a minute,” he croaked, for his throat was dry again. She dries me out like a desert! He had to twist his head at an uncomfortable angle to watch her saunter into her home, but the discomfort was well worth the view of her sexy, retreating ass. He couldn’t help but notice she had deep dimples of Venus. God, I love those things. His eyes lingered on her butt, the dimples above them, and her dancer’s legs until she disappeared around a corner.

It took some effort, but he was able to hoist his burly self out of the lounge and get to his feet. Completely naked and a little less sweaty than before, he took a couple steps closer to the terrace’s glass wall and rail. With his eyes on the beach or the dark sea beyond, he stretched his back and rolled his neck, not caring if anyone saw him stretching in the nude. The night frisbee players weren’t there anymore, but maybe there was someone on the beach he didn’t see. Even if there were, he wouldn’t have felt ashamed. He had nothing to be ashamed of.

Kameron listened to the ocean for a few more seconds before he retrieved his boxer briefs and slipped them onto his sweaty, athletic legs and over his sticky crotch. Since Mia had disappeared, he took the chance to return to her bathroom to wash up. Again. In addition to getting his downstairs area fresh, he dipped his head under the faucet to drink right from the sink.

When the two of them reunited in her living room, he immediately grinned and let his eyes feast on her. Although she was dressed (barely), her skimpy robe accentuated her sexiness rather than hiding it. He thought about fucking her with her robe on but hanging open. He also thought about how sliding her robe off would be akin to unwrapping a present.

As for him, he was dressed only in his underwear; his shirt and shoes were left on the terrace. Mia was treated to an unobstructed view of his torso and all the rippling muscles there. She also got to see his tribal tattoo under better lighting. A series of intricate, interlocking patterns completely covered his right pec and shoulder, and it reached down and around his arm, stopping an inch above his wrist. Some of the patterns looked like waves, others looked like blades, others looked like the leaves of a tropical tree, while others could have represented any of those things. With his build and tribal tattoo, Kameron would have looked right at home among ancient Polynesian warriors.

“Thanks,” he said, cheerfully, when Mia handed him the folded clothes that were picked up by her cleaning robot. He had no intention of getting dressed, for obvious reasons. So instead, he set them down on an out-of-the-way surface and followed Mia to her living room.

Food containers got spread atop a glass table, and Mia made herself comfortable on her rug. When in Rome... Kameron had a seat on the rug, too. All that fuckin’ made him famished, so he was more than ready to dig in.

“Want me to give you some credits to cover my half of the meal? Or I can pay for the next one, so we’re even.” Eagerly, he opened the container closest to him to see what Mia had ordered.

 

[SongstressWithAPen]

~It had taken some serious effort to walk away from Kameron on the terrace and into her condo. He looked as drained and spent as she probably looked, and definitely felt. What they both seemed to hide very well, was how unsettling this whole situation was. Mia had definitely never felt as affected by a guy than she was with Kameron. The sex was hands down, the best she had ever had in her life. The fact that she craved more and more of Kam the more they fucked, freaked her out, too. Plus, she liked him. A little too much for barely knowing him.

Again, she pushed those thoughts away as she quickly cleaned herself in her bathroom. Now was the time to enjoy him. Worry was for later. Mia gave herself a quick pep-talk in the mirror about not getting attached before she threw on her "robe" and walked back out into her living room.

They met near the guest bathroom he had exited. The smile he gave as he brazenly checked her out nearly made her blush. What the hell? Mia never blushed. Jesus, he looked as if he wanted to eat her for dinner, which was quite surprising since they had literally fucked the entire time he had been here.

Since this was the first time she had the opportunity to see him shirtless in good light, she looked at him the exact same way. Damn, he made her mouth dry and her pussy wet all over again. Greedy eyes of melted chocolate looked their fill at his muscular arms, chest, and the hollows and planes of his stomach. Then there was his tattoo. Her tongue peeked out to lick her dry upper lip. She wanted to use it to trace every single line or wave of ink that graced his skin. He did look like one of those ancient Polynesian warriors, and Mia hungered for another taste of him. Dinner. Dinner. It was time for food. Thai food. Not Kameron.

Thankfully, conversation moved to his clothing and then to the food on the table by the couch. They moved to the rug, Mia crossing one outstretched leg over the other, revealing smooth, silky thigh. The robe really only covered her crotch.

Kameron had told Mia to order two of whatever she ordered, so she did. They had an order each of chicken and shrimp-stuffed dumplings, Massaman curry chicken, and jasmine rice. To-go silver wear was also included. As Mia opened her container of dumplings, she looked over his way before saying, "I wasn't sure if you were into spicy food, so I ordered my second-favorite dish on the menu. It has a little kick, but it's really tasty."

He would notice a couple of things about Mia as she ate. First, he would notice that she could pack away food. Maybe it was because her body craved the energy-boost after such wild and rambunctious sex. Maybe she always ate heartily. Whatever the reason, she wasn't afraid for Kam to see her eat, like many women. Secondly, though she ate heartily, she ate like a lady. She didn't stuff her face with food, used her utensils properly, and looked as if she were at a five-star restaurant, rather than barely clad in a robe, sitting on the floor of her living room, eating out of a disposable container.

Kam asked if he could help pay for the food. In response, she shook her head, the strands of her silky, chestnut hair sliding over her shoulders and falling in her eyes. "No way. This one is one me. But I will take you up on your offer to take me out next time. Especially if I get to dress up. I make excellent arm-candy." The last was said with humor in her voice and a playful wink. "I am free tomorrow night if you happen to be open. I am scheduled at Misty's Saturday and Sunday night, so my next free evening won't be until Monday."

They made plans for another dinner together and continued talking as if they had known each other for years while they ate. Mia asked if he had lived in California all his life and how he got into real estate. Slowly, the food in their containers began to disappear, and Mia felt her energy come back to her. She had been hungrier than she thought. Thirstier, too. She ended up drinking an entire bottle of water, and was currently working on the second.

The more she ate, however, the more she felt drawn to and distracted by Kam. Eyes lingered on his lips when he took a sip of water. Or they were drawn to his muscular chest and that tattoo. His throat as he swallowed a bite of food. When she couldn't take it much longer, when the magnetic pull was too much, she pushed her food to his side of the table, pushed herself up to her knees, then her feet. Barefoot, her feet sank into the plush rug as she walked silently around the table, then stood above him, both of her legs on either side of his.

Standing over him, she looked down, one small hand playing idly with one of the ties of her skimpy robe. It may have looked as if she were going to strip it off. Instead, Mia bent her legs and sank down into his lap, straddling him. Hands were placed on top of his broad shoulders before her eyes fell to the side of his body covered in ink. They were close enough now for Kameron to see the hunger alight in her eyes. Her husky voice dropped to a whisper as one hand moved to stroke his skin and trace some of the designs with soft, gentle fingers.

"You have no idea how sexy I find a man with ink. And Jesus, Kameron, yours is probably the sexiest I have ever seen." She hadn't meant to admit as much, but it couldn't be helped. It just slipped out. It also hadn't been her intention to keep him from finishing dinner. In fact, she had every intention of finishing her dinner in his lap. However, when she began to touch him, she couldn't seem to stop.

For many long minutes, Mia explored his tattoo, appreciating the intricate design and the dedication to sit through hours of pain. Gentle fingers moved up and down his arm, testing his strength. Over his shoulder they tickled before sweeping over his pec. She placed her hand flat, and pressed, savoring the heat and the firmness. "Mmm...you must work out like a fiend."

Removing her hand, her head lowered so her lips could press against the middle of his pec. Her tongue flicked once against his nipple before her lips began to kiss and suckle his skin. Fuck, his skin tasted good. Up and up her lips moved, over his shoulder and across, until she began to nuzzle his neck. Mia moaned because of how delicious he tasted, suckling lips and nipping teeth marking his skin with her love-marks.

As Mia tasted him, both sets of hands moved all over his upper-body. Fingers skimmed down both of his arms, then pressed against his abs before her nails scratched up the ripples. The lobe of his right ear was caught within her lips as her hands moved further up his chest. She sucked gently before playfully nipping. Mia was lost in the feel of him, the taste of him, the scent of him. She was drunk off of him and craved more. Thorough exploration was the name of the game.~

 

[BewareTheDream]

The first time Mia got a look at Kameron’s bare torso in good lighting, she could have noticed something other than his brown skin, the enticing contours of his muscular frame, or the warrior tattoo that covered much of his right side: he had a few prominent scars that a real estate developer shouldn’t have had. There was a bullet scar on his right shoulder, close to the border between his deltoid and pec; that one was well-hidden by his tattoo. He had two more bullet scars on his midsection: one that touched an ab on his left, and another over a rib on his right. Each of these old wounds could have easily been eliminated by dermal regeneration tech or good old plastic surgery, so the fact that they were still there suggested Kameron wanted them there.

During dinner, Kameron ate as ravenously as she did, but unlike her he didn’t practice anything close to proper dining etiquette. Sure, he knew how to avoid embarrassing himself while eating with business partners and clients, but here— eating Thai food right out of the containers while sitting on the floor of his lover’s home—there was no need to keep up appearances in that way.

Mia asked him if he was into spicy food, to which he responded, “I like spicy food, a lot.

“Supposedly, I’ve got some Thai blood from my mother’s side. My mom and my aunt liked to cook Thai now and then when I was growing up, and when they did they went heavy with the spice. So I can handle a kick.” Grinning, he speared a chunk of curry-covered chicken with a disposable fork painted to look silver, and took a bite. It was spicier than he expected for delivery, because Thai restaurants usually played it really safe unless a customer insisted on super spicy, but the kick wasn’t as strong as what he grew up eating.

The two of them discussed plans for their next date. Next date, or first date? Is this even a date? I showed up and we got hot and heavy right away. We both knew what we wanted, and went straight for it, no date necessary. Or is sitting here a date?

When Mia suggested they dress up and go out tomorrow night, Kameron jumped at the chance to confirm, way too quickly for his facade of cool to hold up. “I’ll clear my schedule and fly you somewhere nice. I know this Brazilian place in Century City, João’s Steakhouse, where they pile the plates high and keep the lights low. I bet no one there will be able to take their eyes off you.” He didn’t even bother to check the calendar on his smartphone to make sure he didn’t have something tomorrow that could not be cancelled. Instead, he said “Yes” right away and started to imagine how he’d finger Mia under a table with a long, blue velvet tablecloth hiding what his naughty fingers did to her.

So much for staying frosty.

They continued to chow down, making the food from multiple containers disappear rapidly. Their conversation turned to Kameron’s living situation and work. “I was born and raised in Hawaii. Didn’t move to the mainland until I was in my teens. I’ve been in LA for my entire adult life, so like 13 years, now.” Feeling the pleasant sting of Asian spice on the back of his tongue, he let that sting linger for a bit before gulping down some water.

“As for real estate, I got into it purely because of the money,” he admitted, chuckling. “The world keeps changing. Blink, and it becomes something totally new. Businesses rise up in a flash, and then come toppling down just as quick. But no matter how much things change, land and property always stays valuable.”

Pausing, he visibility rethought what he had just said. “Okay, not always, but usually.

“I’ve been in real estate for almost as long as I’ve been in LA. I’m good at it, and it hasn’t disappointed me, yet.”

They talked about her, as well, including how she hasn’t been in much contact with her family, lately. “You and I have that in common. I don’t talk to my family much, either. But your family’s in New York, right? Mine is right here.” Using his almost empty water bottle, he gestured to the north; he knew which way to point because Mia’s terrace offered a southward facing view of the Pacific. “My parents live on the other side of the mountains from you.” He meant that literally. Directly north of Malibu, past the Santa Monica Mountains was Agoura Hills, where his parents lived. Even though the flight from his penthouse to their house would’ve taken mere minutes, he hadn’t seen them face-to-face in a couple of years, and he didn’t intend to see them anytime soon.

Hair had fallen in front of Mia’s face during their conversation. Kameron put down his water bottle, sat up on his knees, and reached over the table in order to brush the errant locks of healthy, brown hair away from her beautiful face and bewitching eyes. That’s better. He tucked her hair behind her ear, and then the two stared at each other for some time. His dinner was forgotten, and his heart pounded in his chest.

When Mia pushed her food aside and stood, Kameron’s heart pounded even more. It was her turn to look at him like a shark assessing her next meal. Her approach and the predatory nature of her gaze caused his cock to bulge against his underwear. In order to give her more room to do what she had in mind, he scooted his butt backward and slid away from the glass table. Nothing was in her way when she stood above him, straddled his legs, and then sunk to a seated position on his lap. Once she sat down, she could feel how hot and hard he was for her. The flesh beneath her hands felt almost feverish, and the mass that bumped between her legs, the mass she sat on, was more than eager to play once more.

Kameron shuddered all over as Mia began to explore his tan, tattooed flesh with her hands, then her mouth. He gasped when she licked his nipple and kissed around his pec, which first tensed then relaxed in response. Something between a hum and a moan rumbled from deep within his chest when she sucked on his shoulder or nuzzled her face against his neck. Right away he sensed that she wanted to take her time with him, so he didn’t do anything to interfere. He sat there with her in his lap, eyes often closed, and savored every second of what she did to him.

Gently, he ran his fingertips or scraped his nails up and down her bent legs. A minute or two later, he reached up to caress the curves of her torso through her robe. The heels of his palms or his thumbs brushed upon her breasts. His hands slid up, down, and around her back. Of course he had to touch her while she touched him, but nothing he did inhibited what she needed to do...not yet, anyway.

Her intimate study of him gave her an opportunity to look much closer at his bullet scars, and touch them as well. If she reached around him to caress his back, her fingertips would come into contact with a much longer scar there.

Mia made a comment about him working out, which elicited a low, breathy laugh from him. “I work out when I can,” he whispered. It was obvious from his Hollywood action hero physique that he must have worked out every day, or close to it.

Eventually, it would become too much for him...he had to do more. Big hands cupped her face and eased it up and back so he could stare into her eyes. He showed her a smile before his mouth met hers. She had spent a lot of time thrilling his body, and now they could thrill each through their kisses.

Kameron and Mia indulged in a lengthy makeout session. The sprawled on the floor and wrapped each other up in their arms. Bare legs entwined with bare legs. Tan skin rubbed against tan skin. His fingers dove into her hair while his tongue delved into her mouth. Through it all, his moans filled Mia’s ears as well as her lungs.

That robe of hers got in the way, so Kameron opened it up. One of her tan shoulders was exposed first, so he nibbled on it. He didn’t only nibble with his teeth, he cherished her skin with nibbling kisses, too. One of Mia’s breasts popped out, too, so of course he had to take that into his hand and cherish it with his mouth. He rolled a calloused thumb tip around her nippled before flicking it. Then he wrapped his lips around her peak and gave it a hearty suck. He looked at her face as he kept on sucking.

Mia’s robe opened up, revealing her other breast. That one got covered in Kameron’s nibbles, licks, and sucks, too. After popping his mouth off of it, noisily, he took her nipple between two fingers in order to pinch it and twist it. As he massaged her swells and covered them in his saliva, he took her robe off the rest of the way and discarded it on the plush rug. His underwear was similarly discarded.

Now totally naked, the two new lovers wrapped themselves up in each other. They loved on each other right there on the floor. The passion they shared was gentle, patient, and probing, unlike the blazing, hurried, desperate passion of before. They made out, they licked, they touched, they caressed all over, not missing a single spot. Neither of them had anywhere else to be but here, doing this.

 

[SongstressWithAPen]

~While they ate, Mia noticed a few things about Kameron. The first were scars that looked as if they had come from bullets. Hmmm....that was really interesting. A man who worked in real estate shouldn't bear scars from being shot. Sometimes, men who were in league with people who did illegal things could get shot. Was Kameron part of some criminal enterprise? And why didn't he have them removed? He most certainly had the funds to do so. The mystery drew Mia to Kameron even more, made her like him even more.

Mia herself, loved to toe the line of what was considered appropriate and right and inappropriate and wrong. Whether that meant going somewhere she wasn't supposed to, or having someone touch her when she was on stage dancing, act a certain way, or even throw someone under the bus for something they did. If it wasn't really hurting anyone and could benefit her in any way, Mia really didn't have a problem with breaking a few rules and speaking her mind. In fact, she enjoyed it. And she really enjoyed that Kameron seemed to have some of that in him, too.

He already made it pretty clear that he loved getting naughty photos and videos. He seemed to enjoy semi-public sex on her terrace, which made her think he would love public sex. It was all up Mia's alley. Oh, the things they could do together to turn up the heat and break rules.

She was pleased to find out he loved spicy foods. She listened with much interest as he talked about how his mom and aunt enjoyed cooking Thai food. Without realizing it, she broke her own rule about talking about her family.

"My mother abhorred spicy food. Never had it served for dinners or events. She always stressed that it wasn't proper to give guests something that would cause them to down glasses of water or wine. One time, I was able to get my hands on some habanero peppers. I cut them into teeny-tiny little pieces and sprinkled little bits on every piece of an hors d'oeuvre my mother was famous for serving. Keep in mind, there were hundreds of these damn things. Needless to say, every single person went running for water. The kitchens, bathrooms, wherever they could find it. After that party, they were always very careful when that particular hors d'oeuvre was served."

As she laughed at the memory, she was suddenly struck with the horrifying thought that she had revealed way too much about herself. Shake it off, Mia. It was just a funny story. He can't figure out who you used to be from an anecdote. Thankfully, the subject changed to paying for meals and the next time they would see each other. When he mentioned that no one would be able to take their eyes off of her at the restaurant he suggested, she laughed, the sound low and throaty. "I guess I better do my best to give them something they'll never forget, hmm? I can't wait." Mia gave a sexy smile, indicating her excitement for their date.

As their food slowly disappeared, Kam talked about growing up in Hawaii. Mia had been to Hawaii as a girl with her family, but didn't mention it. She also didn't mention that her former family was in the real estate business. Other businesses, too, but she did contribute enough to the conversation to make it seem as if she were familiar with the real estate world.

"It certainly is profitable if you have a good eye for it. And if you know how to sell it, even if it's crap. Places like New York and California will always see high values, I think, at the very least because of their geographical placement. Someone always wants to have a beach view, or a view of the mountains, or be in the urban center where big business is located. Location, location, location, right?"

When talk got to family, Mia became a bit quieter. She seemed interested that his family lived close, but only said, "They're in New York, yes," when he asked about hers. While her parents and two brothers were still her relations, she would consider her third brother, James, her only family. And he lived in New York, so she wasn't lying.

That was all forgotten when he leaned over the table to brush her hair away from her face. Mia inhaled sharply, his touch just as potent when doing something sweet, like brushing her hair behind her ear. It was too much, it had been too long. She had to touch him. It was her turn to be the agressor, to take what she wanted, though she would take her sweet time. There was a lot of Kameron to explore. From shoulder to stomach to back, Mia touched and tasted. The bullet scars were of interest but she didn't pry. While her fingers might have probed with sweet, lingering caresses, her voice did not.

Kam didn't remain idle during her exploration, which she enjoyed. Big, masculine hands moved up and down her legs, producing goosebumps where ever he touched. They moved up her breasts, and around her back, but didn't linger. Mia appreciated that he allowed her the time to enjoy him. But they soon would both actively participate.

She then felt the warmth of his hands cupping her cheeks, and just stared into his dark eyes. Got lost in them. Greedily, she accepted his kiss, her own hands grasping at the side of his beard-covered face before her fingers slid through his hair. A breathy moan flowed into his mouth as her lips moved slowly, sensually over his.

Somehow, she ended up on her back, Kam on top of her, smooth, olive-skinned legs intertwined with his. The rug was cushy and soft, so comfort was not a problem. As he opened her robe, nibbling on the skin he slowly revealed, Mia's hands were busy moving over the skin of his back. His skin was just as hot and just as hard as what she felt in front. Her lips moved, as well, continuing to taste his neck or his shoulder. A suck here, leaving a mark, or a lick there, leaving her trail of saliva. Kam tasted divine, so nothing was left unexplored.

Cool air met her freed breast, puckering an already puckered nipple even further. She groaned at his handling of her nipple with his fingers before arching her back when his lips began to suck. "So good...at... that," she choked out. If he looked to her face, he would see her eyes closed, mouth open in surrender. Silky tresses were in disarray on the rug. Her back was still arched, and one hand pressed flat on his back, while the other pressed at the back of his head, pushing him closer.

Either through their bodies rubbing, or his own hand, Mia's robe opened the rest of the way, revealing her other full breast. Kam didn't neglect it, similarly kissing, licking, and sucking upon her peak until he had her writhing beneath him on the floor. Their bodies slid, front to front this time, so deliciously, Kameron now between her spread legs. A throaty groan filled the air when he pinched and twisted her nipple, her head and back arching from the exquisite pleasure. "Yesss.... Kameron..."

After he got them both naked, he would have the time and the opportunity to inspect her third tattoo. It was a quote, inked in a dark blue script, made famous by a very well-known, ancient designer. It read: The most courageous act is still to think for yourself. Aloud.
-Coco Chanel

Viewed seperately, all three of her tattoos were just that; tattoos. But if one were to take in all of them together, they could come to the conclusion that they were a message of strength and freedom. Freedom from what? Well, one would only have to take the gilded net on her shoulder as a symbol of wealth and privilege. The fact that it was broken and the butterfly was flying free could only mean that she was free of that life. Of those constraints. Of the expectation of perfection.

Mia's ink wasn't just ink. It was her story. The magnolias on her lower back symbolized her perserverance. And the quote symbolized the courage it took to always speak her mind, even when someone didn't want to hear it. To speak her truth. So while they could be seen as sexy and badass, they had deep meaning for her. And in an imaginative way, they revealed a bunch of information about who she used to be and who she was now. It was meaningful ink for a woman who was more complicated than she seemed.~

 

[BewareTheDream]

Mia’s story about spicing up one of her mother’s dinners got a laugh out of Kameron. I've got to make sure I don't get on her bad side.

He would not have guessed that she was a Caputo on his own. In fact, he didn’t really know that much about the Caputos as a family. He knew of them, of course, because anyone seriously involved in American real estate development should have at least heard of them. He even read one of the books Mia’s father wrote; he had a digital copy of it on his smartphone. But Kameron didn’t know much at all about the Caputos’ personal lives: he didn’t know how many children they had, he didn’t know what any of them looked like (except for the father, since his picture was at the end of the e-book), and he didn’t know they had trouble with their troublemaking daughter, who happened to be his new troublemaking lover.

The fact that they mostly operated on the East Coast was why Kameron didn’t know much about them. He took pride in being up-to-date on the latest Los Angeles gossip and the biggest movers and shakers here, but the Caputos weren’t from here. Their circle was 3,000 miles away.

Any thought of Mia’s family disappeared when the two of them got hot and heavy again, this time on her floor. The rug upon which they rolled was surprisingly deep and almost fuzzy; the fibers of it felt nice tickling against his naked flesh. What felt so much nicer was Mia’s naked flesh against his, so he ground himself upon her—lasciviously, needfully—in whatever position felt right at the time.

Sometimes she lay atop him, with her legs spread so his warm body could fit between. His cock ground against her crotch and her tummy as they feasted on each other’s kisses and touched each other all over. With her on top, he could caress her back, run his fingernails along her spine, grasp her ass cheeks, or tickle the cleft of her ass with a fingertip. He did all these things, and more.

Sometimes he was on top of her. Her legs were still spread, but in this position she could wrap them around his brawny torso. He still rubbed his shaft against the front of her, except this time his weight added to the sensual pressure. He crushed her underneath him while he sucked on her lips, squeezed her tongue between his lips, or nibbled along her neck or ear.

Once, he spooned her. He got her to roll onto her side to face the terrace and the dark sky outside while he lay behind her. They still kissed from this angle; his tongue dipped into her mouth to massage her tongue, or to dance around the interior. When he wasn’t kissing her, he nibbled on her neck. He sucked on it, too. He leaned his head back so he could have another look at her shoulder butterfly escaping its net.

She’s not escaping me! he thought as he kissed the tattoo, and then sucked on the skin beneath it.

Kameron situated his dick between Mia’s thighs and closed them around it. His meaty member ground against the inside of her thighs while the upper side of it ground against the cleft of her sex. “Hrmm!” Lips curled into a smile, he thigh fucked her, and as he did, he dealt nibbling kisses to her earlobe. Reaching around, he grasped one of her breasts to grope it and to enjoy how her supple flesh conformed to his grip. If he wasn’t massaging her breast, he was pinching or tugging on her nipple, or giving it devious little twists. He made sure to thigh-fuck her nice and slow, or else he would cum.

“Hey, baby,” he whispered, his warm breath tickling her saliva-moistened ear. Mia could hear the smile in his deep voice. “I want to sixty-nine.”

Their simulation of intercourse ended so they could change positions once more. Kameron rolled onto his back, reached for Mia, and pulled on her; his hands wordlessly asked her to get into position on top of him. However, in the middle of her repositioning, he put a hand on her shoulder and the other on her ass and then made her pause while her right side hovered by his face. The entire time their mouths and hands explored each other’s bodies after dinner, Kameron kept forgetting to read the script on her ribcage. He didn’t forget this time, though. Finally, he read it, but it would take some thought for him to figure out that all of her tattoos delivered part of a single message. For now, with sixty-nine-ing occupying his thoughts, he didn’t have the mental bandwidth to put the clues together.

Kameron caressed her text-covered skin with his lips. While he was at it, he used his lips to nip at her ribs; he tongued them, too. Afterwards, he let Mia continue to spin around so they could get into a sixty-nine position.

His cock towered in front of her face, its skin a darker shade of brown than the rest of Kameron’s body. His head was between her thighs. Reaching up, he grasped her ass and tugged her lower body down. It did not have far to travel before his mouth delivered a sinfully slow, slurping kiss to her cunt lips. Slurp!

Unless Mia had other plans in mind, the two of them would start off orally gratifying each other with the same languid passion they had exercised since they got on the floor. Their passion would not stay languid for too long, though. Kameron would start by gingerly tonguing her sex’s lips, inside and out. He’d stick his tongue inside of her and let it wriggle around in a careful search of that special spot that would get her to cry out, wiggle, and writhe. Eventually, he’d replace his inquisitive, thorough tongue with equality inquisitive and thorough fingers. Whether it was with his tongue or two of his thick fingers, he probed her depths, searching for the right patch of pink to stimulate in order to evoke the sweetest ecstasy.

“Mrrmm! Ohhh...You’re fucking delicious!” He tongued her clit and sucked on it so nastily while finger-fucking her. Like the first time he devoured her peach, a lot of her cream collected in his beard. The fragrance of her arousal got him even more aroused, and it coaxed him into intensifying what he did to her with his mouth and hand.

If Mia wanted to make Kameron cum with her mouth as quickly as possible, he would be powerless to resist her. One look at his twitching tower told her that if she did not take it slow, it would explode almost immediately.

 

[SongstressWithAPen]

~Rolling around on her rug, rubbing against and making out with Kameron turned from leisurely exploration, to hot and heavy really quick. Thanks to him, they were naked. Every part of them moved or slid in such delicious, erotic ways. When she ended up on top of him, the curtain of her hair surrounded them as they kissed. She licked at his lips, sucking at his lower lip with firm pressure. With his cock pressed against her wet cleft, she rocked her hips, sliding herself back and forth along his thick length. She was so wet, she slid easily. Kameron's amazing hands were everywhere from her back to her ass cheeks. Mia felt a finger tickle between the two firm globes of her ass. In response, she sucked in a sharp breath, and pushed her butt out to show how much she enjoyed it.

Under him, she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. Kam pressed her into the rug with his weight, his shaft pressed even more firmly against her sex. Her hands moved to touch every part of him she could reach. Fingers dove through his hair, pushing his mouth closer to hers. Nails gently scraped up and down his back or across his shoulders. Writhing under him, she continually arched her back, squishing her breasts to his chest. The entire time, her outcries were directed in his mouth, in the air, or in his ear.

They ended up spooning, with one of Mia's arms wrapped backwards around his neck. Her neck felt strained as it turned to reach his lips, but she didn't care. Kam tasted too good not to kiss. His tongue played inside of her mouth, hers eager to swirl around or lap at his. A gratified smile curled to her lips when he began to use his lips on her neck. Mia moved her neck this way or that to allow Kameron all the room he needed to mark her. Eyes opened to look out to the terrace and the sky beyond. They had left the doors open, so sounds of the ocean could be heard, even if they couldn't see it.

Her head fell back against his shoulder when he positioned his cock between her thighs. "Damn, Kameron...this is so hot..." They moved together like they would if he were inside her. It was a tease. Yes, the head of his cock rubbed against her pussy lips, getting soaked by the honey that leaked out. But it was a simulation - a sexy simulation - of what their bodies would eventually do again. A simulation of what their bodies already seemed to do so well.

Mia undulated with him, in a steady, sensual rhythm. Kameron palmed one of her breasts, pinching or twisting her nipple until he took her breath away. Each time he teased a nipple, her body would jolt as if she had been shocked. She could feel his breath rush into her ears whenever he tongued or kissed her lobes. Completely under his spell, a shudder tore through her when he whispered in that deep, sexy voice that he wanted to sixty-nine. "Hell yessss..." The words spilled from her lips without Mia knowing they came out.

Guided by Kam, Mia moved and shifted any way he wanted her. She was so beyond able to think clearly. He had seduced her so well that she moved in whichever way he directed. For a moment, he wanted her above him so he could read her tattoo. Mia didn't gather as much, she just lost herself in the pleasure of his lips pressed against her skin. His tongue tickling her ribs.

Then she was turned so her pussy hovered above his face. Kam's impressive shaft stood tall and proud right in front of hers. Her mouth watered. She hadn't gotten a good enough taste in her lounge on the terrace. She wouldn't make that mistake again. No, she was going to savor his cock like a fine fucking wine. Just as she lowered her head to take him in her mouth, he pulled her body down to slurp upon her. The sensation that shot through her entire body was shocking. Mia arched her back while both hands squeezed his thighs. She threw her head back, her voice loud as she wailed, "Fuck yes!!"

It wasn't an easy task to 69 Kameron. What the man did to her pussy almost made her forget about the long, thick treat she had in front of her face. Almost. Kameron had already dug in to his feast. It was her turn. Licking her lips, Mia took him inside of her mouth. It was the biggest cock she had ever had the pleasure to suck, so she took her time. Lips suctioned around him almost immediately, forming a tight seal. Slowly, her lips slid down, down, down his length, his thickness spreading her lips further apart.

Mia's mouth was warm, it was wet. Eventually, her lips wrapped the thick base up in that moist heat. The head of his cock touched the back of her throat. She did have to concentrate on breathing through her nose, but she had gotten him all the way inside. Kam chose that moment to begin fucking her with his fingers. The thrust of his fingers caused her hips to jerk against his face, and a moan to flow from her throat, surrounding his entire shaft with her sultry vibrations. Mia swallowed immediately after, sucking him further down, applying more pressure.

With a prolonged slurp, Mia slid her mouth up. His entire shaft was coated in saliva. For a while she focused on his sensitive tip, sucking with a consistent pressure. Her head bobbed up and down, up and down while her tongue lapped all around. The more her head bobbed, the further her mouth took him in until she took one, two long, leisurely draws of his full length.

There were times when she would use her hand around the middle of his shaft while she sucked just the head. Those times, Mia was too lost in what his fingers and mouth were doing to her. Her hand didn't fit all the way around his girth, but she still kept a firm grip to stroke him. She rode his face to match the rhythm of his finger-fucking and/or licking. Her mouth popped off of his cock when began to suck her clit, a sob tearing from her throat. The hand wrapped around the middle of his meat squeezed in time to his sucks. Panting, and already dizzy with pleasure, she choked out, "Keep going....God keep going...."

Then, she began using her tongue on him. For a bit, she used her tongue to lick all around the tip, leaving nothing untouched. At one point, she dragged the flat of her tongue from the base all the way to the tip. "Nnngh...I love....your cock..." she would pant, finding it tough to talk because of what he was doing to her.

Soon, Mia's handling of Kam's cock would wane a bit, her body on the brink of climax. Her head fell away from his meat and hung low, right over his balls. Undulating against his face, Mia began using her tongue all over his stones. Like everything else with Kam's body, his balls were sizable. Sexy. Soon, his sac glistened with her saliva. But Mia wasn't done. Whimpering around her pleasure, she began sucking upon different parts of his scrotum. Her hand pumped the entire length of his cock, lubricated by her saliva.

Suddenly, she released his balls from her mouth, threw her head back and screamed her surrender. Hips nearly slammed against his face as sheer ecstasy shot through her entire body, beginning at her pussy. Hands planted on the floor on either side of his legs so she could buck properly. Grunts mixed with sobs as she experienced a euphoria she had never felt before.

Kameron would have plenty of cream to lap up as she came. If his tongue were inside her, he could probably even feel her inner-walls constrict. Inherently, she knew he was close and that she still had to get him there. Putting the weight of her upper-body on one arm, she used her other hand to jack him off. Her movements were jerky, but her grip was tight. When he finally erupted, she would still have the presence of mind to wrap her lips around him and suck him dry.~

 

[BewareTheDream]

Kameron was shocked by how beautifully Mia sucked his rod. The whole night had been shock after sexual shock, and this was the latest one. “God! Umph!” His outcry was directed right into her snatch. He kept on groaning while she bestowed pure bliss upon him. Those groans got muffled when he suctioned his lips to the heated flesh between her thighs and gave her such a sinfully sweet kiss there. This was his way of thanking her: by sucking on her cunt, using his lips to nibble on the outer flesh, or using his tongue to pamper the inner flesh. Meanwhile, within her mouth, his shaft throbbed intensely. She had felt it throb like this and spread her womanly depths to their limit multiple times already, but now she could feel it do the same to her mouth and throat.

It was a good thing she took her time, at least at first, or else he would’ve been done so soon.

“Mmph! Mmmm...ummph!” Eyes closed, he gripped her ass, squeezing it tight, and lost himself in this reciprocation of oral ecstasy. His grip became tighter and tighter the more Mia explored his length with her talented lips and tongue. The deeper she took his fat length into her mouth and throat, the more stunned he became; he had to fight to keep sucking on her, licking her, and rubbing his face against her. But it all stopped when she swallowed his entire length and proved that what she said earlier was true: she had no gag reflex.

Every meaty, veiny inch was inside Mia’s mouth and throat. Kameron’s eyes went wide, and he stared up at her silky, creamy cunt in a daze. “Unnnngh...!” No one had swallowed all of him before, which he didn’t have a problem with, because having half of his rod sucked was often plenty pleasurable. But this...this made him realize he had been missing out. His whole experience with Mia had taught him how much euphoria he had been missing out on without her.

I’m never going to let her go.

“Rrrah!” Energized by ecstasy, Kameron stuffed two fingers inside of her at that moment. Curling his fingers, he finger-fucked her while watching his digits get coated in more and more of her cream each time they glided in and out. He marveled at how her pussy looked as it creamed, and how firmly they gripped his questing fingers. Turning his face to the side just a little, he swiped a kiss to the inside of one of her tan thighs. The entire time Mia rocked her pussy against or above his face, her thighs got scratched by his beard.

While the finger-fucking continued, Kameron claimed her clit with his lips. He squeezed her clit once, twice, before he sucked on her, heartily. He kept on suckin’ unti he ran out of breath; while he huffed for air (which caused him to breathe in the scent of her honey while his nose was pressed against the bottom of her pussy), he teased the sides of her nub with his tongue tip. That continued for a few seconds until he started to suck her all over again.

Mia sobbed, which encouraged him to keep sucking and licking and finger-fucking. Then she straight-up told him to keep going, so he smiled and did just that. Soon after that, she told him that she loved his cock. In response, he showed her how much he loved her pussy by hooking his fingers inside of her, pressing them against the secret spot he suspected she liked having rubbed the most, and concentrating his efforts there. At the same time, he slurped on her clit even harder.

Kameron was about to lose it at one point, but Mia gave him a slight reprieve when she popped her mouth off his cockhead. Instead of squeezing his rod with her lips or giving it a tongue bath, she focused her attention on her balls. He loved what she did there, but it wasn’t the sort of thing that would get him to cum, especially not in his tired state. However, the way that she stroked him with one hand, spreading the saliva that already coated his tumescent tower, was sure to get him off, soon.

Determined to make her cum because he was sure he’d soon spurt, he took a deep breath and made one final, coordinated assault on her snatch: two fingers engaged her from within, concentrating on that one, special spot they had just discovered, and at the same time his lips encircled her clit to suck away.

He was rewarded with Mia’s orgasm, as well as with a flood of her honey. Once more he demonstrated how much he loved her pussy, this time by slurping up as much of her sweetness as he could. His mouth and beard were covered in it, and he smeared it around her thighs by rubbing his face between them. Moans and slurps from him combined with Mia’s wails to create such a sinful symphony. He sucked on her clit through the initial onset of her orgasm, but then he plucked his fingers out of her, used his thumbs to hold her cunt lips open, and then he thrust his tongue within. His tongue thrashed against her pink folds while simultaneously swimming against the honey current. It also reached that special spot his fingers had been stimulating, so it happily took their place.

He did, indeed, feel her pussy clamp down on his tongue while she climaxed.

Kameron was basking in the glory of Mia’s orgasm when she began to jack him off again, more roughly than before. She caught him by surprise once more; he’d lost count of how many times she surprised him tonight. “Munnngh!” His hands fell away from her cunt, away from the back of her thighs, and dropped to the rug. His tongue slipped out of her, then his head thumped against the floor. Unconsciously, he bucked his pelvis to fuck her hand. Mia had gotten him so close already, so it didn’t take much more to set him off. And just when he was about to spurt into the air, she enwrapped his cockhead with her luscious lips and sucked him off.

The big, burly Hawaiian had been repeatedly drained by her even before they sixty-nined. He did not have much left in the tank, but what he did have he gave to her, passionately. There weren’t many jets of cream this time, but each one shot against the back of her throat. The few inches of meat she had within her mouth spread her lips wide, and the shaft she had in her jerking hand was so thick it prevented her fingers from enclosing it completely. The whole thing jerked within her mouth or her grip, fighting like a beast that was about to collapse from exhaustion.

Underneath her, Kameron couldn’t do much of anything except writhe and rock, weakly. He didn’t even have the strength to roar; the sounds he made were more quiet than many of the others he made tonight, but the bliss that inspired them was no less potent, no less profound than what Mia had gifted him before.

When Mia drank the last of his cum and drained him yet again, she drained him utterly. He’d need a lot of rest to be able to do anything like this again. Feeling more sated than he ever had before, and drifting in a sexual haze unlike anything he had experienced before, Kameron closed his eyes and blacked out.

*****

What happened next was a blur. Kameron had vague memories of hearing the sound of the ocean. There was a body on top of him; it felt so comfortable and so right to have it on him. Opening his eyes, the first thing he saw was Mia’s glistening pussy right there in his face. They were still in a sixty-nine position.

Slowly remembering what had happened in the moments leading to his blackout, he smiled, groggily. Unable to help himself, he planted a soft kiss to the inside of one of Mia’s thighs. “Hey, Mia. Mia...you awake?”

One way or another, Kameron got Mia off of him. Rolling and repositioning, they lay beside each other and snuggled up on the floor. Surely her bed would’ve been more comfortable, but this wasn’t bad—not bad at all. Besides, he was too tired to move from this spot. He was sticky, sweaty, and achy all over. At the same time, his entire body thrummed with residual pleasure.

Cuddling with her, Kameron fell asleep again. He would wake up in the middle of the night, the sound of the waves still drifting in through the open terrace door.

 

[SongstressWithAPen]

~The things that occured between Mia and Kameron tonight would stay with Mia for the rest of her life. The heights he brought her to, the absolute ecstasy she felt when he pleasured her were emblazoned in her mind. But more than the sex, she actually liked him. Sure, they hadn't spent much time together, and she didn't know very much about him, but what she did know, interested her. Besides, they had plenty of time to get to know each other.

If the sex was bad, she didn't stay interested. Fortunately, the sex was off the charts. Like now, Kameron had used his fingers and mouth to make her go off like a geyser. He had found the magic spot inside of her that drove her crazy. And once he found it, he exploited it. Not only did he use his fingers upon it, he used his fucking tongue. It was no wonder she came like she did.

And boy did she love his cock. When she said it out loud, she had meant it. Even though he filled her to the brim, he still fit perfectly. Even though she couldn't wrap her hand all the way around his cock, it sure felt amazing to pump and squeeze it until his head and hands dropped from her still spasming pussy. His hips moved so erotically as he fucked her hand. It inspired her to continue. To squeeze him a bit tighter, to jack him off with more fervor.

Somehow; call it intuition, Mia enveloped him within her mouth just before he began to spurt. Greedily, hungrily, Mia drank him down. There wasn't as much for him to give, which made sense considering he had been cumming all night. However, Mia was happy to take whatever he had to offer. He tasted delicious and she moaned in appreciation as her throat and hand worked in tandem.

When they had both given and taken everything they could, she would collapse on top of him. Her body was exhausted. Blackness surrounded the edges of her vision, and she had to fight to stay conscious. That didn't mean she was lucid, however. Like Kameron, the sounds of the ocean flowed into her ears. In fact, it roared. Head resting on one of his muscular thighs, she was closer to the terrace than he was. But, the roaring couldn't have come from the ocean, could it? She felt his massive, sweaty, warm body beneath hers, would love to be wrapped up in his embrace, but couldn't seem to move to get into a more comfortable position.

After an undisclosed amount of time, Kameron began to shift beneath her. Nearly lulled to sleep by the heat of his body and the sounds of the ocean, the kiss to her inner thigh and the sound of her name dropping from his lips got her attention. She lifted her head, just a little. "Mmm?" That was all he was going to get out of her for now.

Unfortunately for Kam, he would be tasked with doing most of the work to get them laying in the right direction. She might have shifted her body or rolled against him to help, but nothing more than that. When they were comfortable, Mia was curled up beside him, head against his shoulder, and her face nuzzled in his neck. She didn't say anything, but sighed her contentment before falling asleep in his arms.

Mia was a light sleeper. Always had been. Although, since she had moved to the west coast, and since she had the ocean outside her door, she seemed to sleep more soundly. The sound of the water, the breeze, the smell of the sea all had some sort of hypnotic effect that calmed her, relaxed her. It definitely made it easier for her to get to sleep. After a long night at the club, it even helped keep her asleep. Tonight, she had the warm, comforting body of Kam and an amazing night of sex to help keep her asleep.

When he woke up in the middle of the night and shifted, possibly getting in a more comfortable position, possibly to disentangle from her, the jostling did wake her. Kind of. A contented moan vibrated in her chest as she smiled, still half asleep. By this time, Mia had one of her legs entangled with his. An arm was thrown across his brawny chest. The rug, while not her cushy, comfortable bed, was plush enough to be an adequate alternative.

Her face was still buried in his neck, so when she spoke, it was muffled against his skin. "Do you want water? I have juice and other stuff in my fridge..." Her voice was low in tone, more gravelly than usual, and slurred, suggesting she was not fully awake. "Are you uncomfortable? I have a really big bed..." Lips softly kissed at his neck. Even half-asleep Mia seemed adept at being flirtatious. Maybe it was a talent she had only with him.

The things she asked implied that she knew exactly who she was talking to. Even in sleep Mia wouldn't forget who she was with and what they had done. Fingers began to idly stroke his right pec and all that ink. She found the scar on his shoulder and began to trace the marred skin with a single finger as she awaited his answer. If he wanted to move to her bedroom, she would happily show him the way. If he was thirsty, she would eventually find the inspiration to leave the comfort of his body to get it for him, if he were persuasive enough. If he had other things in mind, she would most definitely be up for them, as well.~

 

[BewareTheDream]

Indeed, Kameron had other things in mind, but for now those things didn’t involve fucking. His entire body ached; it felt as though he had spent weeks training for a triathlon. Mia and I went through a sexual triathlon. That thought made him grin. Surprisingly, even his ever-hungry cock was telling him it could use some more rest before being called back into action.

A little bit more sleep and I’ll be ready to go again. However, as exhausted as he was, it only took the nuzzling of Mia’s lips against his neck, her caresses to his inked pec or arm, and a sensual slide of her bare leg against his to get the beast between his thick thighs to start stirring again. Okay, maybe I’ll be ready to go sooner than expected.

For now, though, what Kameron had in mind was the taste of Mia’s lips. “Sure, I could use some water,” is what he claimed. Although it was true, although he woke up parched, it was also a ploy to get her to lift her face up from his neck. On one hand, it felt oh so right having her face nuzzled there, but on the other hand, he couldn’t kiss her unless she moved. So when Mia eventually raised her sleepy head, Kameron brought his lips to hers so they could make out. One of his hands floated to her cheek, cupping it while they kissed. When he wasn’t cupping her cheek, he stroked her jaw.

The passion of their early morning kiss was subdued; it was the beginnings of a fire that could blaze out of control later, but for now it just smoldered. He didn’t stick his tongue inside of her mouth. Instead, he alternated between massaging her lips with his lips or his tongue. He noticed that Mia liked to suck on his lower lip, which he loved, so he gave her bottom lips the same treatment. The most his tongue dared to do was dip into her mouth just a little so their tongue tips could tease. One of his arms was around her body, and his hand was on her shoulder, pulling her to him. The other hand—the one with more freedom of movement in this position—glided along her side, over her hip, to her thigh, then back up. The heel of his palm brushed the side of one of her breasts. Then he grasped so he could knead it.

Kameron made out with her and felt her up until he was breathless. When that happened, he drew back enough to see her eyes, smiled, and lay down. His mouth was off her, as was his free hand. His other arm remained around her, and they went back to cuddling. Her body curled against his, perfectly.

She really does feel like she was made for me.

“Are you going to get me a water, or what?” he joked.

It took effort, but Kameron was able to disentangle himself from Mia and get to his feet. Towering over her, naked, he offered to help her stand if she wanted it. Before she stepped away, he reached for her ass to give it a pinch. And when she sauntered her sexy self to her kitchen, he stretched his back while watching her swaying butt.

How does that old saying go? “I hate to see her go but love to watch her leave.” Yeah, I could watch that ass all day. He couldn’t recall seeing a tighter, more shapely ass. And as tight as it was, it still jiggled marvelously when he fucked her from behind.

The movement of her ass in the present and the memories of what it did in the past caused his hanging dick to twitch. An instant later, he chased after her, catching up with her at the fridge. Both of his large hands went to her hips, and he tugged her lower body back in a move that was reminiscent of what he did to her in her foyer. His shaft ground against her sweet ass. The refrigerator door was open, so the front of Mia’s body was touched by cold, but the big, burly body pressed against her from behind her was oh so hot. The contrast was exciting.

Believe it or not, Kameron was only teasing. He really did need more rest before he could fuck her again, plus he really was thirsty. Besides, what they did tonight was perfect as it was.

Resting his bearded jaw on her bare shoulder, he took a gander into her fridge. “What else have you got in there? I bet you’ve got probiotic yogurt. You seem like the kinda girl who’s mindful of gut health.” Playfully, he reached into her fridge and started to poke around while she watched. Even after he found a bottle of water, he still poked around in her fridge just to tease her.

As the two of them stood there, back-to-front, he swayed to a tune he could hear in his head. Gently, he made her do the naked sway with him.

 

[SongstressWithAPen]

~Marathon, triathlon, it certainly seemed to Mia that they had trained for something. Her body was deliciously sore. Like Kam, whenever they touched, she felt the stirrings of more, but her body was still exhausted. After she offered several things as a good hostess should, he told her he could use some water. Reluctantly, Mia lifted up her head so she could wake herself a little more fully. Instead of looking down upon his extremely handsome face, she came into contact with his lips.

A smile curved to her lips while they kissed. Still sleepy, she realized his ploy about wanting water was an excuse so he could kiss her. Even if he was actually thirsty, it was sweet and it made her smile. Kameron's palm seemed to engulf her face when he cupped it. It felt warm, it felt right pressed against her skin. Mia leaned into his touch, moaning against his lips. Along with his lips, his tongue teased her. Though his tongue barely dipped inside her mouth, their kiss was still sensual. It was still incredibly pleasurable.

Laying sort of next to him, sort of on top of him, one of her hands pressed against the side of his face, like his with hers. Unlike his hand, hers did not cover the entire side of his face. But while her lips rubbed softly, sensually against his, her thumb did stroke his bearded cheek. Both breasts pressed into him, one at his side and the other against this chest. Soft moans were breathed against his lips as he kneaded one of her breasts.

They pulled apart, both breathless. Kam lay back on the floor, and she lay back on top of him, but not before she placed a gentle kiss against his chest. After a few more minutes of cuddling, where Mia groggily thought that she could get used to nights with Kam like this, he joked about getting his water. A single sound, similar to a laugh met the air before she playfully nipped at his shoulder.

"Someone is awfully impatient..."

She took the help to get off the floor that he offered, but not before thoroughly checking out every single towering inch of him, yet again. Damn. She would never tire of looking at him. Up on her feet, she gave him a sexy smile in thanks before she turned to make her way into the kitchen. He pinched her ass as she began to walk away, causing her to squeak before she swung her head around to give him a sexy wink. The sway of her hips was a little exaggerated because she knew his eyes would be plastered to her ass.

Mia barely had time to open the french door-styled fridge before she felt his presence at her back. The cold air hit her naked body in the front, immediately hardening her nipples, while the intense heat of his big, hard body wrapped around her from the back. Great, talented hands fell to her hips as he pulled her lower body back to rub against his crotch. Closing her eyes, Mia gripped the handle of one of the doors for support as a low purr met his ears.

As he ground himself into her ass, Mia circled her hips. They teased each other. With a low laugh, the sultry sound of her voice followed as she spoke in teasing, playful tones. "Do you mind? I was ordered to get you water. I can't do that while you accost me..." Whatever sexual thing Kameron did to her would never be considered untoward or unwelcome. In their short time together, he would already know that. Especially if she were still pressing her lower half suggestively against his lower half while she said such things.

The sexual teasing stopped, for now, so Kameron could take a peek into her fridge. She quite liked how he wrapped himself around her, resting his chin on her shoulder. His joke, while funny and producing another laugh from her, wasn't too far off the mark. Along with the staples- milk, bread, eggs, juice - she had about a dozen containers of yogurt, different flavors. Fruit, veggies, but also several of the same take-out containers they ate from earlier tonight. Even several bottles of soda sat inside, along with a couple of bottles of beer, a can of whipped cream, and butterscotch syrup.

With a quick turn of her head, she playfully nipped his earlobe before turning back to look inside.

"While your smart-ass comment is partially correct, don't let all that healthy crap fool you. I also have sugary cereal and chips in my pantry, and ice cream in my freezer. I burn a hell of a lot of calories the nights I'm at Misty's. On top of that, I rehearse and choreograph more numbers several hours a week, and I run every day."

They began swaying as she talked, her back now fully pressed against his muscular chest. He was bent with his chin still resting upon her shoulder. The hand that originally held the handle of her fridge door - her right hand- lifted so the backs of her fingers could brush against his cheek. Then, her arm wrapped backwards around this neck to play with the tips of his hair at his neck. It was a position that was becoming one of her favorites.

Mia allowed her head to rest against his shoulder, then turned it to the side to get a better look at his striking profile. When she spoke next, it was in a low whisper in his ear. "I also recently started having incredible, out of this world, exhausting sex with this really hot guy. I find that when I burn the energy I do, I tend to eat like a dude. While I do tend to eat healthier, I find that I can really eat whatever I want." A teasing tongue-tip lapped at his earlobe before her lips wrapped around it, sucking with gentle pressure. "Mmm...I wouldn't mind peeking inside your fridge to see how you eat, Mr. Real Estate." This was murmured as her mouth hovered tantalizingly below his ear.

She would wait for him to either make a move or take his water and suggest they get more sleep. And instead of the floor, Mia would emphatically suggest they go to her bedroom.~

 

[BewareTheDream]

“You’ll find probiotic yogurt in my fridge, too. Gut health is serious business.” The truth was that Kameron didn’t know anything about gut health until his nutritionist told him about it. If and when Mia got a look into his refrigerator, she’d find food that was mostly selected by his nutritionist and bought by his personal assistant.

But that could happen later. Now, the two of them enjoyed a little bit of naked slow dancing in the kitchen, and then they got their fill of water. After that, Mia suggested they go to bed, and Kameron’s response was an eager, “Yes, let’s do that.”

Maybe he had his hand on her hip while they padded to her bedroom. Maybe Mia held his hand and led him down the hall. Either way, Kameron followed her lead. Along the way, he glanced at any pictures or other decorations hanging from her walls. And when they got into her bedroom, the first thing he looked at was her bed. It’s big, like she said it’d be. Looks sturdy, too. In addition to her bed, he scoped out the way she decorated her room, since a lot can be gleaned about a person from the way they organize their most private chambers.

Scoping out her room did not delay his approach to her bed by a single second. He waited for her to slide on first, because 1) it would’ve been rude of him to get into her own bed before her, and 2) he wanted to leer at her ass as she crawled in. Not only that, but he was treated to a peek of her pussy when she crawled, too.

“Hrrmm…” The sound he made was a pleased rumble. He crawled into bed immediately after her. The bed was comfortable, and it became even more comfortable when Mia snuggled up against him. Kameron’s body was practically like an oven, so they likely wouldn’t need to get under the covers. All Mia had to do to stay warm was nuzzle against him.

Even though he was crazy tired, and even though he was in a supremely comfortable situation, Kameron did not fall asleep right away. For a while he floated in that sweet state that preceded slumber, where he was only conscious enough to talk to her about little things. The ocean’s sounds could be heard here, but barely; the door that connected her bedroom to the terrace was close, so the waves and the wind were both muted. When he spoke, it was in whispers, as though he were afraid he’d shatter the night’s peace if he spoke too loudly.

“I might have to work a little late tomorrow night. Does 9 o’clock work for you?” He barely fought back a yawn. “I’ll make a reservation in the morning.” The last couple of words trailed off.

Minutes later, Kameron lost the fight to stay awake, and he and Mia fell asleep in each other’s arms. Sometime in the morning, he’d realize, with a smile, that the first time he went to bed with her, they didn’t fuck.

 

[SongstressWithAPen]

~Mia laughed when he mentioned that he had probiotic yogurt in his fridge, as well. He wasn't wrong about gut health. It's why she ate the damn stuff. But it was amusing conversation considering they were naked-dancing in front of her fridge after a night of raucous sex. She was pleased when he eagerly agreed to go back to sleep in her bed. Not many men had slept there, yet she was oddly excited that he would.

Taking his big hand within her smaller one, she led him past the living room on the right, and down a hall. Not only did his hand feel right, dwarfing hers, she felt sparks of awareness shoot up her arm. Mia tried to ignore it, leading him past first one, then two doors on the left. They were rooms he hadn't seen yet. Professional-looking pictures of beautiful places from around the world adorned the walls of her hall. It would be difficult to tell if they were photos she had possibly taken in her travels, or if she purchased them. They approached the only door on the right and walked in.

The room was large, and like the rest of the house, elegantly appointed. But instead of creams, blues, and other colors that seemed pleasant and dignified, her room was done in lush reds and golds. A luxurious-looking, king-sized bed sat on the far end of the wall on the left side of the room, adorned with a deep burgundy-colored comforter. The bed was sturdy and made of a dark, expensive wood. A matching nightstand stood on one side of the bed. In the corner, sat large cushy chair in a deep gold.

Like the dining nook and living room, the whole wall in front of where they stood was a series of windows, showing the same gorgeous view of the ocean. Since it was the middle of the night, they wouldn't see anything. If they opened the set of double doors like what she had in her living room, they would hear it, however. The doors opened to the same terrace that they had fucked out on, earlier.

The large bathroom was on the opposite wall of where her bed sat. Unless he had to use the restroom, he wouldn't see it tonight. To the left of her bathroom doorway was a tall dresser that matched her bed and nightstand. A couple of paintings that matched the color-palate of the room hung on the walls. On top of her tall dresser sat a photo in a frame of Mia, who looked to be a few years younger, with her arm around Misty, the original owner of the club.

As Mia unmade her bed and began to crawl into it, Kam might also notice a photo in a frame on her nightstand. It was a young, teenage Mia with a male who looked about two years older than her. Mia looked as if she were in some sort of leotard, dance costume with full make-up and her hair pulled back. He was taller - of course - attired in expensive-looking street clothes, but had an arm slung over her shoulders. Her arms were wrapped around his middle. It obviously looked as if she had just finished some sort of dance recital. He also favored her in looks, so they had to have been related.

Kameron climbed in right after, and she was sure he had been watching her ass almost the entire time she got in bed. The mattress shifted beneath his weight, but would have no problem holding up to both of them. Immediately, Mia cuddled up next to him, and found a perfect spot to lay her head at the junction of his neck and shoulder. Her fingers stroked his skin as they softly talked a little bit more before sleep claimed them. She agreed on the time of 9:00 for their date later in the evening with no hesitation. "Perfect. I should be ready no later than 9:30." A small smile curved to her lips before she spoke again. "Just teasing. I will be ready and anxiously awaiting by 8:55. Goodnight, Kameron." Not much longer after she told him goodnight, Mia was asleep.

Mia awoke to a very warm, very bulky, very hard body against her face. She had forgotten to activate her in-glass blinds before they went to sleep, so light streamed into her room. It was probably around 7:30 in the morning, which meant they got a pretty good night's sleep, even if they had fucked most of the evening. Realizing that nature was calling, she very carefully tried to peel herself away from Kameron without waking him up, if he was, in fact, still asleep.

Once she slid off of her bed, she quietly padded to her bathroom on the opposite side of the room. After doing her business, and washing her hands and face, Mia walked back into her bedroom to look at the incredibly sexy man still in it. It was a good thing she had a big bed. Anything less, and Kam probably wouldn't fit. There seemed to be plenty of room for the both of them.

She wasn't sure what time he liked to get to the office, so if he wasn't already awake, she could definitely think of a couple of creative ways to wake him. If he was awake, she could definitely think of some creative things to do while the coffee or tea was being made.~

 

[BewareTheDream]

It wasn’t Mia’s exit from the bed that woke Kameron up, it was her absence. He woke up reaching for her, but what he felt instead was empty space. That part of the mattress was still warm, which was nice, but not nearly as nice as it would have been if he had her in his arm, cuddling with him.

Rubbing at his eyes, he looked about at the unfamiliar bedroom. Of course it’s not familiar; it’s not mine. Before he had a chance to wonder where Mia was, he noticed the sound of a running faucet coming from behind the bathroom door. He also noticed that her scent was heavy in the pillow case. He took a long whiff of it, and wished it was her hair underneath his nostrils.

I’ll take a whiff of her hair when she’s out of the bathroom. In the meantime, I can check my messages...Wait, where’s my phone?

Kameron rolled out of bed, feeling energetic but sore. His body still ached, especially his arms, thighs, core, and cock, but besides that he felt like a billion credits. The physical effects of all that glorious fucking would likely linger all day, and the mental effects would last him a lifetime. Smiling at the memory of some of the things they did together last night, he padded, naked, out of Mia’s bedroom so he could retrieve his pants and the smartphone within. On his way out, he checked out the picture of her and a family member on her nightstand.

Must be her brother. Pretty-looking dude. Bet he’s gay.

He found his folded pants where he had left them, and his phone was in his right pocket, as always. He had put it on silent before he arrived here last night, so it hadn’t made a single beep or played a single tune while he and Mia got it on or while they slept together. As expected, he had a bunch of messages waiting for him.

Shit. It’s only 7:34, and already people are nuking my phone. It’s going to be a busy day.

Eleven text messages, four voicemail messages, and a bunch of emails, most of which were from this morning. His email inbox was often full in the mornings, so that wasn’t a surprise, but the volume of text messages and voicemails was unusually high for this early.

Checking his texts first, he read through them, quickly, prioritized them, and responded to them in order of importance. As he texted, he wandered back into Mia’s bedroom. So when she exited, instead of getting a gander at Kameron sprawled on her bed, she got a gander of him standing at the foot of it. When her bathroom door opened, he tore his attention away from his texts so he could see her standing in the door frame.

“Hey,” he greeted her, smiling. He waggled his smartphone in the air. “Getting harassed by work already. I won’t be able to stay for breakfast.” Right when he said that, his phone vibrated in his brown hand, telling him that yet another text message had been received. “Shit. I’ve got to get going soon.”

He read the new message and tapped out a quick response. Then he looked up at her and was immediately reminded that he was owed a whiff of her hair.

“I’d like to take a quick shower, though, if that’s cool. Want to join me?” The grin on his face and the glint in his eye were both devilish.

If we shower together, there’s no way it’ll be quick.

 

[SongstressWithAPen]

~Mia wasn't surprised when she found Kameron standing naked at the foot of her bed, phone in hand, typing away. And, wow, he looked so good in morning's light. It was a shame work was going to send him away so soon, but she understood. A successful guy like Kam was likely married to his work, especially since he was CEO of his company.

Leaning against the frame of her bathroom door, a sexy smile was on her lips while she looked him over as he spoke. When he asked about a shower, then asked if she wanted to join him, her smile turned wicked. "You are welcome in my shower anytime. And I can't think of anything more enjoyable than joining you." With a tilt of her head, she beckoned him to follow her into her bathroom.

When Kam walked in, he would see a large shower and bathtub sharing the left wall. The shower sat in a corner and opened from the side. A wide tile seat was situated in the corner, below the three shower heads that came out of the tile walls from different angles. It was large enough to fit two people comfortably. The tub butt up against the other side of the wall, and looked just as spacious.

A double-vanity sat on the right wall with what looked to be plenty of counter and drawer space. The counters were bare, save a bottle of soap for each sink, and pretty glass containers. One was filled with cotton balls. A second held ear swabs. A hair brush sat beside one sink. The private toilet sat behind a door beside the vanity.

Her huge closet was closed off by a pocket door that was in the back of the bathroom. Unless he wanted a tour - which she highly doubted - she would not open the door of her closet. She did, however, open a small linen closet to pull out two fluffy, white towels. She placed both on her counter before she opened the door of her shower and stepped inside.

A few twists of the handles and water came pouring from the three shower heads. It only took seconds for the water to heat up, steam rising into the air. When Kam stepped in, he would already see Mia underneath the spray, water sluicing down her naked body. Her back was to him until she heard the door close. The view was provocatively similar to the video she had sent him only yesterday.

Once Mia heard the door close, she turned around. Chestnut locks were already soaked and plastered to her back. The entire front of her body was shimmery and slippery from the water. A curl of her finger indicated he should come closer. When he did, his new lover would meet him halfway, plaster her naked self to his rockin' bod, wrap her arms around his neck, and stand on tip-toe, her mouth a mere inch underneath his.

"I'm disappointed, Kameron. I didn't get a proper good morning." A teasing smile tugged at her lips before she pushed his head down so his lips could meet hers. Mia's kiss was not sweet. It was erotic, sinful, full of sexual promise. It spoke to how much she wanted him, how much she enjoyed last night, and how much she appreciated that he was pressed against her now. She went after his lips with overwhelming lust even she was surprised that she felt. Surely an entire night of hot sex would dim her desire for him just a little, right? Apparently not. Last night was just fucking fuel for the inferno she felt for him right now.

Almost immediately, her tongue slipped into his mouth to lash at his tongue before slipping out again to lick at his lips. Her lips moved wildly against his, sliding, and smacking. Then, her tongue would slip in his mouth once more to continue tasting. Somehow, they moved and spun until Kam was beneath the spray of the water. While they kissed, his own head became drenched with water. It ran down his back, over his shoulders, down between them. They could even taste the water as they made out.

Mia's hands were everywhere. Fingers speared through his wet hair, cupped both of his cheeks, slipped over his broad shoulders, or down his back. Her breasts slid against his chest, nipples tantalized by the rubbing of his wet muscles against them. Her slick, flat stomach slipped against his, her navel ring sliding and scratching his wet skin. Moaning into his mouth, she began to writhe against him in a way that suggested she was ready, so ready for more.~

 

[BewareTheDream]

Grinning, Kameron followed Mia into her bathroom. On the way there, he placed his phone atop her dresser, beside the picture of Mia and Misty. To say he was excited to shower with her would be a gross understatement. His dick was flaccid enough to flop against one thigh or the other as he walked, but the promise of sinful delights under a spray of water was beginning to stiffen him up.

He entered the shower after her and closed the glass door behind him. Despite how big he was, there was still plenty of room therein...plenty of room, plenty of possibilities. The sight of Mia getting wet with her back to him stunned him into momentary paralysis. Immediately, he was reminded of the video she sent him yesterday. Seeing the scene play out in real life was much, much better.

Hungrily (or perhaps thirstily), he watched the water soak her hair, weighing it down. He watched it cascade down her back, which was nicely sculpted and temptingly tan. The water trickled over her butterfly & net tattoo, as well as over the two magnolias on her lower back. It framed her rear, making him want to lick and bite it. Without realizing he did so, he licked his lips, for he remembered how delicious her skin was. He got to taste her throughout the night, but he wanted, desperately, to taste her again; to taste it soaked in water rather than sweat. The more he watched her, the higher his phallus rose.

Mia turned around then beckoned him closer. Of course he stepped closer; how could he resist her? His hands landed on her hips first, to pull her body against his. Powerful arms wrapped around her torso, ensuring she wouldn’t go anywhere (not like she wanted to). While Mia stood on her tiptoes and looked up at him, she half-reprimanded, half-teased him for not giving her a proper “good morning.” Before he could rectify his mistake, she pulled his head down, and their mouths merged. A moan of sweet surrender poured down her throat, released by a man who was unaccustomed to surrender.

“Rrmmm…!” The two lovers shared their first kiss of the morning, and in doing so they tasted and tantalized. The kiss was hot and heavy from the start...deep, too, for his tongue did not wait to slip between her lips and dive into her mouth, seeking its mate. Once reunited, their tongues twisted around each other. Whilst water sprayed upon their heads and dribbled down their bodies, Kameron alternated between sucking on her tongue, tickling it, tip to tip, or caressing her lips with his. The passion of their kiss threatened to burn them whole, and no matter how much water poured onto them, that fire would not be doused.

Kameron’s hands dipped down to Mia’s thighs, only to slide back up to her rear. He helped himself to two handfuls of her tight, round ass. Fingers squeezed her flesh, and his hands pulled on her so much that he lifted her wet toes off the floor and out of the thin layer of water that flowed toward the drain. She was more than welcome to hug his torso with her legs, and even though they were slippery, he’d have no problem holding her up. Whether she leg-hugged him or not, his pillar of flesh became trapped between her body and his. Already, it felt like steel sheathed in hot flesh. He rubbed it against her tummy, and felt her navel ring rub against its smooth, veiny underside. He rubbed it against her sex, that action a wordless promise that he’d shove every inch of that beefy length inside of her, soon. The more she ground on him, the longer they kissed, the harder he became.

Mia used her hands all over him, and she writhed upon him in such a wanton way. It made him shudder. Their mouths separated, abruptly, when they both had to gasp for air. After he filled his lungs, he decided to taste other parts of her body. Her lips and tongue were so delicious, but so was every other part of her body—it was such a challenge to decide what to taste next!

Following his instincts, he let his mouth descend to her neck. Using either his teeth or his lips (mostly his teeth), he nipped on her neck for several sensual seconds. Grasping her jaw, gingerly, he tipped her head up to make room for his tongue to be dragged from one side of her neck to the other. “Nnyaaghh…” The sound he made conveyed how much she thrilled his senses. He lapped the water off the other side of her neck before nipping and slurping on it; he nipped and slurped on her shoulder, too.

Mia’s feet touched the shower floor once more. He nudged her back and backside against the glass wall, which was fogged up due to a combination of steamy water and steamy foreplay. Kameron took one of her hands and guided it to his shaft. It was so huge, and it was a shade darker than the rest of his body. It already throbbed so powerfully, and once she touched it, it throbbed even more, splaying her fingers.

“Hmph! Oh yeah...feel how hard I am for you, baby?” Kameron whispered in her ear before he licked the inside of it. Since his nostrils were in her wet hair, he helped himself to a whiff of her. She smelled as divine as she felt and tasted...everything about her was divine.

Kameron trapped her between the glass and his hefty frame. Mia not only felt his hot flesh pressing upon her from the front, she also felt the glass—which was much cooler by comparison despite being steamed up—against her tushy, squishing it. She had nowhere to go.

“You want my meat inside of you, huh?” He shivered as he whispered, and the shiver would intensify if Mia began to jack him off.

Kameron cupped Mia’s mound with his right hand. He gave it a massage that started softly but became more wicked as time went on. Little by little, he applied more and more pressure with his fingers. Now and then, he’d pause the massage in order to trace her cleft with the tip of a finger. Then he’d massage her again. Before long, he curled a finger inside of her, and with that finger he stimulated the front wall of her vagina.

Kameron kissed her, deep and hungry. He moaned into her mouth. While they kissed, they pleasured each other with their hands. He indicated he was in a hurry earlier, but clearly any thought of hurrying had flown right out the window. There was no such thing as hurrying when it came to indulging in Mia.

 

[SongstressWithAPen]

~Having a man in her shower was a first for Mia. She had showered with lovers before, just not in her shower, and definitely not with a guy as hot as Kameron. The man didn't have to be pressed up against her to feel his presence. Even with the hot water pelting her skin and the warm steam swirling around, she felt his body-heat. She also felt his intense stare while she had her back to him, but felt nearly gutted when she turned around to catch a glimpse of his face.

Kam looked like a man starved, and her knees nearly buckled. She had no idea how she was able to move to meet him half-way. When they did touch, when Kam pulled her body closer to his, it took everything she had not to melt into a puddle of arousal. They kissed, expressing the desire they felt this morning, and it was a good thing he wrapped his arms around her and grasped her ass. Mia's knees would have given out, otherwise.

Slick, yet strong legs did wrap themselves around his waist when her toes left the floor. Kam had big hands and a good grip, so she wasn't worried that he would drop her. Whether wet from her own arousal, the shower water, or both, her pussy slid against the underside of his cock. Mia broke away from the seal of his lips to direct a moan into the air. His shaft had split her sex-lips apart so her clit rubbed wonderfully up and down the length of him, mimicking what she already so desperately wanted, and sending sparks of pleasure rushing through her.

For several long, sizzling moments, their kisses became more intense, deeper as their bodies ground together wetly. Mia could feel his shaft harden further, which was a surprise because he already felt hard as steel. She humped him as his lips and teeth marked her neck. With breathy laughs, she let her head fall back, offering her entire neck and throat for his exploration. "Nnngh...yesss..." The sharp nip or scrape of his teeth against her skin had her squirming. Fingers speared through his hair near the nape of his neck to push his head closer. If the sting of his teeth was particularly good, her nails would dig into his scalp.

He would feel the vibrations of her moans in her throat while his tongue licked and lapped at those spots. Water sprayed Mia in the face since her head was thrown back, but she didn't care. Kam was there to lick up any water that dripped past her chin. Her skin would bear marks of his loving for most of the day, which she would wear proudly. Too bad they likely wouldn't last until their date tonight. Oh, well. He could just make more tonight.

Mia felt her feet touch the floor right before his body bumped to press her against the glass wall of her shower. It wouldn't take much force since she wasn't expecting it, and his body was much bigger and heavier than hers. The contrast of the cool glass and his hot body was thrilling to her already overwhelmed senses. So was the feeling of being trapped against him with nowhere to go. She bit her lower lip, muffling her groan when he grabbed her hand to place it around his thick length.

Her head thudded wetly against the glass, and her eyes closed when he whispered hotly in her ear about how hard she made him. She squeezed as much of his girth she could wrap her fingers around in response to the lick to her ear. "So hard....feels so good..."

Slowly, she began to slide her hand up and down his entire length. When she reached the tip, her palm surrounded him, squeezing before her hand slowly slid back down. But not before her thumb swiped his head, possibly gathering a drop of his semen in the process. Her grip was sure, her glide smooth as she stroked him slowly. With Kam pressing her into the glass, he would feel her shudder when he asked if she wanted him inside of her. "Hell yes....I can't wait for you to fuck me. Hard." Her response was rasped out.

A wet forehead would fall to rest on his chest when his hand came into contact with her pussy. Her panting breath rushed out to heat the wet, tattooed skin of the right side of his chest. The more intense and thorough his exploration, the more firmly she gripped his shaft. For a while, she had adopted a pretty steady rhythm. That changed when he inserted a thick finger inside of her. Mia's rhythm faltered as it curled. Though it became uneven, though it may have quickened, her slick hand still moved with lustful purpose. She desperately wanted him to feel as good as he made her feel.

Kameron took her mouth again. They moaned into each other's mouths as their tongues lashed together. The movement of her hand around his cock quickened. Her stroke didn't span his entire length, at least not consistently. At times, her hand moved down from his head to the middle of his meat, squeezed, then stroked back up. Other times, her hand slid all the way down to the base of his cock, then moved up to the middle.

Her other hand continuously moved around his body. It started at his lower back, fingers stroking his slick skin. They descended to his ass, clutching and feeling him up, since she hadn't yet had the pleasure. At one point, she gripped his hip, nails digging in when the finger inside of her hit a particularly pleasurable spot. Then, her hand drifted up the front of his body. Up his abs, over his pec, up his shoulder, and around his neck to hold on as her own body began to ride his finger.

The longer his finger dove in and out, rubbing spots that made her dizzy, the higher she climbed. If he added another finger, Mia would abruptly pull away from his lips, throw her head back, and groan to the ceiling. Mouth open, eyes closed, her body rocked sensually against his hand. Since he pressed her against the glass, she didn't have much room to move, so her rocking motions were limited. With her back arched, her breasts, still dripping with water, pressed enticingly against his chest.

Panting, groaning, and gasping, she continued to use her hand on him. Though, her movements were jerky because she was nearing her climax. He continued to use his fingers on her to devastating effect. Soon, they would bring each other mutual satisfaction.~

 

[BewareTheDream]

Because Kameron was focused on Mia and nothing else, he did not notice that there was an entertainment screen on the back wall of her shower. The screen could not only play music and video, it also had a camera, which is what she used to record that brief yet enticing video she emailed him yesterday.

The camera would come into play later.

For now, Kameron was only aware of Mia’s fingers on his phallus, his own fingers on her snatch, and the intense pleasure they exchanged under the water and within the steam. He continued to groan into their kiss, and he also continued to pulsate in her grasp. The more intently she jerked him, the louder and stiffer he became.

When she palmed his cockhead, it ballooned; grunting, he rocked his hips forward, pushing the tip into her palm. When she rubbed her thumb around it, she could feel the thick droplets of precum that dribbled from the slit. And when she resumed pumping his shaft, he had to tear his mouth off hers, struggle for breath, and say, “Oh yeah! Oh yeah...yer gonna make me cum!” If her goal was to make Kameron feel good, then every sound that he made, every shuddering muscle, and every reaction from his cock made it abundantly clear that her mission was accomplished. And yet they still had more to do to each other.

Kameron’s thick middle finger had been stroking up and down her cleft, spreading her lips apart and teasing the pink just beneath the surface. What that finger did was pretty similar to what his dick did earlier, when he had his hands under her ass, she had her legs around his waist, and they both ground against each other, desperately. His finger could not help but stroke up to her clit; to celebrate their reunion, it tickled the underside of her pearl, and then ran tight, little circles around its tip. After a while, a second finger got added to the first, and both of them rubbed sensual circles around her pearl and its hood. Soon after that, he slipped one finger inside of her...

Mia told him that she couldn’t wait for him to fuck her hard. Her admission was the reason behind one of his cock throbs...one throb out of so many.

Up above, Kameron helped himself to another taste of Mia, only this time he targeted her breasts. With the hand that wasn’t busy with her cunt, he grasped a boob and lifted it up. Tongue extended, he licked the water droplets off her succulent flesh. “Mmm...Nnngh…” Licking wasn’t enough, though, so he sucked on her, too. He did this for one tit, then the other. Trying to get all the water off was a futile effort, for no matter how diligently and thoroughly he worked with his lips and tongue, more and more water shot from the nozzle and onto her. That was more than fine by him, though; he’d keep trying, anyway.

At one point, he spread his lips wide and affixed them to the peak of one of her breasts. The tip of his tongue lashed at her nipple and swirled around her areola for a while before he gave her peak a hearty suck.

But then he stopped. Without any warning, Kameron’s mouth popped off her soaked tit and he stopped what he was doing between her especially soaked thighs. He tried to kept his finger inside her—tried to keep it nestled between her pretty, pink walls—but the erotic bliss Mia made him feel was too intense. He snatched his hand away from her, he leaned back, thrust his hips toward her, and stared between their bodies. In Mia’s grip, his cock throbbed with alarming potency.

“Nnugh! Oh Mia! Oh God! I’m gonna cum! Hnngh...!” Eyes wide, cock heaving, he exploded. Thick, sticky ropes sprayed all over Mia’s tummy, thighs, and mound, as well as against the glass on either side of her or between her legs. “I’m cuummiing!” As long as she continued to pump, he’d continue to splatter her in white until his sack was completely drained.

Sucking in air and exhaling loud moans, he lurched toward her, pinning her to the steamed-up glass once more. More importantly, his hand returned to her cunt. Two fingers spread open her petals, felt around for the entrance, and then slid in. The duo of digits pumped in and out, in and out, curling as they did so he could apply sweet, constant pressure to the front wall.

He was delirious thanks to her. But even in this state, he had enough presence of mind to want Mia to cum, too. With his gaze aimed down, he watched what he did to her with his hand and what she did to him with her hand. There were a few final spouts of cum that splashed upon her sun-kissed, shower-soaked skin. His goal was to make her cum before she milked the last drop from him.

 

[SongstressWithAPen]

~Because Mia was so focused on Kameron and their mutual pleasure, she completely forgot about her shower entertainment system. How she would have loved to catch his reactions as she jerked him off. How she would have loved to watch her own reactions as he fingered her. See how they looked together as they made out, or how it looked as she rode and ground upon the underside of his cock while he had held her with her legs around his waist. It was a missed opportunity, but something that wouldn't happen again. At least, once the subject of a camera was brought up.

Now, Mia was more focused on how fucking good it felt to have his fingers swirling around her clit. The tight little circles he made with one, then two fingers had Mia dizzy. All too soon, Kameron changed things up and inserted a thick finger inside of her. His mouth fell to her breasts, and while he sucked and slurped as much water as he could from her generous mounds, Mia rode his finger. Pressed up against the glass, Mia had one hand wrapped around his cock, and the other pressing against the back of his head to urge him closer. Her head rested against the glass, chin tilted to the ceiling, her outcries directed upwards. Mia's back arched, bringing her breasts closer to his talented tongue, especially when he began to suck on and lash at her tits. Her hips moved as she fucked his hand just as he fucked hers.

Suddenly, Kameron stopped what he was doing between her legs and at her breasts. Her own eyes opened in realization that he was going to cum. More than anything, it was his voice, warning her that he was about to explode. And God, did he ever. Mia could feel his cock harden even more within her hand before it began pumping like crazy, releasing those jets of white all over her body and her hand. It was so freaking hot to see. Almond-shaped eyes alternated between watching his physical reaction and watching the spurting head of his dick.

His gaze was directed between them, to watch as her hand continued it's erotic journey up and down the length of him. Mia didn't stop stroking. In fact, her hand was constantly moving now, her grip tight as she literally tried to squeeze the cum out of him. As she continued to stroke, finding the fact that he couldn't help but watch so arousing, she whispered in silky tones. "That's right, Kam....cum all over me...keep going...mmmm...I love having your cock in my hand....feeling it pump just for me..."

Her own eyes went wide when she felt his fingers at her entrance moments before they slipped inside. "Kam!" Hips jerked against his hand at the combined shock and pleasure of having not one, but two of his thick fingers inside of her. The inside of her pussy was soaked, for not only had their make-out session and foreplay turned her on, watching him cum by her hand had affected her profoundly. As he continued spurting from the stroke of her hand, she began moving with the pumping of his. He curled his fingers, finding that spot that drove her wild. Sadly, not many had found that particular spot before. Kam not only found it their first night together, he continued to exploit it.

Half out of her mind before he fingered her, it would take maybe three, four strokes of those curled fingers for Mia to shout her orgasm into the steamy air. Unlike Kam, Mia closed her eyes and directed her scream upwards. Bucking against his hand, her sensitive walls squeezed and sucked at his fingers. They were rewarded with a flood of honey. When he eventually pulled them out of her, they would be sticky with her cream. Mia's hand released his cock so both of her hands could rise to grip hard at his shoulders.

The wave of her orgasm eventually subsided, leaving her panting. Kam still had her deliciously trapped between the glass and his unbelievably extraordinary body. Their morning hand-jobs had certainly been a spectacular start to their shower, but Mia had a feeling that this was only the beginning. A warm-up for the main event. Hands unfurled themselves from his shoulders to wrap around his neck. Mind still hazy from her release, she leaned into him, closing mere millimeters of space between them. Breasts wet from a combination of the shower spray and his saliva pressed into him as her mouth began suckling a path up from his collar bone.

Like Kam, Mia licked and slurped as much of the water as she could from his skin. And his skin tasted delicious. She sucked at certain spots, leaving red marks in her wake. Again, she had to stand on her tip-toes to reach the spot she wanted; this time his his Adam's apple. Lips lapped at the lump before they sucked until a mark appeared. Then lips moved up his chin, his beard hair tickling before she nipped playfully. Her voice sounded like a combination of a whisper and a purr, her breath blowing against his lips, since that was her next destination. "What do you suggest we do now, hmmm? I can think of at least thr-"

Before she could get the rest of her statement out, a beeping sound interrupted her. It wasn't so loud as to cause alarm, it was just sort of annoying. Mia turned her head to the back wall where a message was splayed on the screen. Would you like to continue recording? Mia must've forgotten to shut the video camera app down after shooting her shower video yesterday. She downloaded the video to her phone, and walked away. Since she didn't use the video app much in her shower, it had slipped her mind.

When she looked at Kameron, she didn't have a look of confusion or embarrassment upon her features, she had a look of interested curiosity, with one sculpted chestnut-colored brow raised in question. Would they like to continue recording?~

 

[BewareTheDream]

Minutes ago, Mia told him that she loved having his cock in her hand, pumping just for her.

“Just for you...just for you...” Kameron whispered this mantra as he slumped against her and the glass. His fingers were still inside her, but they ceased doing much of anything after her climax eased away, after she stopped fucking his hand. He spread the two digits apart and gave her velveteen depths one final stroke before slipping them out. They were coated in her honey, of course. Before the shower had a chance to wash it away, he lifted his fingers to his mouth in order to lick them clean.

“Mrrmm…”

Meanwhile, Mia encircled his neck with her sculpted arms, stood on her little, wet toes, and played her mouth upon his collarbone, then his neck, then his jaw. Kameron’s towering form shivered due to a combination of what Mia did to him now and the residual delight of what she did to him before. Eyes closed and still gasping for air, he had a tough time gathering his wits after yet another soul-shocking release. Mia’s sweet, continued assault on his senses didn’t make the gathering of his wits any easier.

Somewhere in the back of his head, a voice was telling him that he had to get back to work, or at the very least get out of the shower. That voice was lost like a whimper in a cave. In another part of his mind, a voice warned him that Mia had more than his dick in her grip. That voice was ignored, too, but it would probably come back to haunt him later. Instead of heeding any of these inner warnings, Kameron continued to bask in the sensations Mia created. He tipped his head back so she had enough room to do whatever she wanted to his neck or jaw.

Mia said something, but he didn’t hear all of it. It sounded like a question. Thinking’s hard right now. Try again later. Blood had been rushing in his ears since his orgasm, so his hearing was a little off. For the most part, the only thing he could hear was water spouting from the nozzle above and splishing below. He thought he heard a beeping. I came so hard it's making me hear things.

It took him a while, but his breathing eventually calmed down, he regained control of his body and his senses, and he realized that the beeping wasn’t in his head, but coming from the shower’s back wall. “Hm?” After wiping some water from his eyelids, he turned toward the sound of the beeping. That was when he first noticed Mia’s entertainment system.

“Would you like to continue recording?” was written on the screen. In his current state, his thoughts didn’t race as they usually did; no, they meandered along at a turtle’s pace, so it took him a few seconds to understand what was happening. Even when he did, he didn’t get it right.

She’s been recording us! She must’ve started the recording before I got into the shower! How did she know I love this shit?! Just like that, his thoughts began to race again. Just like that, his exhausted cock began to reawaken.

A grin of promised sin slowly spread across his bearded face. He looked Mia in the eyes. “You want something to watch later, huh?” Grabbing both sides of her neck, he lowered his face to hers and covered her mouth with his. Their newest kiss was brief, yet it was more than enough to convey how excited Kameron was about this latest development. Earlier, Mia had felt his spent cock soften in between her fingers, but now she felt it reinvigorated and once again prodding the front of her body.

The kiss ended with a gasp. Large hands went to her upper arms or her hips to spin her around. Mia’s breasts got squished against the water-speckled glass. And Kameron spanked her on camera, not just once, but twice in rapid succession. “I’ll give you something to watch!”

The bottom side of his massive slab slumped upon the cleft between her butt cheeks. For several seconds, Kameron ground his meat against her ass. He leaned his torso back and thrust his pelvis forward as he did this, so the camera got a nice, unobstructed view of his cock slipping and sliding against Mia’s perfect, round rump. He grabbed her upper arms and held onto them, forcing her to arch her back and rub her tits against the wall even more. The slightest of squeaking sounds was created by the friction between her flesh and the glass.

Using his knee, he made Mia spread her legs further apart. “Tell me how much you want my cock!” he demanded. Releasing one of her arms, he took his shaft in his hand instead and maneuvered it beneath her butt and between her legs. The turgid tip caressed her nether lips, pushed them apart, and then ventured into her love canal. “Ungh!” Opening her up wide, Kameron thrusted more than half of his fat rod into her luscious body before drawing himself out to the tip...then he proceeded to drill her from behind.

“Ragh! Ungh! Ragh! Ragh!” He sounded like a beast, and he fucked her like a beast, too. All of it was recorded for their future viewing pleasure.

 

[SongstressWithAPen]

~Even now, minutes after he spoke them, Kameron's whispered words still reverberated inside of her head. 'Just for you...' It was a powerful statement, considering the man who said it and the possible intent behind it. Especially since Mia was weirdly feeling the exact same way. This connection felt stronger now than it had last night. And Mia didn't think it was just going to disappear. They were both in trouble. There was no time to think on it now, not only because her mind was still fuzzy from her orgasm - hell, her whole experience with Kam, but he also began to lick his fingers of her cream.

To show how much she loved watching him do such naughty things, she began to orally stimulate his collar-bone, his neck, his chin. She could feel this big, strong man shiver from her kisses, and felt all the more powerful because of it. After teasing him with kisses, she began to ask what he had in mind next, when the beeping of the video app on her entertainment screen grabbed her attention.

Mia turned to consult Kameron, but it took him a couple of long moments to answer. She became ensnared by his gaze. He was so incredibly good-looking, it was shocking. But he also looked dazed. Mia was sure that same look was reflected in her own eyes. Finally, he turned to the back wall to read the message beeping on the screen.

His body language is what answered her unasked question. Maybe his body tensed for just a second as he read the screen. Maybe his cock began to stir against her body immediately after the words on the screen sank in. Whatever it was that confirmed his answer, Mia smiled knowingly before she side-stepped to the screen to press the Continue button. Once she confirmed the recording, the beeping stopped, and a little red light appeared on the wall above their heads. She didn't tell him this at the time, but there was a way to watch themselves on the screen. She wanted to save that little surprise for another time.

By the time Mia stepped close to him again, the look on his face changed to one of sinful promise. Immediately, her heart began to race and her knees felt weak. He was absolute kryptonite to her senses. "Of course I want to watch this later....we're remarkable together. I'm soaked just thinking about it." The last was rasped out since his head was already lowering to kiss her. By the way she reacted, he would gather that she didn't just happen to know about his particular proclivity, she got turned on by it, as well.

The kiss was fleeting, but just as devastating as any of his other kisses. Her gasp followed his as she was spun around so the front of her body pressed against the glass. It wasn't as cold as it had been when the back of her body had originally touched, but it was still cooler than the steamy air around them, and significantly cooler than his body. It sent a shiver of anticipation through her.

The slaps to her ass stung deliciously, especially since it was wet from shower water. Mia wasn't expecting it. She threw her head back, wet hair flying, before it slapped against her back to stick in all kinds of different places. Kam probably wouldn't see it now, but he would definitely catch her depraved smile in response to the sting of his hand in the video, whenever they decided to watch it. What he would catch, was her gutteral moan as it echoed throughout the shower. That was loud and clear.

A gasp could be heard when she felt his shaft begin to slide and grind against her ass-cheeks. The thought of anal had already crossed her mind once in the short time they had intimately known each other. Kam physically alluded to the possibility again in the shower. Mia pressed her hands flat against the glass as she brazenly pushed her butt closer to his cock. "Mmm..." Their bodies wiggled and squirmed like this until Kam grabbed ahold of her arms to pull her back just a little.

The action did arch her back. Only the peaks of her breasts now rubbed against the glass, sharp jolts of sensation zipping through her as her nipples continuously slid. She felt Kam kick her legs apart to spread them before he released one of her arms from his iron grip. That hand slapped against the glass, her voice broken as she tried to choke out and answer to his demand. "God...I neeeed your cock, Kameron.... please..." Squirming, desperately seeking his shaft, he nearly had her begging for it. Mia never begged for anything.

Once he thrust half of his thick length inside of her, Mia yelled to the ceiling. Immediately after, her forehead thunked against the glass. Kameron spread her delightfully wide, which short-circuited her brain. Fingers curled and slid on the glass, making more squeeky noises. Her breath rushed out unevenly, steaming the glass right in front of her mouth.

Just as quickly as he thrust himself inside, Kam pulled out so just that fat tip was inside of her, then started all over again. Their bodies, wet from a combination of the shower spray and their arousal slapped crudely. Kam felt even better thrusting in and out of her now than he did last night. How was that possible? Mind-blowing sensation slammed through her each time he slammed into her.

"Fuck me, Kameron....God, yes....fuck me!" Whether he released it, or it slid out of his grip, Mia's other arm was freed so her other hand could slap against the glass. Her forehead rested in between her hands. Mia used her hands to push her body back so their bodies could slap sharply. Each time their bodies connected, her breasts jiggled, and she grunted. The longer he fucked her, the longer his thick meat spread her wide, the higher her outcries rose in pitch.

It felt incredible, he felt divine. Knowing that this was being recorded aroused her even more. They were currently fucking, and she couldn't wait to fuck him again. And again. She couldn't wait to figure out how to record it the next time. And she definitely couldn't wait to watch them together.~

 

[BewareTheDream]

Kameron was driven into a fuck frenzy for multiple reasons.

One reason was Mia, of course, who was hotter than he thought a woman could possibly be. He couldn’t believe how much heat they generated between them and how much pleasure they shared. Even though she had just milked him dry, his desire for her did not ebb one bit. It continued to overwhelm him. And even though she had exhausted him, his phallus recovered in record time, allowing him to fuck her for the first time today.

Oh God, I’d fuck her forever, if I could!

Another reason was the way Mia begged for his cock (or how he thought he heard her beg for his cock). He loved it when women begged, and he especially loved hearing it from her. Sure, her body had begged for his beef before, like when she squirmed moments before he pushed it in and proceeded to pound her against the glass. He also thought he had heard pleading in some of her moans, some of her squeals, and some of her howls (every sound she made was sexy as fuck, by the way). But to hear her beg for the first time made his engine rev even more powerfully than before. They both reaped the rewards of his revved up engine as he drove it into and out of her with brutal force.

Then there was the camera. What a wonderful surprise! The thought of being able to watch how they fucked made him plow her that much more intensely. He wasn’t thinking about it now, but sometime later, when things cooled down and his head was on straight, he’d browse through her saved recordings to see if there were any of her fucking other men.

Now, though, the only thing on Kameron’s lust-riddled mind was Mia and how much he desired to make her cum all over his pole again, this time on camera. He did let go of her arms so she could slap her palms and splay her fingers upon the shower glass. His hands went to her hips so he could yank her lower body back each time he rocked his cock forward. The collision of their sexes was too sweet for words. And the squelching sound they made was so nasty. The shower was not only filled with steam and water, it was also filled with the sounds of their squelching sexes, the smacking of his pelvis against her ass and the front of his thighs against the back of hers, as well as their outcries.

“Fuck, Mia!” Growling and panting, Kameron flung his head back, which caused water to arc off his wet hair. He pried his eyes open and looked down so he could see his thickness piston in and out of her...in and out, in and out, so beautifully. “Your pussy’s so hot, I can’t believe it! Unnngh ungh ungh!” Not only was her secret pink unbelievably hot, it was unbelievably wet and smooth, too. And the way it clenched him was like no other. There was a crazy, delirious smile on his face that Mia couldn’t see, but she’d both be able to spot it when they reviewed their footage later.

Slap! Slap! Slap! Kameron didn’t need to spank her ass with his hands, for his pelvis did all the spanking necessary. Thus, his hands were free to roam her body. He moved one hand from her hip to her shoulder. Soon after, both hands gripped her shoulders. Their purpose remained the same as before: to pull her back whenever he thrust.

At one point, he wrapped his fingers around her neck and squeezed, just a little. On camera, it looked like he was choking her, but the pressure he applied wasn’t enough to stop her from sucking in air or making all those sexy noises.

From her neck, one of his hands went to her face. For a moment or two, he grasped her jaw. Then his fingertips—which were calloused and also wrinkled because of the extended shower time—toyed with her lips. He stuck his middle finger inside of her mouth, inviting her to suck on it. It was the same hand he had used on her cunt. Although he had sucked her juices off it earlier, and although there had been plenty of time for the water to wash what was left away, maybe she could still taste a bit of herself. If not, then she tasted nothing but Kameron’s wet skin.

That finger was soon removed, and that hand left her face. He gathered Mia’s long, slick, chestnut hair in his wide palm, closed his fingers around it, and pulled. Somehow, he knew just how hard to pull on it as he fucked her. He had demonstrated this fact last night in the foyer, and he did so again here and now.

Kameron’s gaze dropped to Mia’s ass, where it became affixed. As fit as she was, as firm as her flesh was, she still jiggled in all the right ways, in all the right places. Kameron’s eyes grew wide, that weird grin disappeared when his jaw went slack, and his gasping breaths and throaty moans burst from his wide open mouth as he continued to fuck her, continued to shove her against the wall, and continued to make her tits squeak against the slick, foggy glass. He stopped pulling on her hair and returned to pulling on her shoulders in order to get an unobstructed view of her shaking buttocks.

He’d be able to fuck her for a while, because even though his member was swelling as much as it ever had, his balls were empty. Even though Mia and her magical muff bombarded him with some of the greatest sensations he’d ever felt, it would still be a little while before he could physically cum again. He exploited this extra time to devastating effect.

Eventually, Mia would cum. The glorious sensation of her womanly flesh convulsing around his rod would once again be seared into his mind. And this time, it would also be captured on video. “Hunngh!” If Kameron’s ball sack had been full, he would have cum with her. Instead, he would keep on going.

In the midst of her climax, he’d grab the inside of both of her thighs, drag her back toward the tiled seat beneath the shower head, have a seat, and make her sit on his big, brown balls. The camera would thus get a straight shot of Mia’s breast bouncing while she bounced on his thick, rigid dick, aided by the huge hands on her sides. It would also get a straight shot of her face as it was contorted in ecstasy. The footage would be heavenly because the subject was heavenly.

 

[SongstressWithAPen]

~The sounds that echoed within the walls of the shower were loud, and it didn't just consist of their outcries. Mia hoped to hell the slapping, the squelching of their bodies, even the squeaking of her body against the glass would be caught by the audio recorder of her video app. The sounds she heard in real-time aroused the hell out of her. She knew that watching it back would be incredible.

Kameron had his hands on her hips, pulling her back so their crashing bodies would aid in their pleasure. His cock pistoned in and out of her, rubbing and caressing her inner-walls in ways they had never been stimulated until him. He was so thick that she felt there was no way he could fit himself all the way inside. Each and every time, he did, and it was phenomenal. It's like he was meant to fuck her.

Eyes closed to the euphoria of their fucking, she felt long, strong fingers wrap around her throat and squeeze. Mia's pussy immediately contracted around his cock. She sucked in a sharp breath before he would hear and feel her hiss, "Yessss....." If he didn't read from how her body reacted that she loved what he had just done, the acknowledgement from her lips would be enough. The camera would catch her wicked smile. Kameron would feel how she pushed into his fingers, just a little.

It took some serious trust to be comfortable enough with someone to successfully pull off certain aspects of the sex Mia enjoyed. Perhaps it was premature, but she already trusted that Kameron would not ever physically harm her in any way. And she already inherently knew that if she ever asked him to stop doing something, he would, immediately. Right now, Mia wanted him to do anything and everything.

Too soon, his fingers moved away from her neck so one or two of those digits could tease and tickle her plump lips. She would groan as her lip was curled outward, then snapped back into place when Kam inserted his middle finger inside. With enthusiasm, her lips surrounded him, sucking as she had on his cock last night. Mia tasted several things including: the shower water, his skin, and a hint of her own arousal. He would feel the vibrations of her moans as well as the lash of her tongue as she greedily, and quite easily sucked his finger all the way inside of her mouth.

It was obvious that Mia enjoyed being manhandled. From the hard fucking, to the fingers around her throat, to the slaps to her ass, to the sting of her hair getting pulled. Kameron either enjoyed doling it out as much as she enjoyed having it done to her, or he was incredibly intuitive to what got her off. Either way, when she felt the sting of her drenched locks in his iron grip, snapping her head back, she would direct a scream of surrender to the ceiling. All of it - his thick meat, the slapping of their bodies, the fingers around her neck, the sheer ecstasy he made her feel through all of it sent her over the edge once more.

Still shoved against the glass shower wall, her entire body began to wiggle, undulate, and shake. As her sex convulsed around and creamed his embedded cock, her hips had enough room to rock and buck against his. Nails would've dug into the glass if they could. Instead, her fingers curled inward, making the glass squeak as her knuckles turned white. Her head fell forward when he let go of her hair, forehead thudding against the glass.

He continued fucking her throughout her orgasm, drawing out her pleasure in a dizzying way, causing her to crave more. Mia began to whimper, her chest heaving as she now leaned against the glass for support. The only moving she did was completely out of her control. Luckily, he had another position for them to try. Got them there while her body still recovered, shook, and trembled from the heights he took her to.

All the jostling made it very clear that Kameron was still hard as a rock. Never fear, Mia would make it her mission to make him cum again. Plenty of time had passed for Kam's stock to replinish. His giant dick just needed a nudge. Sitting on his dick, in his lap was perfect. It would be like giving him a lap dance, with his dick inside of her instead of against her. Plus, she still owed him a private dance. This one, however, was a bonus.

Smiling wickedly toward the camera, she wrapped one arm around his neck, while she placed the other hand high on his thigh for support. Since she was sitting on him, and her height would not allow her to touch the floor, her feet curled themselves around the backs of his calves. They sat mostly behind the spray of the shower heads. What did hit her, sluiced down the front of her body. It was like they were behind a waterfall. The amount of water did not hinder what the camera was able to record, however. When they watched the video, what they did would be more than clear enough.

A heavy head of wet hair rested against his shoulder before she turned her face inward. Using the flat of her tongue, she licked from the base of his wet neck, up to his ear. Their bodies were still moving, his phallus still sliding inside her creamy depths. But Mia had slowed them down, her body moving sensually on top of and against his. She was still feeling the shockwaves of her climax and used it in how she rode him.

Mouth hovering right below his ear, she whispered temptingly inside. The accoustics of the shower would help the camera pick up what she said. "I don't know how you do it....but you fucking drive me wild, Kameron. Ungh....your cock makes me see stars. Do you feel how creamy and wet my pussy is? How tightly I squeeze you when I cum? It's all. Because. Of you."

The entire time she spoke, her body undulated slowly. Mia used the arm at the back of his neck, her hand at his thigh, and her feet to keep the tempo. He was huge compared to her - so much stronger - yet she seemed to move against him, weave her web around him with ease. The camera would pick up how her back would arch, then bend as she fucked him so smoothly. As they moved a bit faster, maybe because Kam helped by using his hands on her hips, her neck strained forward so she could sink her teeth into the spot where his shoulder and neck met. It wasn't incredibly hard, but she used enough force to guarantee that he would feel it long after their shower.

How fast or slow they moved was all up to Kam now. She was the one playing with fire by teasing and talking dirty. However they fucked, she would likely cum, yet again. And love every single second.~

 

[BewareTheDream]

The sensation of Mia’s womanly flesh gripping and quaking around his rod whilst she climaxed was one of many things about her that Kameron would always desire. (Everything leading up to that was fun as all get out, too!) Even as she started to float back down from her latest sexual high, he wanted so much to fuck her more and make her cum all over again.

That’s what he had in mind when he dragged her with him to her shower seat, sat his butt down on the tiles, and moved her onto his lap. He had other ideas for what he’d do to her in this position, but those ideas flew right out the window and got lost in the Pacific when she began to work her rhythmic, writhing magic upon him.

“Ohhh FUCK!” he roared, his mouth by her ear. She’s dancing on my cock!

He shouldn’t have been surprised, and yet he was utterly shocked by how marvelous Mia’s lap dance was. She did this for a living, after all. Every muscle of her sin-sculpted body was a testament to how passionately she honed her craft, plus the practice pole in her living room was even more evidence. He should’ve known, beforehand, that her lap dances were out of this world. Now, he knew from experience.

But this was more than one of the lap dances she performed for customers in Misty’s. She danced with his bulging boner inside of her. her snatch squeezing it like a velvet vice. She turned him into her practice pole, and in that delicious moment, there was nothing else he wanted to be.

His tan hands gripped her sides but didn’t do much more than that...not at first. Much of his body was paralyzed by the rapture. His head sort of dangled to the side, which gave her plenty of room to deliver those sweet, backward licks and kisses to his neck or to his ear. The only parts of him that weren’t paralyzed at present were his pelvis, which he rocked to the rhythm of Mia’s pole dance out of instinct alone, and his member, which throbbed in silent gratitude for what she did to it. Actually, it wasn’t entirely silent; there were moist, little sounds that were made as her vagina slid up and down his length. If her lap dance was slow, those sounds would nearly get drowned out by the shower, and the camera’s advanced mic would barely pick it up. However, if her dance became quicker, rougher, then the slick sounds would get louder, plus the slapping of flesh upon flesh would get added to it. The camera would definitely pick that up.

The camera also caught all of their love noises, as well as the naughty things she whispered into Kameron’s ear. “Ungh!” he grunted through his wide-open mouth, some water dribbling from his beard. Mia had just talked about how wet her pussy was and how tight it was when it squeezed him, which was exactly what it was doing at that moment. He was so shocked, so enraptured by her, he couldn’t speak. All he could do was release noises from deep in his chest; in the absence of words, those noises told her how much he loved how she fucked him.

Although he was speechless, he stopped being mostly motionless. He rained kisses upon her shoulder and to her shoulder blades. His lips, then his tongue, pampered her skin, including the skin upon which her butterfly flew. In fact, he nibbled then sucked on her tattoo. Without interrupting her dance too much, he grasped her upper arm, tilted her forward, and dragged his tongue up and down the upper portion of her spine. His lips smacked upon her spine, too. When he moaned, she felt it against her backbone.

Both of his hands climbed up to her boobs. The camera had the best angle to record Kameron’s large hands getting filled by Mia’s luscious breasts. There was plenty of footage of her breasts jiggling during her pole dance, but now the footage would be of her flesh getting fondled and her titties getting tweaked. So wet they were wrinkled, Kameron’s fingertips ran tight, ticklish circles around her tits for a little while, and then he pinched them. He tweaked them. He made her boobs jiggle for the camera, which he would enjoy watching later.

He would enjoy watching this whole thing later.

“Mmngh!” He was in the middle of giving her neck a nibbling kiss when he gasped, and every muscle of his body began to flex out of his control. He let go of her breast, slumped back, and arched his back. His shoulders and his head slapped the slick tiles, and he kept groaning, louder and louder. The quaking of his cock told her that he was about to blow.

Speaking of which, that was something else that was recorded in ultra high-definition: Kameron’s beef slab stuffing Mia’s gorgeous cunt. There was a fat ridge along the underside of his especially fat phallus, and whenever Mia rocked her body up and then back down—down until she sat on his balls—the camera recorded how that ridge and the rest of his thickness disappeared within her. It was such a salacious sight.

But perhaps the best sight of all, the best sensation of all was Kameron cumming inside of her. “Mia! Here I cum! Meeeaaah!” His eyelids snapped open and he sat up straight again. There was a crazy look on his face that she wouldn’t see until she watched the video. He began to buck his pelvis beneath her, much rougher and much quicker than he had ever since they sat down. His hands were once again on her sides, one covering the words written over her ribs, and the fingers of both pushing against the bottom of her breasts. He lifted her up and dropped her down. Working in unison, his hands and his pelvis forced Mia to bounce on his thighs, bounce on his balls, and, most importantly, bounce on his dick.

Her secret pink was flooded with his boiling white. He screamed at the water cascading from the nozzle above them, until he aimed his face toward hers—which just so happened to be turned to the side—sealed his lips to hers, and kissed her. Their lips and tongues played while he gushed within her, more and more. It was a backwards kiss that gave both of their necks a little ache, but that ache was such a trivial price to pay for such exquisite tastes and feels.

Kameron was still in the middle of cumming—still soaring to a new meaning of bliss—when his body slumped again, only this time it was as though all the strength had been drained from him because Mia drained all the juice from his balls. His limbs were like jelly, splayed to the sides, unable to move. He couldn’t do anything except periodically convulse. The muscles at his core and around the base of his spewing dick were the parts that spasmed the most. He continued to spasm until the very last drop got milked out of him and into her womb, at which point he felt like his transformation to jelly was complete.

His jelly transformation, the extreme orgasm that caused it, and every second of shower enjoyment that preceded it were caught on video. The video would end shortly after that, though, because Kameron was sapped—much too sapped to continue performing in front of the camera and discovering new forms of ecstasy with Mia. Besides, in his exhausted state, the more work-oriented part of his brain was finally able to exert dominance over his libido and remind him that he was needed at the office.

I’ve got to get out of here before it gets to the point where I refuse to ever leave. He groaned out of a mix of lingering pleasure and resignation.

 

[SongstressWithAPen]

~From the onset she knew her 'lap dance fuck' idea was brilliant. Mia couldn't help but laugh through a moan when he all but screamed inside of her ear. His reaction was one of the hottest she had ever experienced. Though, thiswas the first time she had ever tried this sexual technique. And he was the best lay she had ever had, so those things might have also had something to do with it.

Mia wasn't unaffected. It felt overwhelmingly good to undulate in the same way she would on some customer's lap. Only this time, Kameron's spectacular shaft was inside of her, rubbing, and stroking every sensitive, secret spot inside of her. On top of that, the noises their bodies made as she danced on top of him in slow, smooth glides were lewd, salacious, and really, really sexy.

His lips eventually began to move upon her wet skin, adding yet another layer of sensation to the already wonderous moment they were experiencing. "Ungh...mmm..." was the response when she felt him nip, then suck upon her tattoo. It was on her back, in a place she couldn't see. But Mia knew exactly where her ink was. She loved that he knew where her ink was, too. As her hips continuously rocked, Kam tilted her forward to begin licking her spine. Mia shivered on top of him, and temporarily froze to immerse herself in the sensation of his tongue.

Immediately after he sat her back up, his large, skilled hands went to her breasts. Wet, calloused fingers fondled, tweaked, twisted her hard nipples. Mia groaned loudly while wriggling on top of him. Both of her arms were now behind her, her hands holding to the top of his thighs. It was easy to arch her back and move her body on top of him with a little more ferver.

She would have free reign when he arched his back, fell back against the tile wall, and began to flex underneath him. Using his thighs as a support, she pushed off to lift herself up, up, up his pole before slowly sliding all the way back down. When she sat on his balls, she circled her hips before starting all over again. The camera would catch most of his big cock when she lifted up off of him, all shimmery in her cream. Then, it would disappear inside of her, spreading her wide when she sank back down.

When he warned her he was about to cum, she groaned, straining to hold her own back. "Unnngh...." As he burst inside of her, his cock growing bigger while his semen pumped into her, Mia would throw her head back and cum with him. He bucked underneath her while she bounced on top of him, their bodies slapping once more, this time in a full-frontal view of the camera.

Orgasmic outcries were soon swallowed by his mouth when they met in a strained side-kiss. Mia continued to move and wiggle on him while her climax roared through her. Her body squeezed every bit of cum out of him, all while her own body experienced that all-consuming pleasure she would come to recognize that she could only get from being with Kameron.

It would all-too soon ebb, leaving them both weak, spent, and extremely sated. Mia sank against him as she attempted to gain her breath and her sanity. Kameron scrambled her brains until she forgot her own name. She trembled while she panted heavily, attempting to recapture her wits. Since she rested against his chest, his heaving breaths lifted her. Mia sat in his lap, listening to their breathing or the water rushing out of the three shower-heads until his breaths lifted her more evenly.

He moaned in a way that suggested he knew he had to go, but truly didn't want to. Mia could relate. In the back of her mind, she recalled that, before their shower, he was kind of in a rush to get to work. Hadn't he mentioned something about people nuking his phone? With more energy than she realized she had, Mia unwrapped her feet from around his calves, placed her hands back on his thighs, and lifted herself off of him with a most strenuous grunt. The move seperated their bodies, in which she had to vocally complain from the loss.

They made a mess, but it was easy to clean up since they were in the shower. Once she had steady legs beneath her, she moved through the spray to the back wall to stop the video. Turning, she walked back through the spray before bending to offer her hands to help him stand up, perhaps using a new nick-name when she spoke. "Let's get you to work, Mr. Real Estate." She probably wouldn't be much help since he was so big, but the gesture was sweet. Once he stood, they would use the time they had left to bathe each other.

While intimate, it didn't get engines revving. But only because their engines were dead for now. Mia still savored the opportunity to soap him up all over, running both her hands all over his chest, his arms, his back, his ass. She took her time, leaving nothing untouched, or unsudsy. Eyes greedily soaked up how his massive tattoo looked with soap bubbles running all over it. Hell, she loved looking at his entire body all soapy. She even had the pleasure of washing his dick. Flaccid, it was still hefty and thick, and felt much different in her hand than when it was erect. A flirtatious smile upon her lips, she teased, "I can't wait to do this again when you're not in a hurry."

They each washed their own hair, Mia lifting both arms to scrub so the shampoo cleaned all the thick tresses. The action also lifted her heavy breasts. When she rinsed her hair, she would close her eyes as she stepped into the spray, and sigh contentedly. While she rinsed, Kam would be responsible for cleaning his legs. Next time they showered together, she would suggest that she do the honors, simply so she could get on her knees before him.

It was his turn to wash her, and he would have just as much free reign on her body as she had on his. Not suprisingly, the water would eventually cool, signaling the end to their first shower experience together. The two towels would be on the counter across from the shower, where Mia had left them. They were big enough to dry even someone as bulky as Kameron, fluffy, and smelled fresh and clean. Their first night together was coming to an end.~