Page 24 of Mr. Blackwood

I covered her mouth before she could respond, and I licked around inside of it. Camilla’s hands gripped my shirt and freed the first few buttons. My free hand was all over her body, fingering her nipples, caressing her hips, sliding over her abdomen, and fucking her pussy.

“Jabari.” She moaned as her legs parted for me.

I slid my fingers easily in and out of her essence, loving the sound that her wet flesh made when my fingers invaded it. When I finally pulled them out, it was so that I could tip her head back. “Open,” I commanded. When she parted her lips, I poured some of my bourbon into my mouth. She swallowed and stared hungrily into my eyes.

“Good girl.”

I sucked her lips as I slid my fingers into her pussy again. Just before she came, I pulled back and took a few steps away from her.

“Please don’t stop,” she begged.

I seared her with my gaze before I walked in circles around her and took her in from head to toe.

She watched my move before she remarked, “I’m not cattle, Jabari.”

“No, but I’m gonna consume you like a piece of Wagyu beef. Before I do, I want to make sure that I appreciate every part of you, including the visual before I taste, tease, and torture you.”

She lifted an eyebrow, but she didn’t challenge me, and I loved that. I wasn’t up for the games that some people played when it came to kinky sex. I wasn’t really on a head trip either. You either like it, or you didn’t, and I loved everything kinky about my sex.

I set the glass on the table beside us before I grabbed Camilla by the throat and tongued her down. She moaned and finished unbuttoning the rest of my buttons on my shirt. I slid my hand between her thighs and pleasured her so much that she finally came on my fingers. I watched in fascination as her nipples seemed to tighten and pebbled even harder, and she struggled with her breathing before she crumpled before me.

I pushed her body back up and pinned her against the wall to prevent her from collapsing. I held my fingers to her lips.

“You want me to taste them?”

“If you won’t eat the meal, why should I?”

She eagerly sucked my fingers clean before I plunged them inside of her again to scoop more nectar. This time, she watched me feed myself and feast on her sweet essence. Her breathing grew heavy, and I could tell that she was being turned on again just by watching me suck her juices from my fingers.

I knelt before her. With one of her legs draped over my shoulder, I fastened my mouth to her flesh and greedily feasted on the meal I had hungered for all day. The meal we had earlier of veal, roasted potatoes, artichoke hearts, and corn before we visited the gardens paled in comparison to her taste. I savored her tangy flavor, and I could tell what she’d been doing in the bathroom. She tasted like a strawberry-vanilla mix, and I knew she’d washed up in anticipation of what I might do to her.

Camilla ground her hips and held my head in place. I gripped her hips and held her still so that I could indulge in her the way I wanted to. My tongue prodded deeper into her and slid across her walls. Her honey oozed onto my tongue, and she slid down the wall.

She was sleek and smooth, and her body was responsive to everything that I did. Camilla was vocal, and I wondered if she would be that same way in bed. I couldn’t wait to find out.

When she came again, I stood and carried her to the shower. We had exchanged the status of our STI report, and we were both clean.

“You’re involved with someone else?” I asked, kissing her.

“No. Yes. No.”

“Which one is it?” I asked.

“I’m not, but my ex returned, and we had a night.”

“Since I’ve been with you?”

“No. Before I met you.”

“You didn’t use protection with him?”

“I did, but the condom broke. I had a scare, and I went to check myself for STDs and pregnancy just to make sure that everything was okay. I’m clean; you know that.”

“What about him?” I asked as I stripped my clothes.

“What about him?” she repeated. She wrapped her arms around herself as she stood underneath the shower.

“Is he still in the picture?”