Page 59 of A Matter of Time
I shrugged. “I didn’t want you to feel embarrassed, so I lied. But that image was responsible for me having to wash my own sheets several times over the next few years.”
She dropped her head again, her shoulders shaking in laughter. “You’re ridiculous.”
We carried on as I touched and kissed every part of her, drawing a map of our entire relationship over the landscape of her body, until I finally got to her perfect pink pussy. “This is where my very best memories are from.”
“Like what?” she asked, shuddering as I brushed my fingers ever-so-lightly across her clit.
“Well, there was this one time you let me eat you out in an alley in downtown Houston.”
Her laughter had only started when I sucked her clit into my mouth, my fingers sliding inside her, and both the laughing and the talking abruptly stopped. Stroking her with my fingers, fucking her firmly with them while my tongue flicked across her clit as fast as I could, I worked her into a frenzy until she almost looked ready to beg, but that wasn’t what I wanted. Not that night.
Instead, I got to my knees and lined up my hard cock against her entrance, desperate to feel her from the inside again, at last, but just before I pushed in, Tonia interjected.
“Cam?” She sounded unsure, which stopped me in my tracks, though it nearly killed me to do it.
“Everything okay?”
She looked up at me curiously. “You’re not wearing a condom.”
She was absolutely right. “Is that a problem, Sugar?”
“It’s just… you’ve always worn one.”
It took all my strength not to move my hips, but I answered her anyway. “Well, knowing you, I’m pretty damn certain that you’ve got your birth control taken care of. Am I wrong about that?”
She shook her head. “You’re not wrong.”
“And you’d have told me if there was anything else to worry about, just like I would have told you.”
Those were valid reasons, but they weren’t the only reasons, and she didn’t miss that fact. “Those things were true when we were in high school too, but you always wore one.”
She had me there, so I told her the full truth, as I’d promised to do. “I wore one then because I didn’t want anything to mess up our future. But now, thisisour future. This is you and me, Sugar, and unless something goes terribly wrong, I don’t intend on being with anyone else ever again. So, unless you have any further objections, I’m going to fuck you now like I mean it.”
“You better, Cameron Bailey.”
With her smile of approval, I thrust into her, finally feeling her for the first time directly on my bare cock, and it felt even better than I could have imagined. It always felt good with her, but her slick wetness and damp heat directly against my skin had to be the best damn thing I’d ever felt.
I managed to make her come twice before I couldn’t wait any longer, quickening my pace until I was pistoning into her roughly, our skin slapping together as Tonia called out my name.
“Fuck… yes… you… urgh… shit.” I couldn’t put any words together, but she got the gist of it, and when she began to tighten around me again, my orgasm hit too, my cock pumping deep inside her, harder than I could ever remember coming before.
As I lay down beside her afterwards and she curled up against me, it truly felt like a new start. No matter how many memories we already had, there were still a hell of a lot left to make.
~Tonia~
Cam and I spent the whole weekend together, the first time we’d ever really been able to do that. When we were together in high school, our parents knew we were sleeping together; the secret an open one, tolerated but not encouraged. They expected Cam to go home for the night, just as his parents would send me away if we were at his house. Being together as fully independent adults was something new, and even something as mundane as making breakfast took on new possibilities when we were doing it together, arguing over which kinds of eggs were best and the right setting on the toaster to get the bread perfectly toasted.
We had gotten dressed, barely, with me in my nightgown and him wearing the baggiest pants I could find, which were still almost comically tight on him, and Cam’s body pressed against mine as I fried the bacon and poached the eggs, letting me feel just how hard he’d grown again. Reaching around me, he switched the stove off, and the food went cold while he bent me over the kitchen counter, giving in to the rising need consuming us both. When we were finally satisfied, we had to start making breakfast all over again.
During the day on Saturday, we went over to his apartment so he could pick up some clothes and toiletries since he didn’t plan on sleeping at his place again that night either. He told me he didn’t intend to spend another night away from me unless absolutely necessary, and I believed he meant it.
Our two buildings were only about a twenty-minute walk from each other, and I could hardly believe how close we had been to each other without knowing it. If we had run into each other on the street a year earlier, would our reconciliation have happened sooner? Or did it take that particular set of circumstances - working together, him showing up in Corpus Christi, the situation with Shawna and the scare with my dad’s health, Marley turning up to talk to me - to put us in the right frame of mind so that we were open to even considering it?
When I brought it up, Cam told me again that those kinds of thoughts were pointless. “The past is in the past. Let’s only look ahead, okay?”
We did a lot of that over the weekend too. He wanted to know all about my business, the margins I was making and my plans for future growth, and between rounds of lovemaking in the bedroom, the bathroom and the living room, we put together a new strategic plan for A Matter of Time, based on my ambitions and his financial know-how. He told me how impressed he’d been with what I’d done at Barnly Oil, and I believed he meant it. He wasn’t just buttering me up; he would tell me the truth, even when it didn’t come easy.
At least I could return the compliment, since he had truly impressed me with how well he was doing for himself. I always knew he would; that had never been in any doubt, but to see him living his dream both satisfied and inspired me. I was proud of him, simple as that.
