Page 40 of Drunk In Love

I ease up off her, unbuttoning my Oxford shirt and tossing it onto the floor as quickly as I can. Then with nimble, hurried fingers, I unbutton my pants and belt, removing every stitch of my clothing.

Kamaya’s eyes glide over the length of my body and her little inhalation only makes my erection harder.

“Now it’s your turn,” I say moving back to hover above her, but Kamaya quickly places a hand over my own at the side zip of her dress.

“Wait—” Kamaya says, stopping me from moving the zipper any lower.

“Have you changed your mind?” I ask. I’m hoping the answer is no, but I’ll ease up if she has decided she doesn’t want this or me anymore.

Kam bites her lower lip and looks away from me before speaking again. “I—it’s just there’s too many lights on, and I don’t feel comfortable taking my clothes off.”

Realization dawns on me why Kam is so hesitant. I hated that she felt that way. “I think you’re beautiful no matter what, Kam. Whether you’re fully made up like now or on the days when it’s just us working together and we’re in sweats. If you really want me to cut the lights off, I will.”

Kamaya meets my gaze again and eases her hand from the zipper slowly like she’s unsure of her next action. Then she sits up and begins pulling the zipper to the end. She slides the dress off her shoulder, leaving her bare to me from the waist up. Her breasts are firm and high, beckoning me towards her. Later, I’d reflect on what a gift it was to see my best friend in all her bare glory, but for now I couldn’t mess things up. I could tell Kam had reservations about revealing herself to me, but in this moment I needed to ease her mind of all that. Brush those insecurities away until all she could think about was us.

I lean back down over her and meld our mouths again. This time Kam’s whimper and shuddering beneath me has me so turned on I’m afraid I’m about to bust right here. Can’t have that. Not before I get chance to slide inside her.

I slip my free hand around her soft waist, my mouth never leaving hers, relying on my sense of touch until my fingertips find her nipple. I pinch the hardened flesh until I feel her squirming beneath me.

“Oh, Max,” she moans before moving her lips down my jawline and then to my neck. “ I can’t take it anymore, Max.”

I increase the pressure of my fingertips on both her tits, turning my head to meld our mouths together again, sucking on Kam’s tongue all the while. Her short breaths increase, and I can sense she’s getting closer.

Giving her body a break for now, I trail kisses down from her jawline to her neck, running my tongue where her shoulders and neck meet, then inching my way down to her tight breasts, so big they’re spilling out of my palms. I cup the globes and play with them, circling my thumbs on her pebbled nipples.

“Fuck, Max. Do it again,” Kamaya whimpers.

This time I replace my thumbs with my tongue, laving her tight peaks until her legs hook around my waist, causing our entwined bodies to buck against each other. My dick is so hard I can hardly see straight.

I slide my hands down and slip the dress over her ample hips, taking my time to savor the look of Kamaya splayed open before me.

Kam reaches over to her bedside stand and pulls open the top drawer, and I stop her movements. “Let me.”

I remove a condom from the box and place the latex over me, though my hands are shaking with anticipation. I should have let Kam do this, though I don’t want to embarrass myself early with her hands on me.

I finally get the blasted thing on and position myself back over Kamaya. Hovering over her spread body. Her dark eyes follow my every move. We’re unable to keep our gazes off of each other, marveling at this moment that I didn’t think would happen but still feel was a long time in the making.

“I need you, Max.” Her hands come up to frame my face.

“Babe, trust me, I feel the same way.” Finally, I slowly enter Kamaya. My best friend, my partner, and now my lover.

Our bodies fit together perfectly, not that I doubted they would, but the feel of her is too much to bear.

“Maxwell, please move.”

I begin thrusting my hips forward, and I get a rhythm going that quickly has her small space heating up. Our flesh becomes of one accord until neither of us can take the pleasure anymore. The feel of Kamaya’s short nails in the middle of my shoulders creates a pleasure and pain that has my body on fire.

“I’m close,” she says, leaning forward and kissing me. My moan is an invitation for her to push her tongue back into my mouth. We stay locked like this until I feel the muscles of her sex gripping me tighter before Kamaya comes.

“I’m right there with you, Kamaya,” I say before I come, gripping her hips tightly, riding the high of her sweet body. The orgasm is one of the most intense I’ve ever experienced. Kam’s whole body is wrapped around me as I spill inside her.

The best night of my life and one I’ll never forget.

CHAPTER 14

Kamaya

The next morning, I wake up to the sound of rain outside my window. In the summertime, I can usually hear kids playing bright and early at the playground not too far from my window. I tried to go back to sleep, but thoughts of last night kept my eyes open. Maxwell’s solid front was spooned against my back, his morning hardened length hit my ass, and his arm was draped loosely across my middle.