Four months went by, spent mostly writing and eking out just enough time to fulfill my part time gig every week. Most days, we'd take Baxter for a short morning walk before Cam ran off to get to work with a quick kiss and scratch behind the ears for him, and a longer kiss and an embrace that made me excited for her return to me around six. It wasn't unusual for Cam to work for an hour or so after dinner, or have a drinks meeting, or some speaking engagement, and if she was away for dinner, she always came back to my place. If she knew she'd be on her computer all night, she'd stay at her place.
It had quickly gotten to the point where Cam would stay with me at least three nights during the week and the entire weekend. We'd talked about staying at her place occasionally, but the building was a condo that didn't allow dogs. Aside from my own issues with that, Cam had taken on Baxter like her own. She'd always loved him, but it was like he'd made up his mind; she was his new mommy. So, she spent a lot of time at my house, and if I spoke to her on the phone, he'd whine incessantly until she addressed him directly on speakerphone.
A couple of weeks before, we'd been out and run into my sister, and I'd gotten an earful for not introducing Cam earlier. They lead to meeting my mom, which didn't go great, but Cam had held her own against the angry dementia, and managed to be given a compliment. After, I got a text from my sister, 'she's so wonderful, Wy, dad would've loved her. She really lit up watching you play with baby Lachy."
I'd noticed that too, and the long glances that she'd given me on the way home after. At the time, I thought it was just a touch of baby madness to go with the lusty sex we had later... but no, they kept on up after. I'd catch her watching me, a faint smile on the lips.
I hadn't met her family, and I was okay with that, I was ready to, but she wasn't. I knew she had a sister and divorced parents. Her mom would love me, dad would hate me, and her sister and her husband would insist on speaking Spanish in front of me to test me. Someday.
Since the success of our (let's be honest, hers, with me there for jokes and conversation) presentation, Cam had been hitting the circuit hard, attending events. The night before, she'd gotten in at 11:30 after her flight from Atlanta was delayed and we'd been out cold in minutes of her getting in, her bags still downstairs at the door. She'd told me we needed to run out first thing to pick up a few things for her trip, clothes at her apartment, pharmacy, that kind of thing. I woke up to the sound her taking Baxter outside and snuck into the bathroom, knowing that once she fed him and had the coffee on, I'd hear the shower, so I lay in wait.
Today was important to both of us because she'd be away again from Sunday night on a flight to Australia. She'd be there for two weeks working a partnership deal and doing more presentations, and then to London for a week. We'd be apart just over three weeks, having not been apart more than about forty hours since New York. I was not, to say the least, looking forward to it. The time zone alone would make even texting difficult.
As the water came on, I thought of how Camila took forever in the shower, a woman who took care of her skin and hair carefully. I'd told her to take over most of the small drawers under the sink, and been amazed at how fast her "travel" kit filled the space. I'd also insisted that she use a few drawers in the bedroom for her clothes. She'd filled them quickly despite being outwardly unsure of taking up so much real estate. She wouldn't say it, but Cam was constantly concerned about us moving too fast because of Kayley, and I'd tell her that we were moving at our own pace... but we also never really talked about what it all meant.
The water stopped, and the post-shower ritual began. I dozed, listening as Baxter made his way back upstairs to the bed, jumping up and trotting over my legs to his little bed. I curled into the covers as I heard footsteps in the hall.
"Oh!" Cam spoke very softly, seeing Baxter in his little bed. "Such a daddie's boy," I could feel his butt wiggle through the sheets. "Still asleep too..." she smelled of her creams and oils and expensive shampoos, like vanilla and wildflowers, and I shot my arms out to her, dragging that wonderful scent to me. "Ah! Wyatt!"
Pulling Cam to me tightly, I had her thigh-length bathrobe open before the heavy blanket even settled back over us, rolling together to kiss her deeply, she 'mmmm'd' into my mouth, tongues working against each other. I held her tightly to me, running my hands over her freshly clean body. "You brushed your teeth, you planned this," Cam laughed.
Breaking the kiss, "you take so long in the shower I have to occupy myself with eeeeevil sexual plotting," I told her as I sat up enough to stretch out next get her and slide down her body to the pouting lips of her pussy, she pressed her shoulders back into the mattress, allowing me to push her thighs apart as I laid a slow, flat-tongued lick down her opening that circled from her cleft to her taint and back.
"MmmmMMMMM, oh I like this plan, Wyatt..." Cam wriggled her hips as I hit the spot she wanted and grabbed at my legs. I'd learned quickly that this was her signalling where she needed my attention, and I dove in, slow laps around the lips of her quim as it wettened, gently working to the tip of my tongue to where her slow gyrations guided me. Her pussy was sweet and fresh, her slight musk of arousal filled my senses as her hands pulled my erection from my pyjama pants. "Like that like that, nnn, oh mi guapo, he's so hard for me," and her lips slid over my cockhead, bathing my rod in her wet mouth's pleasures.
I worked her slit, slipping fingers into her now as she began to suck me harder, moaning as she did, fighting to keep her lips closed, but as my digits found her g-spot, Cam couldn't take it any longer and threw a leg over my head, holding me between her thighs as she came, grinding her pussy on my tongue. I lapped at her, pulling those luscious thighs apart to get to her and rolled us onto my back as she bucked and shook. "Ffffaaa, ohhhhhhh ffffff- Wyatt! Wyatt!"
Cam was trying to pull herself away from me, grabbing at my cock as she gushed. "I need you in me, baby, please." Proud of myself for making her beg, I let her go, and Cam launched to my dick, shoving herself onto the tip.
"Face me, Cam. I want to see your tits bounce." Cam was proud of her impressive booty, but I'd discovered that her fears that her breasts were too small (which I disagreed with: they're a wonderful bouncy set of Bs), she loved it when they were appreciated. Loved. It.
Cam spun, never letting the thick purple head of my prick leave her entrance, flashing a pleased smile at me as she slid down my shaft. She let herself take her time, smoothly wrapping me in the slickly contoured walls of her womanhood. "Mmmm," she closed her eyes and leaned back, pushing herself down on my cock to take me deep and began to slowly rock on me as I played with her tits eagerly, settling into a lazy Saturday morning screw.
"Do you like this, baby?" Cam worked her juicy ass up and down in my lap, dark hair hanging around her bare shoulders, the fuzzy robe she wore around her upper arms as she ground on me. I took in the sight of her, dark eyes fixed on me with a hungry, loving gleam. Cam's strong shoulders pushed her arms down onto my pelvis where she levered herself against me, slowly consuming my whole cock, pussy open as she ground her clit against my pelvis. Her belly, flat and toned with a soft line visible up the middle to her defined rib-cage rocked and compressed as she picked up speed slightly and my hands fell to her hips, leaving those delectable tits to bounce her brown nipples at me. "Does mi guapo feel how much my pussy loves his biiiig thick cock," she demanded, punching the 'ck' sound.
Cam's steady motion was driving me wild, to say nothing of how she was working her hips while holding her torso firm, tits bouncing while her belly twisted to show off the silky muscles she'd earned herself. I was buried right to my base, and my swelling cock was bouncing against her deepest spots and her body was torturing my resolve by the constant internal contact and pressure. I could feel another orgasm building in her, I was so completely lodged in her love box that every squeeze and contraction of her womanhood shot through me like lightning.
"He loves it completely," I pulled myself up and Cam threw her head back and whinnied a groan, pulling her down onto me hard at her hips as my own orgasm began to light my loins aflame in her. "He loves you Cam," I pressed my face to her breast as she came, spurting my three-day load into her as she went rigid and rocked spasmodically on my lap, "I love you."
* After, we lay in bed, holding each other, not talking, I thought Cam might have drifted to sleep. I was panicked about what I'd said to her, 'I love you.' I didn't know if four months was too soon, I didn't know any of the rules anymore. She was so careful to not crowd me, so worried that we were moving too fast... it had been a good twenty minutes, too long.
"Cam," I began, trying to make it sound like I was checking to see if she were awake.
Cam was awake, turning to me. "What's your body count, Wyatt?"
"My what," I asked, honestly unsure of what she was talking about.
Rolling into me with a kiss, Cam pressed herself to me, locking on with her dark eyes as she ran a finger along my jaw. "Your body count. How many people have you slept with?"
God, this felt so fucking much like a trap. The one problem in the whole relationship was the unsaid things around Kayley. Cam would ask me things, or something would come up, or I'd see her catch herself whenever my deceased wife entered the room.
