Chapter 5

chapter five

ami

I heard Brayden's car when he dropped Caeli off. It took her a second to come into the house, so I waited patiently by the front door for her to tell me all the details. Brayden and Caeli's energy seemed to match, so I wasn't surprised she'd gone out with him.

I could tell Caeli was in another world because she walked into the house, closed and locked the door and didn't see me until she nearly walked into me.

"And the plot thickens," I said with a grin.

Caeli rolled her eyes and pushed past me while asking, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means you hated Brayden to the point of waging full-blown war against him, and now you're on his team."

"I didn't hate him, and I'm also not on his team," Caeli answered.

"Yeah, okay," I said under my breath.

I knew she was feeling him. I just wanted her to admit she was feeling him. She was moving around the room, changing out of her clothes. After hopping up on her dresser, I said, "You were in full-blown take him down mode, Lee. You can lie to anyone but me. I know you. It's okay to change your mind about him."

"He was an ass when we first met," Caeli answered.

"But he's not anymore?"

"He's who he is, Ami. Stop trying to read into things," Caeli said.

She thought she could stop my questions by getting snappy. I didn't care about her lil' attitude. So, I replied, "Mmhm, I'm going to let you live in denial."

"I'm not in denial."

I didn't let up. "Then admit you like him."

"I like him," she shrugged. "Now, can we discuss the fact that you came in at an ungodly hour this morning, and I'm pretty sure you weren't alone."

"There's nothing to discuss. I was with Nox; we had an amazing time together. I'm actually waiting for a call from him now. Unlike you, I can admit that I like a man without needing to be interrogated to obtain the admission. And for the record, I wasn't alone, but we only talked and fell asleep on the sofa."

"You're grown, so you don't have to explain or make excuses," Caeli said with a smug grin.

"Excuses aren't necessary. I own my shit. I did what I did, said what I said and like who I like. Period. I like Lennox. There's something about him that I haven't quite figured out yet. I'm going to keep hanging out with him until I do, though."

"Mmhmm. You are also very dramatic. You didn't have to interrogate me like that."

"You wouldn't have told me otherwise," I said.

"I would have…eventually," Caeli said.

We laughed.

"But I'm glad you like Nox. Just make sure he knows he better not play with you."

The way his lips felt against mine, I wanted him to play with me, but I was sure that's not what Lee meant.

"Depends on what type of playing you're talking about," I said.

We burst out laughing.

"And for the record, he knows, and he doesn't care because he's not scared of you, Lee. He also has no plans of playing with me, so that should make you like him. We're hanging out tonight, so I might be late," I said while leaving Caeli's room.

"You're grown," Caeli replied.

"Mmhmm… but you also don't care how grown I am. You'll worry."

"You're my sister and I love you. I'm supposed to worry."

"I love you too, so have fun with your man tonight," I said.

"What makes you think I'm seeing him?" Caeli said with a frown.

"Call it intuition. Be safe out there. You might find yourself falling for the enemy."

I left out of her room and went to mine to wait for Lennox to call.

" Y ou look pretty. The yellow in your dress compliments your skin beautifully," Nox said while eyeing me appreciatively.

"Thank you," I smiled, trying to contain my blush.

Nox had just picked me up from my house to hang out for the day. Since we met, we'd spent a lot of time together. I enjoyed his company, and our conversations flowed effortlessly. He told great stories and had me hanging on every word. I looked forward to his ‘good morning' texts and falling asleep after his ‘sleep well' messages.

There was something about him that made me feel so comfortable. Every time my phone pinged with a text from him, my heart skipped a beat. I found myself replaying our conversations in my mind, wondering if I said anything to offend him or if his feelings for me were developing as quickly as mine for him were. I thought about creating some distance, but the thought made me sick to my stomach. So, I went with the flow.

"Have you ever gone to the Farmer's Market in Golden Brook?" Nox asked as he navigated through my neighborhood to the highway.

"I've never been to Golden Brook at all," I replied. "Is it far from here?"

"It's about forty-five minutes south, but it's worth every minute. It's the best Farmer's Market in the area. I drive down whenever I can just to stock up."

"We have a community garden. I planted some vegetables along with my neighbors. Since the truck moved to Food Alley, I don't have as much time to dedicate to the garden, so my neighbors will drop things off for me."

"That's cool. I've never grown anything. I thought about growing some ganja once," Nox confessed with a mischievous grin, "but that was illegal back then."

We burst into laughter.

It was a beautiful day. The weather was perfect for being outside. The sun shone brightly, casting a warm glow over everything. The sky was a brilliant shade of blue, without a cloud in sight.

As we drove past the parks and pools, I saw families setting up picnics, children splashing in the water, and groups of friends soaking up the sun.

"I've been wracking my brain for the perfect names for my cocktail cupcakes. Want to hear my latest ideas?" I asked, hoping to bounce some of the names off of him.

"Absolutely, shoot," Nox said after glancing over at me.

I pulled up the notes app on my phone and navigated to my list, "Okay, what about fun and fizzy bakes?"

"It sounds like soda to me," Nox quickly responded.

"Yeah, I didn't start with my strongest contender. I was thinking the same thing. What about cupcake cheers?" I asked.

"Eh," Nox moved his hand from side to side. "Let me hear what else you got."

"Tipsy treats, merry munchies, buzzed bites…" I rattled off.

"Oh, buzzed bites is the best one," Nox said, nodding enthusiastically. "It's catchy and straight to the point. People will definitely be intrigued."

"Really? So, it's a no to whimsical whiskies?" I asked, knowing full well that it was a terrible name for cupcakes.

Nox quickly glanced over at me. I couldn't keep a straight face. My smile broke through.

Nox returned the smile.

"I'm just kidding. I know that one was bad," I said with a chuckle. "Buzzed bites does have a nice flow to it. That's a strong contender. I'll keep brainstorming."

"I think you can do a lot with the name buzzed bites. Promoting and branding it would be easy. People wouldn't have to guess what they were getting," Nox explained.

"True," I agreed.

After a forty-minute drive, we arrived at the Farmer's Market.

"Wow. This place is huge!" I exclaimed while looking around, trying to take in the whole market.

"It's a big one. Let me grab my reusable bags and my cart, and then I'll open your door," Nox said.

"Okay," I agreed, taking in all the things going on around me.

I'd been to a farmer's market before, but it was one-third the size of this one. The market was busy, with families, couples, and solo shoppers winding their way through the maze of stalls.

Nox opened the door and helped me out of the truck.

"I like your outfit; you look comfortable but put together," I said.

Nox wore a green knitted shirt with matching shorts. He finished the outfit with brown sandals. His feet looked great. I'd seen so many men with dry, cracked, ashy feet walking around in sandals. I didn't understand why they didn't know how to moisturize and take care of their feet before showing them in public. Nox understood the assignment, and his cedar-ish cologne smelled so good.

"Thank you," Nox replied.

"Where do you usually start?" I asked, looking around the massive area.

"I start at the left side of the market and just work my way through. "Come on," Nox said, his fingers lacing through mine with a gentle squeeze. Walking beside him, hand in hand, felt surprisingly natural like we had done it a thousand times before.

I loved the market. The stalls were filled with a variety of fresh produce, displaying a colorful assortment of reds, yellows, greens, and oranges. Neatly organized shiny apples, plump tomatoes, and bunches of leafy greens were all designed to catch the attention of customers. Various products, such as organic honey and handmade soaps, were advertised through rustic banners and hand-painted signs.

I couldn't help but stop at every stall and appreciate the vibrant displays of fresh produce and handmade goods. I accepted every sample of juicy fruit or ripe produce. I was like a kid in a candy store.

"Oh, look. I guess farmers come here to buy chickens. Look at how cute they are."

A group of chickens were freely walking around in a small fenced in area next to one of the stalls.

"Those chickens aren't for farms; they're for bellies," Nox said.

"Bellies?" I asked, genuinely not knowing what he was talking about.

"Yes, for you to eat," Nox clarified.

I put my hand to my chest. "No way!"

"Yes, way," Nox laughed. "You've never had fresh chicken?"

"Yes, fresh from the grocery store," I replied.

"No, that's not fresh," Nox said.

"So, you're telling me that people come here and purchase live animals to go home and cook?"

"That's what I'm telling you. I've had fresh chicken with my grandfather. It really does taste different than grocery store chicken."

"Did you kill it?"

"No, my grandfather did all of that. I did watch him do it, though. I think I remember all the steps if you want to get one to take home," Nox said.

"No. Thank. You!"

Nox laughed as I pulled him away from the chickens.

We continued on through the market. I followed my nose to the smell of fresh popcorn. We approached the stall with a line of people waiting for their turn to order.

"I love fresh popcorn," I said to Nox.

"Really?"

"Yep. It reminds me of my childhood. We used to have a festival in Lake Grove every year around Juneteenth. There would be vendors with foods that covered all areas of the African diaspora, from plantains to pigeon peas. It always smelled like incents and shea butter. Having access to all of that stuff, my favorite thing was the popcorn. That irritated my father so much. I couldn't help it. I liked what I liked."

"Fresh popcorn is good. Do you like the kettle corn or just regular buttered popcorn?"

"Just regular old, buttered popcorn with a lot of butter and salt," I responded.

"What else do you like?" Nox asked.

"I like a lot of things. I love being outdoors in the sun. I love the beach and random downtime. You know those moments when just for a few minutes, you look around, and there's nothing to do."

"Yeah, that doesn't happen often, but I love that too."

"I also love being around genuine people."

"What does genuine mean to you?"

"I mean the type of people who just are who they are, flaws and all. People who might belch in public or lean on one butt cheek to fart, hoping it's a silent one. Genuine people are the people who show up as themselves the first time," I explained.

"It's always refreshing to be around genuine people. You seem pretty genuine to me, Camilla. Although, I haven't witnessed the belching or farting," Nox said.

"Wait until I eat this popcorn with all that fiber in it. You'll hear and smell just how genuine I am."

We laughed.

Nox grabbed me by my waist and pulled me close to him. We shared a kiss that literally made my knees weak. I loved the way his lips felt against mine.

"Just warn a brotha before you let loose," Nox said.

"I'll try."

After I got my popcorn that Nox insisted on paying for, we walked around a little more before Nox said, "There's one more stall I wanted you to see before we leave. I think you'll like it."

"Okay."

Wherever he led me, I was honestly willing to go without hesitation.

We rounded a corner, and off to itself was an extra-large stall full of flowers.

I took in a sharp breath. "Oh wow! Look at all these flowers!" I gasped, quickening my pace to reach the first basket of colorful coneflowers. The vibrant blooms seemed to call out to me, and I couldn't resist running my fingers over their petals.

I grabbed a shopping basket and put two of every color in my basket. I moved on to the Shasta daisy that, although prettier, reminded me of the dandelions I used to love to blow as a child.

"Which ones are your favorite?" Lennox asked.

"I love all of these, but the zinnias and hydrangeas are my absolute favorite," I answered.

After I collected all the flowers I wanted, they had tables with brown wrapping and twine to use to wrap your bouquet. One of the workers helped me arrange all my flowers into two beautiful presentations before securing the stems with a rubberband and wrapping the brown paper around them to protect them.

After paying for the bouquets, Nox placed them in the cart.

I couldn't stop smiling. I'd never experienced creating my own bouquet. I typically had to purchase whatever our local grocery store had to offer.

"Did you enjoy that?" Lennox asked.

"I loved that. Thank you so much."

"Of course. Seeing you smile like that is quickly becoming one of my favorite things," Nox said, his voice softening with sincerity as he looked at me.

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"I just need to get some more noodles, cereal and milk," Peaches said.

She and I were at the store buying groceries and other things to restock her room.

"Alright."

Lennox:

I'm almost finished with Peaches, and then I'm coming to pick you up.

Camilla (Ami) ?? Webb:

Okay. I'll be ready.

"Who are you texting?" Peaches asked.

"Why are you all in my business? Did you get what you needed?"

"Yes. So, who is Camilla?" Peaches continued.

"A friend."

"A friend with benefits?" Peaches asked.

I looked at her. "What do you know about friends with benefits?"

"It's just a question. You have your hands all in my business, but you don't share anything about yours," Peaches stated.

"My business is not your business," I replied.

"I could say the same to you," Peaches said.

"Peaches, I'll put all this shit back."

"I'm just saying! You've been all on your phone and not on my back as much. I figured you must like her. If that's the case, I need to meet her to make sure she's cool," Peaches said with a shrug.

"You don't think I make good choices with women?"

"That last one was a horrible choice," Peaches answered.

"You never really took to her, did you?"

"I hated Rasheeda's guts. I was so glad when she finally kicked rocks. If you had married her, I would have snuck birth control into her food so she would've never reproduced. One of her in the world was more than enough. It was too much, actually," Peaches said without flinching.

I shouldn't have, but I laughed. That was an ignorant statement, but it was funny.

Peaches and Rasheeda never saw eye to eye on anything, but they played nice most of the time, for my sake.

"If this new girl is just someone you're smashing, then I don't need to meet her, but if you like her, gone and introduce us so I can know if I need to hide a spider in her purse or something."

I looked at Peaches and said, "What?"

"Huh?" Peaches replied right after me.

"You did that to someone?"

"Did what?" Peaches pretended not to know what I was talking about.

We both laughed. I shook my head. I didn't want to know what she'd done. Peaches was just as protective of me as I was of her.

I wasn't sure what Ami and I were. I guess we were friends, but we felt like more than simple friends. We'd spent most of our free time together. I enjoyed her company. I loved kissing her. Although we hadn't gone further than heavy petting, I was fine with the pace. We laughed and talked about our shared interests and debated on things we disagreed with. Things with her had been easy but not in a 'she's passive' sorta way. We just connected on a level that I didn't completely understand but was okay with exploring.

Peaches and I checked out and loaded all her stuff into my truck.

"Do you really want to meet her?" I asked Peaches.

"I do."

"Alright, I'm going to pick her up before I take you back to campus."

"For real?"

"Yeah, you'll have to get in the back when I pick her up."

"I will," Peaches answered.

I sent a text to Ami:

Lennox:

My sister is riding with me to pick you up. I hope that's okay.

Camilla (Ami) ?? Webb:

I get to meet your sister? You trying to like me for real?

Lennox:

Possibly.

Camilla (Ami) ?? Webb:

Yeah, you like me.

I jogged up the steps to the porch of Ami's house and rang the doorbell. It only took her about a minute to open it.

"Hey," Ami said.

"Hey," I responded.

We kissed.

"Are you ready to go?"

"I am," Ami said.

She looked cute in her denim shorts, white t-shirt and denim Jordan 1's. I took her hand and led her to the truck. I opened her door, helped her in and walked around to get in.

"Mielle, this is Camilla. Camilla, this is Peaches, my pain in the neck."

"Should I call you Mielle or Peaches?" Ami asked.

"Peaches is fine. They only call me Mielle when I'm in trouble."

"I'm Ami. It's nice to meet you," Ami said and extended her hand.

They shook.

"This is your house?" Peaches asked.

"Yes, my sister and I live here. It was my aunt's house, but she gave it to us."

"Wow. I wish we had an aunt that would give us something like this. All our aunt gives us is a headache," Mielle said.

"True dat," I agreed.

"May I see the inside of your house?"

"No, Peaches," I quickly responded.

"Yes, it's fine. I love showing it off. I don't get to do it very often. Come on in," Ami reached for her door but quickly moved her hand from the handle.

"You don't have to show her the inside."

"We are going to Pomodoro's, right?"

"Right."

"They don't stop serving until late, and it won't be crowded. I don't mind showing her the house."

"Okay."

I looked back and rolled my eyes at Peaches. She chuckled.

I opened the truck doors for both ladies, and we walked back up the porch steps into Ami's house.

"Ohmigawd," Peaches said as soon as we walked in. "This is humongous! I've always wondered what these houses over here looked like on the inside. When I was a little girl, Nox would drive me around while I ate ice cream. We would drive through this neighborhood. I always said I would marry a doctor and move into one of these houses."

"Well, according to your brother, you'll be the doctor, so you can move your husband in," Ami said.

"Okay?" Peaches said.

"So, this is the kitchen…" Ami started.

We walked around the entire house. Peaches looked in every room and commented on everything she found interesting. Ami answered all her questions. They laughed and talked like they had been long-time friends. I hung back and watched their interaction. Ami was good with people, so I knew that Peaches wouldn't have a problem with her.

"And it smells so good in here; is that an air freshener?" Peaches asked.

"No, I baked some cupcakes earlier. I ordered some new cupcake pans and wanted to break them in," Ami answered. "Would you like to try one?"

"Are they good?" Peaches asked.

"Your brother asked me the same thing. Ask him if they're good."

"Delicious. Ami owns a cupcake truck."

"Oh! That's where I recognize you from. You have the pink truck that was at the Indie Love event," Peaches said.

"Yep, my sister and I own it."

"That line stayed busy. Yes, please. I would love a cupcake," Peaches said.

We followed Ami back to the kitchen. She opened a covered tray and produced two cupcakes.

"These are peach cobbler cupcakes. My neighbor went to visit her family in Georgia and came back with a ton of peaches. She gave me some, and I used them to make cupcakes. I folded peaches into the batter, then I added a crumble topping to the top to make it feel like a peach cobbler. They are filled with homemade peach jam, and I frosted them with cream cheese. I think they turned out pretty good," Ami explained.

As she described the process, my mouth watered uncontrollably. I was ready to bite into it, but I waited until she was done.

"Bon appetite," Ami said.

Neither Peaches nor I wasted a second biting into our cupcake.

"Jesus Christ!" Peaches said with a mouthful of cupcakes. "This is so tasty!" Peaches put her hand in front of her mouth and kept talking. "No, I mean, like this is the best cupcake I've ever tasted in my life, and I'm a sweets connoisseur. I know my desserts."

Ami smiled.

"It is superb."

"Right? Like with the description, I just knew it would be too sweet, but everything is balanced perfectly," Peaches explained.

"Thank you. I may add them to the truck next week as a seasonal item. I have to get rid of all the peaches Ms. Anita gave me."

"You should," Peaches said after finishing her cupcake. "These will sell so fast. Have you ever thought about bringing the truck to campus during finals week?"

"No, I hadn't thought about that," Ami said.

"College students live on caffeine and sugar during that week. I'm sure you would sell out every day," Peaches explained.

"That's something I'll have to mention to my sister," Ami said.

I popped the rest of my cupcake in my mouth and looked around the kitchen for the trashcan to throw away the paper.

"Here," Ami held out her hand. "I'll throw it away."

I handed her the paper, and she leaned in and wiped the side of my mouth with her thumb. "You had a little bit of icing right there."

I grabbed her hand and kissed her palm. Ami smiled then leaned in and kissed me.

"Ummm, hello, younger sibling in the room," Peaches said.

I was diggin' this girl more and more every day.

Ami threw away the cupcake wrappers and said, "Oh wait. Tonight is the reunion for The Love Lab."

"You watch The Love Lab?" Peaches asked.

"I love The Love Lab," Ami answered.

"This season has been crazy, right?"

"It has been insane. They matched Jody with Thomas, but everyone knew Thomas wasn't into Jody like that," Ami said.

"That's what I said! Karen would've been a much better match for Thomas," Peaches added.

"What are y'all talking about?"

"The Love Lab. It's a reality show about people finding love through this questionnaire. Based on their answers, they are matched with someone who fits their profile," Ami answered.

"But the reunion comes on tomorrow, right?" Peaches said.

"Remember they said they were…" Ami started.

"Switching the days because of the baseball game!" both ladies said at the same time.

"I need to hurry up and get to my dorm, Nox. I can't miss this," Peaches said.

"Dang, you'll have to tell me about it. I won't be able to see it until it streams tomorrow or the next day," Ami said.

"I can record it for you. We can go to my place after dinner so you can watch it," I responded.

"For real?" Ami said and smiled.

"Of course."

I opened my cable app to schedule the recording while Ami and Peaches continued their conversation.

"I'm going to give you my number, Ami. We will have to talk about it after you watch it," Peaches said.

"Yes, we will," Ami responded.

ami

Peaches and I talked all the way to her dorm. She had a ton of personality and was so intelligent. She told me about her plans to finish her undergraduate studies and go on to medical school. In some ways, she reminded me of Lee. They both seemed to have strategic planning superpowers.

I helped them carry Peaches' things up to her room. She'd decorated it in pink, green and yellow. It was bright and feminine. I loved it.

"Okay, don't forget to call or text me when you get a chance so we can talk about the reunion," Peaches said.

"I will tomorrow. I know it's going to be a mess, so we will have a lot to talk about."

Peaches and I hugged.

"It was really nice meeting you, Ami. Thanks for the cupcake and for showing me around your house. It's beautiful."

"You are welcome anytime. There is typically something to eat and at least one cupcake for dessert."

"Don't tempt me with a good time!" Peaches said and laughed.

"Bye, Nox," Peaches said and gave him a hug.

"Alright. I'll talk to you later. Lock the door behind us."

"I will," Peaches said.

Lennox held my hand as we walked down the hall and out of the building.

"She's so sweet and smart."

"Yeah, she's got a good head on her shoulders. I'm proud of her. I've also tried to take your advice some and give her space."

"Oh yeah? How is that working out?"

"It's going well, I guess. We haven't had any issues," Nox said.

"That's cool. She's going to be exactly what she wants to be."

"I agree."

My buffalo wings, salad and fries were delicious at Pomodoro's. They had the best chicken wings and fish in town. I couldn't eat all my wings at dinner, but I knew they would be a good snack while I watched The Love Lab at Nox's house.

After arriving at Nox's house, I kicked off my shoes and settled on the couch next to Nox while he used the remote to navigate to the show.

"It's a little chilly in here. Would you like a blanket?" Nox asked.

"Yes, please."

Nox left and returned with a blanket. I put the blanket over me and tucked in close to him.

"Hey," Nox turned to me and said.

"Yes? What's wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong. I just don't like leaving things unsaid or making assumptions when it's easy to just have a conversation."

"Okay."

"I know we've been spending a lot of time together and really getting to know each other, but we haven't defined what this is or what we're doing. Today, when you were talking to Peaches, I couldn't help but think about us. I told her you're my friend, but it feels like more than that to me. If it isn't, I would like for it to be more than that. I have strong feelings for you, Camilla. I've enjoyed every moment of getting to know you. I would like this to be exclusive, just you and me. I want to see where this will go," Nox said.

"I like you too, a lot. I'm not dating or talking to anyone else, so the exclusive transition for me is easy. I want that too, so if you need time to clear your roster, I understand."

"Clear my roster!" Nox said and laughed. "I have a roster of one-you."

"That's one of the things that I really like about you, Nox. You're mature enough to talk and tell me how you feel and what you're thinking. I appreciate that so much. I don't have to tiptoe around you or wonder where I fit in because you let me know."

"I'm learning. If you can be patient with me, I'll keep growing."

"I'd like that very much."

"So that's it, you'll let Delroy know you're dating someone?"

"Not Delroy!" I replied. "Can I only pull a guy named Delroy? Is that what you think of me?"

"No, I know you can pull Optimus Prime, also."

Nox and I cackled.

"For real, though, I'm excited you're my girl."

"You should be. I'm a catch!"

"You are," Nox said.

He leaned over and kissed me. As soon as his lips touched mine I knew my tv show would have to wait.

Our quick little kisses became longer, deeper, and more erotic. I hadn't planned on having sex with him tonight. Then he grabbed my neck, pulled me closer, and deepened the kiss. Even if my mind said no, my body was loudly disagreeing.

Nox sucked my bottom lip into his mouth and then lightly bit it. He ran his finger across my lips and said, "Can I have you, Camilla?"

"Are you going to take care of me?" I asked.

"I promise," Nox responded.

"Yes, you can have me."

He stood from the couch and extended his hand. I put my hand in his and followed him to his bedroom.

My heart and mind raced with anticipation and possibilities. We walked into his bedroom, where his massive mahogany wood bed was centered against his gray walls. The navy and gray comforter and pillows were masculine but added dimension to the room.

Nox pressed a button on a small remote, and music filled the room. He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside before returning to me. I lightly ran my fingers across his chest, outlining his tattoos.

He kissed me again before reaching for the hem of my shirt and pulling it over my head. Nox kneeled in front of me and unbuckled my belt before helping me step out of my shorts, leaving me with my pink lace bra and matching panties on. He stood up and stepped back to take me in.

"You're stunning, Camilla."

I smiled.

Again, he reached for my hand and led me to his bed. He gave me a little lift to help me onto the high mattress.

He stepped out of his shorts. His boxer briefs hugged his thighs and ass perfectly while showcasing a thick dick imprint that had me anticipating whatever came next. He lay beside me on the bed, and we continued kissing. Unhurriedly, our tongues hungrily darted in and out of each other's mouths. At the same time, Nox kneaded my breast through my bra, intermittently pinching my nipples.

"Mmmm," I moaned into his mouth.

Sensing my need for more, Nox pulled my bra strap from my shoulder and sucked my breast into his mouth.

"Yes," I hissed.

Nox moved to the other breast and gave it the same treatment.

He released my breast, and we kissed again. I grabbed his hand, pulled away from the kiss and put his fingers in my mouth before directing his hand into my panties.

He watched my reaction as his thumb found my clit, and two of his fingers slid inside me.

"Yes," I moaned, spreading my legs wider and gripping his wrist. He removed his hand long enough to pull down and discard my panties. After my panties were on the floor, his thumb and fingers were back on me.

I slid my hand up and down his length while he kissed me and satisfied me with his fingers.

"Yes, Nox," I called out.

Feeling the tension building in my core, I grabbed his wrist, trying to slow him down. I wasn't ready to cum.

"I can feel you, Camilla. You want to come on my fingers or my dick?" Nox asked.

"Both," I answered.

He sucked one of my breasts into his mouth and increased the pace of his fingers.

My climax started as a slow build but quickly washed over my body, causing me to convulse and cry out in pleasure.

"Nox," I cried.

"That's it cum for me, Camilla. Let me feel how wet this pussy can get."

I closed my eyes, threw my head back and let the pleasure wash over me.

Nox slowed his pace, allowing my body to calm down.

"That felt so good," I said.

"It looked good," Nox replied.

I pointed to his underwear. "Are you going to take these off so I can feel you inside me?"

Nox lifted off the bed and pulled his underwear off. "Yes, I didn't grab my condoms. Let me grab them."

"Are they latex-free?" I asked.

"Fuck," Nox threw up is hands in frustration. "No. I don't have the latex-free ones. Damn, I should've gotten some when you told me you were allergic to latex."

I pushed Nox onto his back, climbed on top of him, and kissed him. Sliding down his body, I left a trail of soft kisses until I reached the tip of his dick. I sucked the tip into my mouth.

"Shhhit," Nox hissed.

Pulling it out, I licked the length before sucking it into my mouth again. I bobbed my head while taking in as much as I could. I loved hearing the throaty moans and groans coming from Nox.

"Camilla," Nox groaned.

I thought I would've been satisfied with just returning the pleasure he'd given me, but I really needed to feel him inside me.

I pulled him out of my mouth and moved back up his body.

"Nox, I really need to feel you."

"I want to feel you, too."

"Can we just be careful?"

He pulled me close and kissed me. Gently, he flipped me onto my back and climbed on top of me.

"I promise, but no matter what, I got you. Do you believe me?" Nox asked.

"Yes, I believe you."

Nox kissed me while slowly entering me.

"Ohhh," I moaned.

I loved the sensation of him slowly filling me up.

"Damn, Camilla. You feel so good."

I wanted to reply but was lost in how he made my body feel.

With each stroke, my body responded by getting wetter. As I got wetter, Nox got harder and went deeper. Matching his rhythm, our bodies moved together while complementing each other on how good we were together.

Electric waves pulsed through me as my climax washed over me, pushing me over the edge.

"Yes!" I cried out.

Nox's strokes went even deeper as he increased his pace.

"Fuck!" He groaned as he pulled out and released his seed on my stomach.

We kissed before Nox left the bed. He returned with a warm towel and cleaned me up.

He climbed back into the bed, pulled me close, and we fell asleep in each other's arms.