In Too Deep(15)

I nodded, and he drew back, again and again pounding into me, my breasts quaking on my chest as he powerfully filled me. I thrust up into him, adding to the loving power of our sex. It was violently tender, the smack and slap of our hips mitigated by the explosions of pleasure inside me. Each hammering thrust of his cock built a ball of energy inside my body, seemingly centered just below my belly button.

The whole time, Cam's eyes were looking into mine, our smiles mirrors of each other as we pushed each other harder and harder, our breath tearing from our chests as we took and gave to each other with equal ferocity. It was passion and plunder at the exact same time, and I raced towards an explosion inside me.

My mouth fell slack as I lost control, knowing that even if I wanted I couldn't hold back any longer. “C . . . Cam, I'm . . .”

Cam's mouth crushed against me as I clenched and came around him, my body losing total control as shockwaves of pleasure exploded through me. Cam grunted as he thrust again, this time pounding and holding himself deep inside me until he reached his own orgasm. I clenched at his neck and head, our bodies claiming each other while my heart sang to the forest around us.

When it was over, Cam didn't roll off of me or get up like I'd expected him to do. Most of my former lovers didn't seem to like the feeling of sweaty skin against them as they tried to recover. But Cam was different. He didn’t seem to mind it, and he pulled his knees up to my ass so that he could keep some of his weight off of me. "You're amazing."

I kissed the tip of his nose and smiled. "I should be saying the same thing. I've never felt anything so intense.”

Cam chuckled and kissed me back. “It was powerful for me too.”

"It's the child-bearing hips," I joked, running my fingers up and down his neck. "They're good for more than some might think.”

"I can appreciate that," he said, shivering when I ran my fingernails over the spot along his spine where his neck joined his shoulders.

I laid my head back and looked up at the sky, praying that this moment would never end.





Chapter 10





Cam




The remaining days between the first time Melina and I made love and the Saturday luau were incredible. Thursday, rain showers kept us indoors almost all day, which was no problem for us as Melina happily accepted my invitation to my room. We ordered room service, watched On-Demand movies, and made love the entire day. I was sore and aching between my legs by the time I fell asleep that night, but still didn't want to stop.

Friday, Melina woke up in my arms, her head resting on my bicep and my fingers of my right hand tingling from the loss of blood to the extremity. I didn't mind, considering the treasure I held there. Melina's eyes fluttered open and she smiled at me. "I must still be dreaming. I wake up and you're still here."

"Then we must both be dreaming because I'm not going anywhere," I said. "Well, except to the bathroom.”





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Saturday morning, I woke up again with Melina in my arms, this time in her room, which was identical to mine other than the direction the windows pointed. This time, I was spooned behind Melina instead of us facing each other, and her wonderful backside was pressed against me in ways that soon had my cock hard and wanting more than just warmth.

"Mmmm, that's a hell of a way to wake a woman up in the morning," she cooed, wiggling her tush.

We lay there in each other's arms, kissing and enjoying the intimacy, my heart swelling with each little peck of her lips on mine. “This is like a fantasy,” she added.

I sighed, my train of thoughts turning toward the next day, when reality would once again horn in on our fantasy. Melina had to fly back to Ohio, and the very next day I had to start my return trip to New Mexico. She smiled her magical little smile and kissed me again. "None of that, mister. We’re going to make memories today that last a lifetime. Let's get a shower and breakfast."

I was only able to resist making love to Melina in the shower by jumping out before my hair was actually wet, yanking on some shorts and doing pushups in the bedroom while she finished. Melina came out just as I was finishing up, grinning down at me. "It's things like that I love so much about you. You make me feel beautiful without even having to say a word. Come on, Rocky Balboa, get up and let's get some food.”

After a light breakfast, just enough to tide us over until the luau, we walked up the mountain again, taking our time while we talked. Invariably, our conversation turned to back home. "So do you really enjoy teaching High School?" Melina asked as we strolled. "Especially English?"

"It's a lot of remedial work," I said, "with many of the kids coming from either homes that speak only Spanish or aren't very well educated to begin with. Lots and lots of broken grammar and even sometimes working on basic handwriting skills. But for all of that drudgery, there are a few kids every year that really shine."

"What about the basketball team?"

"Not much going on there,” Cam replied with a laugh. "We're a small school, so the JV team isn't much, we don't even have enough kids to be a full five on five practice, so we work with the varsity team. They're short-handed too, so anytime one of my kids even shows a glimmer of promise, he's up on the varsity sitting the bench and filling up a backup slot. It's actually a little frustrating. It might help the varsity in the short run but I think Coach is doing the wrong thing in the long run."