chapter nineteen

CAMILA

I hold Ethan's shoulders, searching for a better support. I lay my body on his, bringing our lips together, initiating a lent kiss, which I am in control of.

I begin to move my hips in rhythm with our tongues, feeling every bit of his member in my vaginal canal. I bite his bottom lip, bringing my ass up to the top, leaving just the tip inside me. I contract my internal muscles, coming down all at once, eliciting an appreciative moan from him.

"Camila."--- He moans my name hoarsely, bringing his hands up to my hips, squeezing it eagerly.

Sitting on his lap again, I spread my hands on his chest, seeking support. I began to act out the sitting, bouncing on his lap like crazy, doing my best to make sure that the pleasure simultaneously overtook us both.

Ethan begins to moan my name, adding to my moans that cry out for him. The noise, apart from that, that can be heard is that of his member invading my insides. The smell of sex, of orgasms, the smell of pleasure overtake the room.