Page 54 of Second Quarter Comeback
Camille: You think I’m just sitting here, waiting for you to come back?
Killion: No, I think you’re sitting there, soaking wet and wishing I was there to make you come instead of this conversation.
Camille: You’re wrong.
Killion: I’m right, but I’ll let you pretend you’re not almost panting, wishing I was there.
Camille: I’m okay without you.
Killion: Sure, why don’t you get past the lies and just tell me what you’re wearing? Or better yet, tell me how much longer it’ll be before you’re wearing nothing at all.
Camille: I’m fine, Kill. Really. Fully clothed and entirely unaffected.
Killion: Liar. I can practically hear you squirming.
Camille: Squirming? I think you’ve got meconfused with someone else.
Killion: I don’t confuse you with anyone, baby. You’re one of a kind, especially when you’re falling apart under my hands. Or are you forgetting how quickly you came last time I touched you?
Camille: You’re awfully full of yourself.
Killion: No, I’m full of you. Or at least I was. Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten how good I feel inside you.
Camille: Maybe I have. Why don’t you remind me?
Killion: Touch yourself, baby. Right now. Pretend it’s me. Slide your hand down, under your waistband, and feel how wet you already are for me.
Camille: You’re too cocky for your own good.
Killion: Am I? What are you doing right now, Cam? Tell me. Are you doing as I say?
Camille: Maybe.
Killion: Don’t tease me. Don’t tease yourself. Slide your fingers inside, baby. Pretend it’s me stretching you, filling you. Tell me how it feels.
Camille: It feels . . . good. But not enough.
Killion: Of course it’s not. It’s not me. You need more, don’t you? My cock instead of your fingers. My tongue teasing that sweet little clit until you’re begging for me to stop and begging for more at the same time.
Camille: You sound like you’re very sure of yourself.
Killion: That’s because I am. And if I were there, I’d be on my knees, making you come on my tongue before flipping you over and fucking you so hard you forget every reason you think we shouldn’t do this again.
Camille: You’re all talk.
Killion: Try me. Hell, I’d have you on the floor by now, your legs over my shoulders, my cock so deep in your throat you’d be seeing stars.
Camille: I want you in my mouth. I want to feel you on my tongue.
Killion: Fuck, baby. Keep talking. Tell me how you’d take me, how you’d suck me so good I’d lose my goddamn mind.
Camille: I’d take you deep, let you fuck my throat, let you watch as I make you lose control.
Killion: Jesus, Cam. You’re going to kill me. Keep going.
Camille: Only if you promise to do the same when you’re here.
Killion: Baby, when I get back, I’ll make sure you can’t walk straight for a week. Now, come for me. Be a good girl and let go.
