Page 12 of The Weight of Her Silence
But he didn’t leave either.
Chapter 12
What the Body Knows
Every time he told himself it would be the last time. And every time, he returned. Camille had become a drug in his veins—one that lit him up from the inside, rewired his every thought. Her touch was electric. Her praise, intoxicating. She looked at him like he was still powerful, still wanted, still a man.
With Lila, everything felt quiet.
Dimmed. Muted.
With Camille, it burned.
“I can’t keep doing this,” Nate murmured one evening, as he stood shirtless by her window, the city lights casting long shadows across his face.
Camille padded across the room, bare, her body unapologetically confident. She wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, her fingers drifting low.
“You’ve said that before.”
“I mean it.”
“Then why are you still here?”
Because he wanted to be. Because he was weak. Because there was something about her that pulled the ugliest, most desperate parts of him to the surface—and he liked how she didn’t flinch when they showed.
He turned in her arms, kissed her hard, devouring her mouth like it might erase the shame. He grip the back of her head pulling her closer to him before his mouth is back on hers.
“Nate,” she whispers.
She drops down to her knees and grips his cock before her tongue snakes out and licks the precum oozing out the tip.
“You’re so big,” she whispers before he watch her take as much of him in her mouth as she can. He closes his eyes and moan from the feel of her hot mouth wrapped around his cock.
Opening his eyes, he watched as his dick disappears and reappears into her mouth. She can’t take all of him so she uses her hand and she strokes him in motions with her mouth.
“Camille,” he groans out.
He grip her curls helping guide her back and forth as his hip rocked in sync. He throws his head back as his eyes roll to the back of his head. He feels his balls getting tighter but Camille rhythm picks up letting him knows she is going to drink all of him down.
“Fuck… Camille, I’m cumming,” he says right before he feels her take him further down her throat, he explode and he can feel her swollen against his pulsating cock.
She sucks and sucks drinking him all down. When she pulls away, she has little droplets on her chin. She takes a finger and rubs it off only to stick her finger in her mouth and suck it away.
“There,” she says with a triumphant smile on her face.
“All gone.”
He pulls her by the back of her neck bringing her closer to him and kissing her hard. This fucking woman. She leans up wrapping her arms around his neck and he stands pulling her up against his chest. She wraps her legs around him and he feels her drenching wet pussy on his abs.
Walking them over to the other side of the room, he stands her next to the bed. She lets out a small whimper when he pulls away from her. She stares at him and he hope she can see the primal possessiveness in his eyes.
“Lay back on the bed and spread your legs wide,” he commanded.
She does just that revealing a very pretty pussy. He drop to his knees gripping her legs, he kisses and teases her inner thighs making his way to his treat. When he get closer he look up seeing Camille watching, seeing the rise and fall of her chest in anticipation of what’s to come. He leans back down and lick her from bottom to top.
“Nate,” she moans out.
Leaning up, he runs his fingers through her folds. He inserts two fingers into her wet center before sucking her clit into his mouth.
