Camilla's POV
Camilla's POV
Kingston and I had training earlier, with Karla watching on the sidelines, it was an absolute work out. I've been acting lazy all morning because I'm hungover from last night's wine testing with Clarissa. She's been trying to get me to partner with her in her winery and yesterday, I finally agreed and I don't know whose idea it was to celebrate with a class of each of the twelve flavors that she supplies but it's gotten me stupid drunk.
Word around here is I kissed Kingston, and Mirabelle won't let me live it down.
Kingston doesn't seem to mind, it's Belle that keeps spreading the news around to me, myself and I. Her excitement over the issue is unmatched, she'll get me attentive kthover different matters but still end up telling me about how I begged Kingston to kiss me goodnight last night. I admit, it wasn't my finest moment, but I don't regret it, except the begging I'm told I did, that seems embarrassing on my part as Alpha as well as a woman in general.
Kingston, Karla and I are making our way through the training yard, with Karla on my hip, arguing with her father about how he lost to me since he can't seem to convince her that he let me take the win out of courtesy.
“Well this is a beautiful sight,” Mirabelle grins. The moment she sees us enter the kitchen back door.
I know she's smiling because I'm with Kingston again and probably thinks I kissed him again, which I really want to do but can't find the courage to be sober.
“So, who won?” she asks, resting her hand on the kitchen counter.
“Mommy!” Karla tells her as I place her down near Mirabelle, proceeding to the fridge. My hand grips the lower dower, pulling it open as my upper body slants down to help me reach the ice cream I'm looking for.
“You know, I let Cami win.” Kingston explains, earning a laugh from Mirabelle.
“Sore loser,” I called out, still searching for the mango ice cream cup that my daughter wants and was promised if she sat down, not causing mischief while King and I did our weekly one on one work out.
Alas, I find it, taking it and another for myself, I look at the mango, and hand it to Karla.
“Thank you,” she giggles, making her way to the table to sit down and eat her ice cream before King tells her it will ruin her appetite for dinner.
“Felicia is making spaghetti and meatballs for dinner and yes, she used that sauce you like.” Mirabelle tells me, giving King a pat on the back when he nearly chokes on his water.
My face furrows, “No thanks, I'll pass.” I tell her, my hands reaching for the chocolate syrup and honey bottles that just happen to be lying on the counter since the moment I left them there.
“Err, are you kidding me? It's your favorite.”
She's right, it is my favorite but I don't want it. Something about thinking of it nearly nauseated me. “I must have outgrown it, I guess I'll order noodles for dinner.” I shrug.
“Order? We have plenty of noodles, why don't you just make some? ” Kingston asks, unknowingly calling me out on my inability to cook.
“Umm because I want to order.” I retort, my hands squeezing the early empty chocolate syrup onto my lime flavored ice cream.
“Don't worry, I'll make them for you before I head to my hair appointment, do you want sweet or spice?” Mirabelle asks.
“Any, thanks, you're the best.” I tell her, blowing her a kiss as my hand stires my ice cream thoroughly.
Kingston is watching me with wide eyes, amusement tickering in his eyes. “You can't cook can you?”
Damn it, but actually I'm shocked it took him this long to learn of it, in fact, I can still play it out.
“I can, I just don't want to.” I disagree, shoving a spoonful of ice cream in my mouth, and then another, trying to finish them fast enough to get away from him and avoid further questioning.
“Come to think of it, I've never seen you in the kitchen Camilla.”
“Yea? Well, I have better things to do.” I counter, practically running away from him as I toss the ice cream in a bin, with a spoon or two to spare.
Instantly regretting it as I walk up the stairs, pretending to ignore Kingston jogging after me, with Mirabelle and Karla's giggling fading in my earshot. I'm halfway to my bedroom when Kingston corners me, startling me against the wall with my hand flying to my chest. “I thought you ‘were a know it all’,” he says. His hands resting on either side of me, with barely an inch between us.
“I'm not, and excuse me I need to freshen up.” I say, trying to slip under his arms but he intercepts my move.
“Hmm, running away isn't a solution.” he smirks.
“You are too close to me right now,” I breathe.
“Yea?, does it bother you?” he asks, inching up closer to me. I gull, peering up at him trying to imagine what last nights kiss was like. I'm shorter than him, much less so without my heels, he would have to lean in hard to kiss me, which could only mean he wanted to kiss me too, from his height he can kiss the top of my head and walk away.
“What?” he asks.
“I'm just wondering what flavor you tasted on me when I kissed you last night.” I murmur.
“Grape, cherry, but mostly limes, and you didn't kiss me, I kissed you.” he rasps, his tongue running over his lips in a way that makes me clench my thighs.
“Hmph, bummer.” I begin, my gaze never leaving his. “I would have liked to have kissed you instead.” I whisper.
“Go for it,” he urges, a smile playing on his lips.
He thinks I won't go for it because I'm sober but I'm curious to know what he tastes like, as well as redeem myself from the obvious sloppy kiss I gave him last night. My hand reaches for his shirt, yanking it to pull him in as I inch up on my feet, balancing on my toes and smash my lips onto his.
The stillness of his lips in the initial five seconds of our kiss giving away the whole act of my actions on him. He tastes like cherries on a cold summer afternoon, the best. Our tongues slowly battle in our mouth, the heat of our conversation turned up to the fullest, I pull away, with my pupils dilated and Kingston's cock pressing into my stomach.
“What do I taste like now?” I ask, my voice a little sore from the minutes I've spent silently tasting every inch of his mouth.
“Fucking euphoric,” he tells me.
I nod, taking the opportunity to escape while his guard is down, my fingers to my lips as I walk away, silently screaming in my head. I can not believe that the first peaceful conversation I've had with him was with our tongues entwined.
I'm quick to proceed to my room, shutting the door behind me and screaming aloud knowing that no one can hear me if I scream in here. I rush to the mirror, looking at the mess I am, even in my crop top and leggings.
I don't know where I built up the courage to kiss Kingston, I've anticipated it since I've known him but I never intended on actually doing it, but with him, unexplainable, unintended things happen.
So far, I've only fantasized about it among other things. I never imagined I would actually kiss him, seeking praise when I did, and much less have my panties this fucking drenched afterwards.
I should take a cold shower, but I don't. Instead, I head out, going to Kingston's room, a new sense of bravery unlocked after our kiss a few minutes ago. The door of his room is almost open when I head in, pushing it slowly with a light tap on the door as I enter.
“King..” I trail off, my gaze finding him on his bed, his legs spread with his cock in his hand, pumping lightly, and a towel on the bed next to him.
My gaze freezes on his cock, analyzing and admiring the length and size of it, the veins fiercing protruding around it. I've seen my fair share of cock and only one has made me want to get down on my knees or drop my panties, until now that is.
The door behind me closes with a bang, not diverting my attention but Kingston's attention. “Fuck, Camilla.” he curses, reaching for the towel and swiftly wrapping it around his waist. “You're actually here, what are you doing here?” he asks, my gaze finds his, in a full state of panic.
“Don't stop on my account, I came for something else but this is better, I want to watch, can I?” I ask, feeling a little too bold.
“Camilla, stop playing.”
Camilla.
My name has an accent on his tongue, it's rare that he calls me by my name but it seems today is my lucky day.
“I'm serious, I am seriously trying to watch or would you rather watch me?”
His eyes widened, tongue hastily swirling over his lips. “What?”
I take a few steps further in, leaving a safe distance between us. “I wanted to apologize for acting worse than I did when I was drunk but now, I'm thinking I should tell you how wet my panties are from our kiss or perhaps how I don't know where I'm getting the courage to tell you this but, your dick is bigger than I imagined.”
“Is this happening?” King asks a question to himself but it makes me giggle.
“Are you going to finish off or can I do it for you?”
“Camilla,” he warns, his voice husky and tired.
“Fine,” I say. Walking two steps further, “Can you at least kiss me again?” I pout, my hand trailing up his chest and he flinches, making me back away as I laugh, going back to the door.
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