Love at First Night - Chapter 106

His hands dived in my hair as the kiss intensified speaking for us and proving how much we missed each other.

“You two get a room!” Joanna commented making the both of us laugh. Would a room be enough? Maybe a hotel or a whole city.

“How was work?” I asked departing from the kiss. Be sat back on his chair and I sat on his lap wrapping my arm around his shoulders and massaging his neck.

“It was stressing, Andreas made me work on a project the entire time and we got clients who couldn’t stop complaining and making up nonexistent flaws.”

“I am sorry.” I curved down my lips and then kissed him on the cheek hopefully a kiss would make him feel better and cheer him up.

“It’s fine.” He kissed me back but this time on the lips.

How can two lips taste so well?

“I have to go now.” Joanna said waving at us, “you two have fun alone.” She said mischievously and then she winked.

“Oh, we will,” Cameron whispered making me blush.

When Joanna walked out and closed the door he made sure to let me understand his intentions by slipping his hands under my shirt.

His touch felt like a heavenly call from the sky as if we hadn’t touched in so long.

His lips locked on mine and from his lap he left me up to sit me on the table.

It was crazy how my body missed him and how my skin recognized his touch which vibrated through my nerves.

When he removed my shirt and his hands trailed over their usual favorite path over my ribs and then my breast I pushed him closer to me and kissed him again.

He pressed against my back and pinned me down the table, making the few cups on it tremble.

He quickly got the two cups on the chair and then smirked at me.

I didn’t sleep with my bra on and didn’t bother putting it on since I wasn’t expecting any guests.

He didn’t seem bothered at all by my choice even if he soon bent down to slip a finger inside me while with the other hand he put a condom on.

“I couldn’t stop thinking of you.”

I lifted down my slips and I moaned out in response.

My legs dangled from the table’s surface and entwined around the table’s legs for support.

He got inside me, a moan escaped from my lips.

he stayed inside me for some instant filling me up and his fingers interlaced with mine holding my hands tightly.

He began to trust in a slow peace at first, my heartbeat picked up, he got a little faster making me enjoy it even more, hitting my pleasure spot repetitively over and over. The tip of his tongue glittered over my neck and up to my ear, tickling with his tongue. I was absorbed in shivers that ran up from different sources and all met in a unique common point, at the center of my core. Firing me up as a desperate moan broke out from the gates of my lips.

I loved him, I loved him more than I had ever loved anyone. I could feel the love being stroked out from my heart and reaching my veins to mix with my blood and turning part of my DNA.

He intensified the motions of his thrusts, my hair felling down the table just like every promise I made to myself not to fall in love anymore after Carl.

Shivers ran through my legs, tingling through my knees and I breathed another moan out.

“I couldn’t stop thinking of you Cameron. And I missed you every second of the days we spent apart.” My heart beating louder than my words.

“I missed you too,” he groaned out thrusting faster. I bit my lip every time a moan tried to get past my mouth.

“No, Cameron.” I tried to swallow down the moans to expose my feelings in that instant, because with him inside me any fear disappeared.

“I really really missed you.” My voice piqued more desperate than I planned to sound, his thrusts intensified for the final rush impeding me to tame the moans which now escaped as horses trotting.

He smiled, probably not understanding what I meant. A final moan as I felt him hitting my external wall and provoking me so many strokes that I had to shut my eyes to absorb every feeling.

He finally came and he slipped out, right after. Silence lapsed over as we gathered our breaths. I came back to a sat position with the help of Cameron who pulled me up.

My back hurt for the hard surface of the table, but I endured the worthy pain.

I gazed at my boyfriend as he dressed up, contemplating his genuine beauty, and my heart paced with my senses.

His face stiffened up and his back tensed as if he was on guard, “why are you looking at me like that? Something happened?” He prompted quite confused.

He happened.

I swallowed down the lump in my throat.

“I just think you’re beautiful.” I resolute out, dealing with the knot of emotions clenching in my stomach.

His eyes challenged me so I tried to look unfazed, my heart was aching begging me to tell him what I had tried to hide for so long.

I opened my mouth, clenching my fists to encourage me to tell him, “I…”

Then I remembered the title’s interview, he is incapable of love, what if he doesn’t love me back?

I sent my heart back to its place and cleared my voice.

“I can make you something if you’re hungry. I am not as good as Joanna but I can work something out.”

He shook his head.

My heart pounding like a jackhammer, reckless and utterly disappointed in me.

‘I love you Cameron’

Why was it so hard to say it? I wish my heart could speak for me.