Love at First Night - Chapter 120

[smut alert, don’t read if uncomfortable]

I always felt like love was complicated, that communication would eventually turn difficult and hardly possible when two people had spent so much time together. I thought that the inevitable incident would happen as soon as you press the accelerator without considering the potential dangers like during formula one races.

But I had never been more wrong.

Because that didn’t happen with Cameron.

The relationship with him wasn’t complicated at all, it was so simple, too simple, the labyrinth of our paths lead to the same directions without turns or obstacles in our ways. And the light at the end of it was shining so brightly that for the first time in my entire life I saw a future in it. A future with a man.

He was my future.

My forever.

Love is simple, and if it’s complicated then it’s not love.

Bless you, Cameron Collins. Because you saved me and you saved the idea I have of love.

He removed my skirt and lifted down my slips, the air blew against my skin brought me abruptly back to reality, and a second later, his hands gripped around my neck providing me the access to a dimension between reality and heaven.

I didn’t know what drugs felt like but I knew his kisses were similar to that, with no withdrawals but only the strong addiction which comes from it.

His kisses wetted my skin and tickled over my thighs.

His hot breath warmed the delicate spot and then wetted it with a kiss before the cold air exposed the direction of where his lips may lead to.

One second later and I had to hold my breath for what would come next. He kissed my clit and then tickled it with a fast movement of his tongue.

I lost the condition of where I was as I had to struggle against all the inner senses of my body to refrain the moan. My back arched in protest as my body heated up at the touch.

I begged every nerve of my body that had been crashed in a stroke to resist when his tongue blessed me with a brief truce just for him to slip his trousers down and then get inside me.

His thrust was sudden and gladdening that before I knew it the moan I so painfully tried to repress, now escaped from my mouth easily and fast, at that melody on Cameron’s face formed a proud smirk.

The table trembled my breaths shortened in a hitched sound and his groans left his mouth as his thrust grew faster.

His hands blazed over my shoulders keeping me still, he thrust deeply haunting every will in my body who tried in vain to tame down the moans.

He pressed my body more against his own to reach my maximum depth as I squeezed my eyes for the usual limbo of pain and pleasure I got immersed in. He laid over my chest as the rhythm of his thrusts accelerated even more.

I moaned out, once again, and again, even if I tried to lower my voice as much as I could I doubted nobody heard us.

But in that moment I didn’t care.

An indecent side of me even wanted them to hear, to realize he was mine.

I bit the inner of my cheek when we heard footsteps

passing by the door. Excitement and fear mixed in a dangerous combination and my body tugged as a moan of complaint about the loss of touch escaped from my lips as a result of lust for him to start over.

My primal urge got the best of me and even before the steps faded away, I called out his name in another shameless beg to push him to get his hands on me again.

“Quiet, love.” He whispered smiling as his hand trailed over my naked body. He nuzzled my neck, with his slow sweet kisses, his voice was warm and soft sending shivers all over me.

I fought to find air to breathe so I limited myself to nod and roll my eyes when he satisfied my request by starting again. My nails dug into his back, grinning to cool down the kindle of our skins colliding together to create the perfect combination of two souls interlocking together. I squeezed my eyes, the rhythm was so fast that my body slapped against the wooden hard surface almost hurting my poor back.

My hair cascaded down from the table and fluttered from side to side like a swing in a middle of a park.

He grunted as his body sparkled in his sweat dripping down his perfect six-pack.

I never felt happier, more pleased, and more grateful to whoever the God of love was for having blessed me the day I met Cameron.

I moaned out again, this time the tone wasn’t controlled anymore, it came out almost as a call of help from all my senses entering the pleasure of hell.

If there were people who hadn’t heard us yet, I was sure that they did now.

He stopped for a second, “I am sorry.” I whispered, assuming his sudden stop was because of my load moan and blushing slightly.

He smirked only to thrust it again to the fullest deep, making me moan again uncontrollably.

“It’s fine, love. Let them hear us.”

His hands wrapped around my hips and he squeezed them before lifting them slightly and entering in me more to thrust fast as I liked it.

God, I couldn’t explain how well it felt.

My nerves and muscles clenched in his dance and then released only to clench again at the forthcoming thrust.

I wished I had met him earlier because since I met him I realized all the other times I had sex were nothing compared to that tumult of relishing gratification.

I never wanted him to stop, could that act last forever? God… How I wished it could last that much.

How something so amazing lasted so little and never enough?