Love at First Night - Chapter 129

[smut alert, don’t read if uncomfortable]

“The punishment.” He said in the middle of our kisses.

And he pulled the bandage back on. My senses once again turned up for that gesture and before I realized it his lips were on my breast.

His teeth tickled over the tip of my nipple making me join as shivers ran from my chest to my back.

He took my nipple with his hand making me moan for the sudden pleasure that came from it.

Stroke of flesh pleasure surged through my body as he sucked on my lips while he cupped my other breast with his other hand. Then I felt his hands over my stomach, followed by his quick sweet kisses. Then his hands gripped over my knees, tightly. My heart skipped a beat when he pulled me against him by the edge of the sofa. He entered in my abruptly like that as I moaned out.

It was weird not being able to see, it was like my heart stopped whenever he did something, and the wonder of what could happen always worried me even if I trusted him with all myself.

Yet, somehow, that glimpse of fear and potential danger made me even more exalted.

He thrust hard, maybe because of being blindfolded or for having waited for that moment since my hand laid on his muscles and the excitement grew in my guts as the lust for him bloomed through me.

He began to thrust deeply and then he pushed me backward and kneeled on the bed.

He lifted my knees on his shoulder for a better entrance and again, he thrust in me.

God damn, he was so big, that inclination allowed me for a better entrance and I could feel him crashing my G-spot over and over in tempting torture.

Each thrust and the pleasure grew a little more, each thrust and I became a little more his, colonized from the internal to have him explore me like a just discovered island.

The more he thrust in the more I became his, the more my body overdosed on pleasure.

His fingers ran through my ribs as I arched my back and then his touch reached my neck. He wrapped around me as if I was his, as If I had always been his but just now figured out. Then his hand dig into my hair as he thrust even faster and deeper.

He pulled my hair back, a glimpse of pain followed by pleasure when his thrust was so powerful to bounce over my G spot sending strokes all over my thighs and causing my knees to tremble.

In the darkness, the bandage provided me I still felt his eyes on me, enlightening every spot of my body and worshipping it as if it was a rare territory.

His thrusts got deeper and stronger than I clenched the sofa’s pillow to resist. Moans kept escaping out of my mouth as soon as I breathed, at each moaning he grunted in response as in a perfect chorus.

He kissed me, tenderly at first, the second kiss was more passionate, and the third one was hungry, biting it and sucking on my bottom lip.

His thrusts slowed down, as I painted for air and cried out in pleasure. The pleasure escalated in a new amazing gratification, I had never thought I would be able to stretch this much and fit him in.

His massive body pressed against me gripping over my thighs for support and to keep them spread open as my toes curled and felt tingling.

Tingling, pinching through my skin up to my knees. My eyes rolled over to the sky, my stomach knotted and my breath got stuck in the back of my throat.

I moaned out again, pushing myself closer to release.

We reached our climax synchronically and then I took away my bandage.

“Wow… Cameron…” I cried out still shaking.

I smiled at him, “I had never liked this so much.”

I discovered a new side of him, more playful and mischievous.

I wondered what other sides of him were still unexplored territory by me, I wondered if every mischievous game which occurred to his mind would end up with him inside me and with me calling out his name for more.

I still felt the pleasure traveling inside my veins as I gathered my breath resting my hand on my chest feeling how my torso lowered and raised.

I contemplated the ceiling while he contemplated me. And time stopped.

I couldn’t wait for him to meet my sister, and to grow old with him. Even to have kids and to marry him. Maybe I was moving too fast, maybe I was getting ahead of myself.

But I was sure we will have it sooner or later.

I sat on the sofa and put my skirt and my shirt back on.

“I have to go now,” I said.

He kissed me and embraced me in a warm tight hug.

“See you tomorrow, gorgeous. I love you.” He tenderly kissed my forehead and I walked out.

In front of the villa’s yard stood the car I picked, reminding me my car stopped and that I had to drive a car I had only once driven.

“Fuck.” I whispered as I slipped out of my pocket the key. I pressed the button and the car beeped as it opened.

I slowly open the door and very hesitantly get in. I laid my hands in the steering wheel praying that it would start on its own and bring me home without me moving a finger.

Cars were so expensive yet nobody added the magic function to have them drive for us?

They are so expensive that they could even cook for me.

I took a long deep breath and whispered to myself I could do it for encouragement.

I slowly pressed the foot on the accelerator and the car roared in response.

My heart jumped in my throat.