Love at First Night - Chapter 162

[smut alert, don’t read if uncomfortable]

I pushed him closer to refrain from the moan, and kissed him roughly, swiping my tongue across his lips, I pulled him in until his sweet breath was inside my mouth. He pulled my hair back as he slowly began to thrust. I hovered over the kiss which grew more decided as we rocked in a steady rhythm. Our skins against each other in friction of hot flames bursting into each other, firing up and at the same time extinguishing in a slow passionate dance.

I sucked in small gasps as his taste became my taste and I clung onto his back inadvertently sinking my long nails in his muscled back which I could barely wrap. He filled me in and I could feel him growing inside me, hard and thick. My toes clung onto the bed for support as my nails dig in his delicate skin and a moan passed through my lips without consent.

I was no longer inside my body, I could see my soul crumbing outside of my body and joining his own. Pleasure sent strokes all over my calves reaching my knees and streaming over my thighs. His thickness grew inside me as he groaned against my chest, it was so pleasuring that my vision blurred and I was drunk in greed.

He exhaled my love in the shape of gasps as I crashed my head against the pillow and squeezed my eyes to absorb all that was left of my capabilities to resist.

I couldn’t take it anymore, the insatiable ardor took over me. My entire body now was controlled by a ravenous thirst for more. It was like a drug, the more he gave me the more I craved insanely.

His thrusts were slow and controlled, yet they hit my G-spot over and over in a beautiful torturous foment.

I heaved as his lips collided with mine again, only to depart and to fasten up the thrusts, “Cameron…” I whined.

“Faster,” I declared for more as my head dangled from side to side, sucking what was left of my allegiance for him.

The sweat drops on his body made it shine through the darkness of the room and gave our body a sticky texture yet I wasn’t willing to let go of him.

He satisfied my request and began to thrust even faster and deeper as my toes kept clenching and releasing to soften up the pleasure my body was immersed in.

His thrusts got even more intense than I had imagined, my nerves synchronized on the same tune of pleasure and before I realized it I entered in a parallel dimension of pleasure where my nerves got hit over and over until there was nothing left but our lunges of passion.

“Faster,” I called out once again with the little whisper of voice I was left since I could hardly breathe for the short gasping.

My knees began to shake but I was too busy soaking in that amazing feeling that I didn’t even try to stop them or to postpone that urge of release.

I moaned out louder than I had planned to and before I realized it I squirted out and his body jolted a spasm in response before he quickly slid out to avoid getting hurt by the split.

That was the first time it happened to me and I didn’t know how I felt about it, if I was grateful and pleased since that response from my body was the demonstration I enjoyed it or if I was embarrassed.

Maybe both.

A proud smirk colored his face and I blushed shyly covering my face with my hands.

“Don’t be shy.” He rebuked me, he lifted my hands from my face.

“You should watch yourself. Watch how much you want me and how much I want you. Anyone and anything won’t be able to take it from us.” He lifted my chin to meet his gaze.

After that unbreakable promise, he slid inside me again to thrust. The slow rhythm never failed in hitting my right spot over and over and this time I could feel my stomach dropping and twisting, a weird pinching freshness feeling growing through my legs. Once again, just like a split and a sudden surge, I squirted once again.

“God, it feels so good.” I moaned out as he slid out only to get inside me once again.

He smiled and kept thrusting once again until I couldn’t take it anymore and the moans filled the room.

His grip over my hips slightly released letting me deduce he was getting closer to the final rush as my stomach knotted once again.

Now I was spelled with his curse of eternal devotion and I knew my love for him would just touch the extremes of infinite. Whether we will be together for the rest of our lives or not, my body my soul, and my entire heart were now claimed and signed as his.

Nothing will ever change it, the ink he put his name with was an indelible one engraved into me like fire in the rock.

Forever his. No matter what.

He slipped out to release and I let out one last moan before my legs fell onto the bed worn out.

I was left vibrating for the satisfaction, painting to gather back my breath as I rested my hand on my chest to control the fast beating of my heart. I couldn’t even count the number of times I had come that night, my intimacy was even left with a weird feeling of wetness and tickling pulsing the gratitude through me.

Would I ever get enough of that feeling? I took a deep breath, I peeked at him with the corner of my eyes, his hair was slightly darker than the usual for the sweat and his eyes’ pupils widened in passion. Will I ever move on him? On this? I doubt I will be able to do this. Holy…he was so handsome and perfect.. Such a great view to look at everyday for the rest of my life.