Love at First Night - Chapter 94

When Cameron gave his word, he always respected it.

He thrust as fast as before but right when my moans reached the bottom of my throat and I felt my muscles clenching and my nerves calling his name, he slid out.

My stomach knotted with the familiar uneasy feeling of when you’re enjoying way too much that activity.

He spun me down and lied me down on my stomach.

He massaged my buttocks energetically, slipping them open, and then he kissed my spot, rubbing with his tongue against it and pressing his face against my bottom.

I moaned against the pillow, tossed up against the mattress.

He sank his fingers in me and moved them circularly in pleasuring torture.

When my body was going to take over he grabbed my buttocks open and entered in me deeply making me scream in a painful satisfaction.

He pulled my hair away in a ponytail and then pushed me closer with a pull. His mouth near my ear I could feel his hitched breath against my bare skin.

“I would love to fuck you all night and all day for the rest of our life.” He whispered.

He thrust more intensely, synchronizing his breaths with my fast motions, a lump in my throat formed and I felt my core pulsing and my heart throwing itself at Cameron.

My arms felt like they would give up at any time for the tiredness and the continuous shaking, yet the pleasure was too much.

How was he able to fuck me so good that he erased all the other times I was involved with sexual intimacy and I felt like I was back to having sex for the first time.

He thrust me more deeply and all of a sudden, his assault turned more carnal.

A burning sensation kicked away the pleasuring bubble I was trapped in and all of a sudden his thrusts hurt me.

“Cameron…” I let out a painful moan. He woke up and immediately retreated, “I am sorry, sometimes… I don’t..” His eyes widened wickedly lost in the darkness and sadness that overwhelmed him. But he soon was back to the Cameron who conquered me.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and slouched down to grab his cigarette again.

I climbed to him and sat on his lap, penetrating in him fully not willing to stop yet. He let the cigarette fall again searching for my hips with his hands.

“I don’t want to hurt you again.” His voice creaked he sounded so vulnerable. Not a single man ever minded hurting me during sex.

“You won’t.”

His gaze was down to the floor as if he was scared to look at me after my crying out. I felt sorry seeing him sad only because he unconsciously hurt me. I rested my hands on his cheeks and caressed him, then I lifted his face to make him stare at me in the eyes.

“Look at me,” I whispered, as I slowly started to thrust again, I immediately felt the urge to roll my eyes because it felt so good to have him inside me but I managed to keep staring at him.

I kept thrusting as fast as I could until he began to grunt following my moans.

Our breathes chasing and our skins slamming against each other.

I was his and he was mine. We didn’t need to sanction our love with an engraved ring or with three words. Because our gazes were speaking for us in that silence. Whispering things to each other that we didn’t know yet.

When I was too tired to continue and my rhythm slowed down he grabbed around my hips and helped me with the movements.

“Cameron… wow… it feels so good…” I moaned, breathing every word in a melodic moan.

“Please promise me you will never leave me, Lily.” He whispered, our gazes burning into each other.

“I just started to breathe since I met you. And to live again.”

Hearing his sweet confession I reached my peak, probably shaken by his words which were what my inner self always wanted him to say.

“I am going to come,” I said and he slipped out right in time before I realise.

“I will never leave you, Cameron Collins.” I locked our lips together in a gentle kiss.

“I promise you. My heart was yours from the second we met.” I pushed on his abs and he let his body fall carrying me down the bed with him.

Our bodies were sticky for the sweats but his muscles only pop up giving him the appearance of the hottest man I ever met.

I stood up and ran to get a towel and then cleaned myself and throw another towel at him.

I put my slips on and my bra on, in case his maid or someone else would come the next day, and then I jumped back on the bed.

Ouch, my legs and my inner thighs already hurt so much.

He wasn’t kidding when he said I wouldn’t be able to walk the next day.

“My legs already hurt,” I complained massaging my thighs and shutting my eyes close.

“I am sorry,” he replied with a mischievous guilty tone of voice. Then he reached me on the top of the bed and helped me to massage my legs.

“Let me help you for forgiveness.” He whispered as he kissed my knees.

“Thank you,” I smiled.

“You’re welcome.” He then spanked my booty again.

“ouch! No, you’re not sorry arent you?” I complained even if the spank wasn’t so bad after all.

He giggled and then playfully bit my ass not giving me any peace and then finally wrapped his arms around me in a tight embrace.

“I am not.” He whispered.

I rolled my eyes and chuckled, damn you, Cameron.

My heart was about to collide inside my chest, threatening to explode at any time.. I just had the best night of my entire life and the pain was worth it.