"Mmmmmhh," I whimpered. His tongue met with mine while his head played with my outer sides. I felt him moving inside me, slowly stretching himself in.
My walls were tight, and I felt his member growing even more, making me feel the pain and pleasure at the same time. I bit my lip to suppress any screams.
The intensity of the sensations consumed me. My whole body shook from both ecstasy and the pain. I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding onto him tightly.
"Does it hurt?" He asked.
"Mhh," It came out rather as a moan.
"Should I stop?" He whispered, "Don't be afraid to tell me, baby girl," His voice carried lust which he showed with utmost care.
"No. Please don't. Ahh!" I barely had any energy to speak
"Really?" He started moving himself slowly, his lips eating my neck like it was the end of the world.
"Yes, Juan!" I then hissed as his movements became a bit intense. He then pushed himself in and out once. He then slowly entered his head deeper into my walls, all that making me hiss and moan.
"Like this?" He continued moving without thrusting. This was killing me.
"Mhh," I moaned.
He began thrusting at an extremely slow speed.
He knew I was already in my worst state. The fact that he was being like this made my clit even hungrier.
"Juan, please!" I cried, "Stop teasing!" I whined.
"Oh. So you want more of it?" He teased.
"No! I mean, yes! Oh god, please don't tease me anymore,"
I felt him smiling before he finally began thrusting in and out of me. Each movement made my muscles tighten. I was about to scream out in pleasure.
"Ahhhhh!" And I screamed.
"That's it, baby girl, let go," he encouraged as he kept pounding into me,
"Ahhhhhh!" I cried, tightening my hold on his neck, my legs around his neck.
My moans became softer when he started to grind his shaft against me. It was driving me insane. He kept slamming into me. I never thought something like this would make me feel so heavenly.
"Ahhhh!" I screamed and threw my head back, my hands gripping his shoulders for support.
He knew exactly how to drive me crazy.
His thrusts were getting rougher and harder, he was starting to push me farther than ever.
I could almost taste the sweetest nectar. I loved it. I loved how good he tasted. I loved the way he looked while doing his miracles on my poor clit.
The way his eyes darkened as he pounded into me. The way his body tensed. The way his hands gripped my shoulders, kept me firmly against him.
"Ahhh!" I screamed out. I held onto him tighter.
His lips crashed down onto mine once more. The sparks exploded in my mind as he took control.
I let out a moan, unable to contain it.
"Juan! I can't... Ahh~!" I reached the edge. I was shaking and panting.
He immediately picked up the pace. He continued thrusting into me, deeper than before, harder than ever. The screams got louder, reflecting the pleasure he was giving me.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he growled into my ear, his body vibrating against mine. His groans became louder, more frequent, and deeper. He started grinding against my pussy hard, faster and stronger.
A hot, sticky liquid started running down my center.
My entire body shook uncontrollably from all the pleasure rushing through my veins.
Sooner, I felt a hot itchy liquid watering my walls. He let out a groan. He fell helplessly on my body. I held him tight.
My body was trembling. A wave of exhaustion was washing over me. I wanted nothing more than to sleep right here forever. I felt my body relax completely.
"soo..." He raised his head and was now facing me. A smile spread all over his place, "How was it?"
I just stared at him and smiled. I couldn't say anything because of my tiredness and pleasure.
He grinned, "What?" he chuckled.
"I didn't know you'd drain all of my energy. And your babies are hot and itchy,"
I joked.
"My babies?" He laughed lightly at my words. True, his liquid carried millions of babies. He pulled his face closer to mine. I leaned closer and placed a light kiss on his lips.
He sighed, "Now it's my turn," he kissed my lips softly before placing soft kisses along my jaw. My breathing got heavier. I couldn't help but laugh.
"You know what?" He looked at the moon and back to my face, " First sex is a very important memory. I hope you will look back to this moment and smile,"
He smiled.
I chuckled, "Yeah,"
I nodded.
He pulled himself away from me. We wore our clothes and sat under the tree again. I laid my head on his shoulders. His hands were gently caressing my hair. I couldn't help but stare at him.
As much as I hated to admit, what happened today had confessed what my mind was so confused about.
I didn't want just sex with him. I didn't want this to end here. I wanted him to stay. I wanted him to be here forever. Out of the four men that were existing in my confused mind, this was the man that my heart had chosen.
Not Pablo, my first love, not Alejandro, and not my church wedded husband. It was him. A simple worker who loved flowers.
"What?" He chuckled softly at my silence.
I turned and faced him, "Do you have anyone special?" I questioned,
"Hmm?" He hummed,
I smirked, "Do you have someone special?" I repeated,
"As in a person I cherish with all of my heart?" he answered questioningly.
I laughed, "Well, yes. That. Someone whom you care deeply about."
"Hmm… Yes. I do," he answered, chuckling lightly too, as if he didn't want to get serious about this. He then glanced at me, "I just made love to her,"
My heart stopped.
"I know, you are married and you may never become mine," His smile covered sadness that couldn't just escape his face.
"But what can I do? I've already fallen for you," He raised his eyebrows and his lips formed corners and dimples, "The fact that this could be the last time we'd ever be this close scares me. The fact that may not stay in your life forever scares me even more,"
he said, rubbing circles on my arm.
I stared at him. How did things get so complicated so quickly? My heart was now breaking.
"Juan,"
He shook his head, "It's okay. I have a beautiful memory to carry with me. And at least for once, I get to tell you how I feel,"
He raised my chin. His hand pushed the hair strands behind my ear.
"Camila," he called out my name, his voice filled with emotion. He gently smiled, his eyes glancing so beautifully on my face,
"I love you,"
My chest tightened. I tried swallowing the lump in my throat but failed. I couldn't reply. He leaned closer and placed a tender kiss on my forehead.
I could only hug his arm tightly. I couldn't even dare to tell him what I also felt for him. Tears threatened to fall. I couldn't cry, I refused to cry.
This was a moment of triumph, I wasn't going to waste it. How could I be so lucky yet so cursed to have met someone like him in my life?
We both pulled from the hug when suddenly the power lit up the mansion.
"I think you should go back inside," He whispered.
"Why?" I asked,
"Because I'm sure someone is watching us right now,"
I nodded, agreeing with him.
"Okay, then," He smiled at me as I got up. I looked at him once more, just to see his forged smile. I forged one too. Then I turned around.
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I reached the door that opened a way to my room. I opened the door slowly. The lights were still off. The room was still a bit visible due to the lights from outside.
My eyes widened as the dim light exposed a figure on the bed.
Was I dreaming?
I turned on the lights. The figure remained in the same position on the bed. Sitting while his back faced me.
My heart stumbled. This wasn't an illusion. This figure was here.
Marcus was here.
He tilted his head and looked at me. A grin left his face, "Hello, Mi Amore,"