Page 16 of The Moments You Miss
Cameron groans as he looks at me, his pupils wide and the green of them basically consumed by the wanton desire that is present on his face. He lets out a growl that is almost inhuman. I yelp as he lunges towards me, pushing me onto my bed.
“Cameron—Cam—” I moan, his body hovers over me and he’s on me in a second. His mouth latches to my neck and my nails dig into his muscular back as his tongue bathes over me, sucking and nipping away.“Ohh,”I pant but push him back.
“Cam, let me do this for you.” In no way am I strong, but I flip us over so that Cameron is on his back and I’m now kneeling over him.
“Leyla…”he protests, but that doesn’t stop me from running my hands up and down his chest. He looks at me with a pained look, his cock throbbing, demanding release from its denim prison. I am more than happy to oblige, my eyes connecting with his. I know what needs to be done, I lean across and begin trailing kisses down his jaw to his neck as he tries to prop himself up again.
“No Cam, please let me do this for you. This— just let me.” Cam lies there panting, but reluctantly nods, as I lean down and unzip his jeans. He lets out a breath as he lifts up his hips as I pull down his pants, his boxers the next thing to be torn from his perfect body. I adjust myself over him, and my eyes widen slightly as his cock pulses erect against his abs. I take in the fucking gorgeous man in front of me.
“Let me take care of you,” I say again, more breathlessly as I bend over him, taking his cock in one hand, as my tongue licks the pre-cum beading on the head.
His hips buck, as I swirl my tongue over his head. “Be a good boy and stay still for me.”
Cameron
I’m going to fucking die. This woman is going to be the death of me, she will be my undoing. If she does that thing with her tongue again, I am going to come apart before I have the chance to even start.
She’s kneeling over me and then her hands are on my hips and her tongue is lathing over my cock. My hands fist her comforter as she plunges her mouth onto my cock. My cock twitches from the unexpected contact, she lets out a throaty giggle, that sends vibrations through me, threatening to explode like a fucking teenager getting his first blow job.
“L-Leyla,” I stammer out knowing damn well that I am a goner if she keeps this up. My hips buck up, she gags as she takes me even deeper, her eyes clearly fighting back tears as she struggles to take my entire length in her mouth.
“Leyla—stop,” I force out. She immediately pulls herself off of my cock, and the absence of her mouth on me leaves me aching. I need to be inside her, I need to show her that she’s mine. My cock rests on my stomach, as I sit up I know that if I didn’t stop now this would all be for naught. “On your back, Cherry. Let me show you what you do to me.”
She nods as she crawls over me, still kissing me up my chest as she then lays herself down next to me on her king bed, her eyes full of sex and I am going to make sure she knows exactly what she’s going to get with me. I pull her pants off and slip on the condom I grabbed from my wallet a moment ago.
“I don’t do safe words, you want to stop, you tell me to stop, okay?” She nods, and whimpers as she reaches for me. I make my way to her pussy and a dark smile forms on my face.
“Cherry, you’re fucking drenched. Is this all for me?”
She whimpers again, nodding while biting one of her fingers. Her other hand reaches for her tits as she taunts me, teasing her nipple. I don’t give her a moment to think or realize what I’m doing as I crawl over her and shove my cock inside her soaked pussy.
“Cam!”Leyla screams out as I thrust into her at a bruising pace. Her back arches and her hands fly around me, nails scraping down my back.
“You take my cock so well, baby. You were made for me.” I can feel her squeezing my cock as she moves her hips in time with mine, I lean down and take her nipple in my mouth and bite down on it as she bucks her hips in both pain and pleasure.
“I’m— I’m— I’m gonna—” Leyla moans as I feel her pussy clenching around my cock. My balls constrict, begging me to unload and claim what ismine.
“Come for me, Cherry— come with me.” I groan against the shell of her ear, my thrusts unrelenting as she screams. The force of her orgasm wraps around my cock like a vice and my own release finds me as we fall into oblivion together. I pull myself out of her when I know that she’s finished, satisfaction finding me at the sight of her abused, dripping, cunt. Her breath is unsteady, her arm covers her face as she tries to control her breathing. Leyla’s body is limp, her breaths still staggered and uneven, but I smile as I kiss the inside of her thigh.
“You are fucking perfect, Cherry. Fucking stunning.” I ease myself off her bed as she looks like she’s finally coming to. I can’t help this stupid grin that grows on my face knowing that it was me that forced her to ruin. I sneak into her attached bathroom and get a towel, walk back over to her, and find her sitting on the edge of her bed. The effects of what we’d just done dripping down her legs.
“Cameron, I think that was…” she lets out a breath, her face still flushed red, as she looks me over. “Woah.” The docile look on her face gives me a sort of rush that has me nearly ready to go again.
We get cleaned up and we both are floating after what I can only explain as the come down from the best orgasm of my life. A dopey grin still on my face as we make our way out of the bedroom. Leyla follows behind me like a lovesick puppy. The things I currently am feeling don’t match what is swimming around in my brain, but I don’t care. She sits at the island in her kitchen, her body languid and relaxed as I get her a glass of water.
“You okay, Cherry-girl?” I place the glass in front of her, smile, and sit on the stool next to her, my hand gently touching her cheek while she smiles back at me.
“Yea, I’m great. Like this was definitely the best date I’ve ever been on.” Leyla smiles sleepily at me, as she takes a sip of her water. “We should definitely do this again.” I feel everything fall into place, everything was finally the way it should’ve been so long ago. Except now there’s one thing that’s right where it should be.
She’s finallymine.
Chapter 12
Tea, Roses, and Pasts
Leyla
Cameron and I spend the next couple weeks with each other. Most of our time is spent at my apartment but I like waking up at his place too. Something about being wrapped up in his sheets with his arms around me, the smell of him encompassing me, it makes me feel a little more whole than I’ve been in a long time. I find myself smiling more and even my therapist has noticed a positive change in me.
