Camilla's POV continues
“Good,” he praises, his head lowering in between my legs.
His lips soften on my clit, placing a warm kiss that has me holding in a quiver. My hand reaches for this head, pushing it a little, I should stop him, stop this. In response to me trying to shove his head away, Adrian licks my clit, slow low and tenderly, I moan at that, my hand withdrawing from his head, that's when my pussy decides for me, fuck this bet.
I quiver, my legs trembling at the way his tongue slides up and down my slit, teasing me maliciously. Alas, his tongue slips into me, twirling inside me. “Oh my God,” I cry out, my hips rising to rock against his tongue. Coming off desperate seems to have left the chat when Adrian put his tongue to work.
“Oh,” I moan, feeling a finger on my clit. Adrian strokes it gently to the rhythm of his tongue fucking me. I hate this, I hate him, I hate the slow distress.
Adrian withdrawals his tongue, peering at me with his finger gently circling my clit. “Too slow?” he grins.
I nod, and he chuckles, pushing two fingers inside me to which I gasp, nodding my head. “Should I stop? Tell me, this is where you tell me what you want, and I listen, after this, you don't say a fucking word, unless it's my name, and I do whatever I want to you.” he tells me, peeking back to see his fingers work me slowly, my hips bucking against him.
Once again, I nod. “Still can't use your words I see,” Adrian grumbles. “Let me say it for you.” he grins, and with that, his head dips between my thighs, his tongue grinding and sucking on my clit. I rock my body to his face, swallowing my moans in my mouth once again. My walls begin to clamp on his finger, my hips desperately rocking against him with my orgasm chasing after me, he pulls out. Right when I'm about to come on his fingers, he withdraws them, towering over me.
“If you're going to come, it's going to be on my cock.” He grunts.
He tugs at his swim shorts, dropping them to his knees and he grabs his cock. I suck in a breath, taking a moment to appreciate the sight of him fully erect for me, it gives me some confidence boost. His other hand rests on my hip, tugging me down the sheets until my entire body is flat on the mattress. “You don't know how fucking long I've dreamed of this.” he whispers, lining himself at my entrance, and then, he sinks himself in slowly. “Mia,” he grunts, sinking himself deeper inside me.
My hands claw at the shits, eyes rolling to the back of my head as I whimper in pleasure. His fingers dig into my hips, and he begins to move, his pace slow at the beginning but he picks it up within a short time. Adrian's thrusts are rough, hard, and fast, just like I like it. He answers every moan of mine with a grunt, I can't believe I said I would go six months without getting slammed into like this.
My walls tighten around him, squeezing his cock, needy, and desperate, just like he wants me. His movements become more desperate, and clumsier, my body recognizes the familiar action, my walls clamping around his cock, I know he’s close to coming, which pushes me toward my second orgasm. I watch him through my hazing vision, whimpering underneath him as my orgasm washes over me, a strange yet familiar whimper filling the room. Adrian grunts, his movements ceasing and then, I feel him spill into me. I bite on my lip, shuddering under him.
Adrian eases his cock out of me, resting on the space beside me, both of us beginning to catch our breath. Only now that I'm laying here naked, with Adrian beside me, do I rethink my life, I shouldn't have tossed my bet in the trash for him, he doesn't deserve to have me after all he did to me in the past. Doesn't matter how fucking good that felt, or how desperately I want him again, and again, this shouldn't have happened.
Steading my breathing pattern, my gaze shifts from the ceiling to beside me. Adrian too is staring at me, it makes me panic, rising from the bed I take a sheet with me, draping it around myself as I hastily pick up my clothes.
“Camilla,” Adrian rasps, still bare.
I ignore him and walk off into his bathroom, shutting the door behind me. I take a look at myself in the mirror, something in the back of my mind screaming at me. That something shouldn't be in the back, it should be headlining, front and center, talking me into killing him while the current headliner should be in the back, convincing me not to kill him, and perhaps consider fucking him. However, it's all wrong whenever I'm alone with him, I lose all reasoning, I become the person I left behind three years ago. I hate it, this isn't who I am, I can't make this a habit, it's not fair to me, to Belle, to everyone that stood beside me when I was picking up the pieces of my sanity, my perception, trying to rebuild my life when Adrian ripped them into shreds.
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