Chapter 141: I Can't Wait Until You Cum
Chapter 141: I Can't Wait Until You Cum
Camilla
"Brat." Domenico growled in my ear and I knew his urge to put me in my place was conflicting his needs to take this slow and let me explore him at the same time.
I squirmed as he didn't let up, keeping himself buried deep inside me and smiling at my own sensitivity.
"I took you on a date to show you that I am more than just your dominant, yet you keep testing my patience, little one."
I gasped as he rotated his hips, rubbing me in the perfect spots and leaving me tightening around his dick in pure desire.
"If you are not careful, I may just remember how easy it is to overstimulate you and throw away my plans of slowly memorizing every inch of your body tonight."
His words had my lips parting in a breath and he knew he had me there. Understanding where my mind was at, he gave me back a little bit of my freedom as his still tight grip on my hips became less restrictive and allowed me to guide the movement of my hips as I used my knees to raise myself back upright.
I pulled upwards until I was nearly empty before lowering back into his dick, whimpering at how perfectly he fits inside me and how needy that single motion left me.
"You feel so good." He whispered, only adding more fuel to the fire that was burning hot in my cunt.
"I couldn't get used to fucking you in the things I buy you."
His eyes dropped from my face to the faintly visible peak of my breasts through the light colored hoodie.
"Maybe one day, I will even get something to put there." He said, his two fingers tracing the center of my bare neck in throat.
Did he mean what I thought he meant? I wasn't able to coherently ask as I was suddenly pulled down to meet one of his thrusts, my mind slowly dissolving into a pool of bliss. He very quickly had me writhing on top of him, my body forming a mind of its own as I took both of his hands into mine and interlaced our fingers with one another.
There were no protests as I leaned forward, my breasts brushing against his hand chest and our hands resting together comfortably on the outdoor bed. The change in position led to a new angle, one that had me dripping and making a mess of the dick I slowly fucked myself into.
"You are so deep." I whimpered, breathing heavily into his ear as I fell into a steady pattern that left both of us dizzy with pleasure.
"And you are so wet." He countered, his voice husky from his own arousal and sending shivers down the spine of my back.
"I don't think I will ever get used to how soft you feel against my dick."
Both of our needs for dominance soon faded away into a distant want, the only thing remaining being the way our bodies joined with every deep roll of my hips.
I couldn't get enough of this, I couldn't get enough of him. I never wanted this moment to end, yet I couldn't stop myself as I turned my hand slightly and pressed my lips to his neck.
"F….fuck, Camilla." He cursed at the action, his hands tightening around mine as my toe curled into the sheets.
"Mhmm," I hummed against him, kissing along the skin and seeking out the place that felt best.
It didn't take long to realize the tensing of his muscles was because he was close, my own orgasm slowly approaching and telling me I was only moments away from being consumed by the man beneath me all over again.
"I can't wait until you cum." He breathed through clenched teeth as I sank all the way down on him, my lips sucking at a spot right below his ear.
I was lucky he couldn't see my face right now or rather the small smile that appeared at his desperation. He could have removed my hand to touch my clit but liked the way we were together right now just as much as I did.
"It is okay." I said honestly, lifting my head from his neck to move to the corner of his lips.
"Just let go." I muttered against his lips.
I don't think I have ever seen anything as erotic as the sight of his mouth parting in conflict but his body not being able to obey his will to wait for me to cum first. Surprisingly, however, I almost preferred it this way at the moment.
I was able to see his eyes screwed shut in pleasure, a low moan falling from his lips as he swelled inside me before letting go and giving into the lust that threatened to take over.
"Fuck," he swore as I tightened around his díck, instantly struggling to continue my movements at the feeling of his warm sperm filling me.
"Domenico!" I moaned into his ear as his hips lifted on their own, circling in a way that added a delicious pressure to my clit at the same time as he brushed against my G-spot.
"I need you to cum for me, darling." He groaned through heavy breaths, still making little sounds of pleasure at his climax and continuing to spread through him.
That seemed to be all I needed. Clamping down around him as a small shake took over my legs, he held me close and whispered words of praise and encouragement that sent my orgasm spiraling.
"That is it," he mumbled, taking over my previous action and wringing every last bit of my pleasure from my exhausted body.
There was no more energy left in me after that, the only thought I was capable of being the person next to me. I may have been tired and spent and undeniably sated but I refused to allow my eyes to close under the heaviness of the night. I refused to allow myself to miss a single part of this beautiful moment.
A content sigh left my lips when a light kiss was placed to my forehead, a very strong emotion suddenly coming with it. I was perfectly happy as he righted himself, sliding me so that I was on my side and facing him. Because of that, I couldn't explain why his fingers came away wet when they lifted to brush at my cheeks.
I think that the weight of everything around me was currently pressing down on my body but I think the emotion I felt most was relief. For most of my life, a lot of the time I felt as though I was always living through someone else's eyes, nothing ever feeling real and never being able to visualize a future that I could look forward to.
Everyone around me would always leave, whether it was physically or emotionally, things always seemed to end with myself as my only true company. But right now, there wasn't a doubt inside me that made me believe this was anything but real.
Domenico would stay, they all would stay and maybe I wouldn't have to feel so alone anymore.
"I know, darling, I know." He said, wiping my face of the tears he could before pulling me flush to his chest.
"I have got you."
He always knows what I am thinking. Under the flicker of stars and the embrace of everything else, a realization struck me so hard that I was thankful I was being held so tight right now. He wrapped his arms around me, showing me the promise of forever and I knew I had fallen.
Fallen into his touch, fallen into the world around me, fallen into the dangerous hands of love for not one, but three people who have quickly become my everything…my men.
*****Two days later*****
"You honestly didn't really have to do this." I insisted as Adriano continued his work on making homemade food for me.
Today is my scene with Adriano and when he said we were doing dinner before our plans tonight, I hadn't expected all of this effort to be put into it, especially when I was currently useless.
"Sit down," he gave me a half smile, knowing it was killing me that he wouldn't let me do anything, even simple tasks like setting the table or cleaning up dishes.
I always felt weird when it came to people doing things for me when I couldn't offer anything in return. Although I could yet, he insisted on doing all of the work by himself.
Maybe the cake I baked for them on their birthday was so awful that he didn't want to risk me setting foot in their kitchen ever again. The thought was mainly a joke but I would be horrified if it were true nonetheless.
"Can I at least set the table?" I offered, flicking my eye over the neatly rolled sleeve of his shirt and the way his hands were currently preparing a light garden salad.
It was a side addition to go with the burgers he was grilling on some special stovetop meant for indoor barbecuing. This time at my words, his gaze met mine, he placed down the knife that was once chopping a head of lettuce, my heart sped a little quicker as he fully turned towards me.
"I am trying to cook a nice meal for you so you can relax after what I am sure was a long day of work, yet you can't sit still." He said, amusement filling his tone as he spoke.
"Placing down a few plates isn't going to be the end of me." I argue with raised eyebrows, my one hand resting comfortably on my hip as I lean my lower back against the counter.
"No?" He said almost in challenge, instant confusion fueled regret filling me from a single word.
I tilted my head as he took a step towards me, then another and another until I learned that he wasn't getting closer to me but for the staircase behind.
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