Kamara’s POV
Diego’s lips crashed against mine. The kiss was soft and gentle, for a moment, I melted into it. The kiss felt so different and foreign and I found myself savoring the feeling.
But as soon as it hit me that I was kissing him, I jerked back, breaking the contact. My mind was fuzzy as my hand came to touch my lips and I could still feel his on mine. And the soft scent of cigarette and menthol.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked, trying to get mad but I just couldn’t bring out the expression I wanted to.
Diego looked down at me and when I met his gaze, something in them made me shiver. I felt as if I was standing before a beast who was ready to devour me any second now.
I was about to say another word when he pulled me closer by my waist. My eyes widened as his lips crashed against mine again. This time, there was nothing gentle about it. It was raw and demanding. His tongue slid across my bottom lip, trying to gain access to my mouth. I gasped, and his tongue slid into my mouth, tasting me.
The kiss was rough and passionate, and I couldn’t help but give in. I couldn’t push him away and despite being in the position I was, I could feel my knees weaken. It was like all the straps of sanity were let loose and I couldn’t help but kiss him back. My hands slid up his bare chest, and to his neck before finding themselves tangling in his hair.
His grip around my waist tightened, and he kissed me deeper, his body pressed against mine. I let out a soft moan, unable to resist the heat I was feeling from his body. I knew it was a bad idea to do as Doctor Dave had suggested. We might be on bad terms but having my body react to him this way was definitely not my doing.
Finally, he pulled away, his breath ragged.
He stared down into my eyes as if searching for something. I couldn’t say a word. I was too flustered and hot to say a word. Without a warning, he grabbed my waist, placing me in the middle of the giant bed.
“Diego” I managed to call between breaths.
He silenced me with another kiss, his hand slipping under my nightwear, caressing my bare skin. How did we get here again? He was doing all this to me and I couldn’t even push him away or say a word. I arched into him, the flames of desire burning in me. He lifted my nightwear, exposing my chest to the chilly air from the air conditioning.
He leaned in, his breath hot on my neck. “Tell me you don’t want this, and I’ll stop,” he whispered, his voice husky.
“II…” I stuttered, trailing off as the feel of his lips on my neck registered into my head again. I wanted to say the words but nothing was coming out. Oh, it was frustrating how he had subdued me with just a kiss.
“Tell me, Kamara. Tell me you don’t want it and we can go to bed.” I repeated but I couldn’t bring myself to speak. It was all too overwhelming. His hand found its way to my chest, fondling and caressing as his lips moved to my earlobe, nibbling on it as he pinched my nipple.
A soft moan escaped my lips as I arched my back deeper against him. Damn it I was enjoying this more than I could have thought.
His lips left traces of kisses down to my chest as he took one of my breasts in his mouth. Damn it, it felt so hot. And his lips twirled over my nipples skillfully, I could orgasm from just his mouth on them. He seemed to realize that before pulling away and looking into my eyes.
I tried hard to keep my gaze on him but I couldn’t, the pleasure I was feeling wouldn’t let me. “Talk to me, Kamara. Do you want it?” He asked me. I still couldn’t say a word and his hand found its way down between my legs, into my shorts. I wanted to close my legs but I couldn’t move.
It was like he had me spellbound and my body no longer belonged to me. His fingers grazed over my wetness down there and I could see the amusement in his eyes. His fingers drawn back, he dug into the soft flesh of my hips.
“Say it.” He commanded, his soft and caring tine being replaced with full desire and an authoritative hint.
“I want it…” I whispered, my voice trembling.
He leaned in, his breath hot on my skin. “Louder, princess. I can’t hear you.”
“Damn it, Diego. Just fuck me…” I gasped, curling my toes and I could see the satisfied smirk on his face as he yanked off my shorts, pulling out his cock from his pants and slapping on my pussy folds with it, before finally sinking deep inside me.
I let out a moan as his length filled me, stretching me. I felt like I would orgasm any moment if didn’t hold myself back as my eyes rolled to the back of my head.
I was a writhing mess, my legs wrapped around his waist tightly, grabbing the sheets beneath me. “Fuck…” I gasped as he picked up his pace, pounding into me.
He growled, his grip around my waist tightened as he shoved deeper into me like his entire length wasn’t filling me enough. “You feel so damn good, princess.”
I moaned, arching against him. Oh, fuck I feel as if I would go crazy any moment from now.
His hands moved from my waist, sliding up my body to cup my breasts, teasing and pinching my nipples.
“Anngghh…” I cried out, overwhelmed by the pleasure.
“That’s right,” he said, his voice low and husky.
“Louder.”
I couldn’t hold back anymore. I could feel the wave of my orgasm threatening to crash on me any moment now.
“Diego…” I called, closing my eyes as I got lost in another wave of pleasure.
“Yes,” he hissed, his hips moving faster.
“I’m close.” I managed, to cling more unto the sheets.
“That’s it…” he groaned. “Come for me”
As he quickened his pace more, I could feel myself starting to leak, my juice filling his cock more. My body jerked as my climax washed down on me.
“That’s it.” He groaned, his thrusts becoming more erratic as if intentionally prolonging my blissful moment.
We both remained there for a moment panting and shaking. I could feel sleep catching up to me… No. Not now. I don’t want to.