One Way Home // Steve Kemp

Thirteen

Camille's POV

"Please Steve," I pleaded breaking the kiss. I don't know what came over me, but I needed him right now.

"What do you need?" He smirked. Fucking tease, he knew what I wanted.

"You." He accepted the answer and picked me up, bringing us to his room.

While he laid me down on the bed, I started to unbutton his shirt while he took he pants off. "Darling, you're a little more covered than me."

"Then let's do something about that." I sat up a little so that Steve's hands could go behind me and unzip my dress. Once it was unzipped, my dress was instantly slipped off, leaving me in my underwear.

Steve looked down at me with lust. "I can never get enough of you." His mouth connected to my neck trying to find my sweet spot. He knew when he found the spot because I moaned loudly and grabbed onto his bicep.

"There it is," he smirked continuing to attack my neck.

"You're going t-to leave a mark," I managed to say.

He rose from my neck to look me in the eye. "I already have."

He slipped his hand under my thong and started to circle my clit. "Hmm, so wet for me." I connected our lips and moaned against his tongue. He really knew what he was doing.

He slipped a finger inside of me, then another, and started to go in and out. "Steve..please." I needed more, this wasn't enough.

"What Cam," said Steve picking up the pace.

"I need you," I panted trying to conceal my moans. "Inside of me."

He smirked and took his fingers out of me. "All you had to do was ask." He removed my underwear, then removed his, his erection spring free.

"Fuck," I groan. I forgot how big me was.

"You ready, I'm not going to go easy," he said aligning himself to my entrance.

"Steve just do it already!" He laughed at my neediness, and slammed into me. "Jesus!" He definitely wasn't going easy.

He picked up his pace even more then it already was.  I clenched around his dick making his head fall into my neck. "What are you doing to me," he groaned.

He brought his hand back down to my clit, and rubbed it simulating me to the end. I was about to come but I didn't want it to be over.

"C'mon Cam, let go for me." His words sent a chain reaction and I came harshly. My eyes and pussy clenched, and a feeling of euphoria washed over me. I wasn't coming down from my high just yet because Steve kept slamming into me for his own release.

"I'm so fucking close!" He stuttered out. Seconds later he came inside of me. "Fuck I love you." I froze from under him. Did he just say what I think he said.

"Shit Camille, I'm so-." I kissed his before he could utter a single word.

"Steve," I panted breaking the kiss. "I love you too." I don't think I've ever seen him smile wider than right now. He feel to the side of me and I turned over to look at him.

"Say it again." I scrunched my eyebrows at him. "Say it again Cam.

"I love you." I smiled.

He put his hand on my cheek and rubbed it softly. "I'm so happy that I found you. I love you too."

We laid he each others embrace, not caring about the world around us. I could do this forever, as long as I have Steve with me. I eventually fell into the most peaceful sleep of my entire life.

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I woke up to the sun shining into my eyes. I groaned and tried to roll over only to be stopped by an arm. I looked at my waist and Steve hands was holding me in place. I carefully turned my head and saw that he was still asleep. He looked very peaceful.

I stayed in bed for awhile, just taking everything in. So much has happened in only two days.

"Cam?" Said Steve from behind me.

"Yeah?" With him awake, I finally turned around to face him.

He smiled at me with hooded eyes still trying to wake up. "I love you."

I nuzzled my head into his chest. " I love you to Steve." He wrapped his arms around me and held me tightly. I don't want to think about all of the bad things that Steve has done. All I want to think about is how Steve hold me, how gentle he can be.

"I'll give you your phone back, but you have to promise me you won't reveal anything," he stated sternly making me pick my head up.

"I promise Steve, I made that mistake before and I don't want to again," I said. "But we will have to talk about boundaries. If we want this to work, we have to talk."

"I know," he sighed. "Let me make breakfast first."

"Deal."

Steve got up and after insisting I stay in bed, I got up, put one of his shirts on, and followed him into the kitchen anyways. "Are pancakes good?"

"Yes, I love pancakes." I sat down on a stool at the island in the kitchen and watched Steve good. The only thing he had on were boxers, and the sight was very appetizing.

"If you keep looking at me like that, these pancakes are never going to be made," he smirked.

"Sorry," I blushed. Guess I wasn't to discreet about it. 

Despite his words, I continued to watch, but he didn't bring it up again. After ten minutes, everything was done and he set a plate out for both of us.

"They're perfect, thank you." I took a bit of the food and groaned. This man could make something as simple as pancakes and still have it taste better than anything I've ever ate before.

"Glad you like them," he laughed before taking a bit of his own food.

We ate the pancakes making small talk. I learned that he was nineteen when he started his hole eating people thing. Once we were done I knew it was time.

I grabbed his hand. "So let's talk."

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I'm not very proud of this chapter but I wanted to get it out anyways.

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