Oblivion [18+]

Chapter 27

Camilla's POV

You don't get to decide with whom you'll fall in love with.

At least I didn't.

If I had any control over it I'd knew better than to fall in love with the man who bought me from my own father. I'd knew better than to fall in love with the man who was so rightfully called by the devil's name. I would know better than to fall in love with the man who took pleasure in watching me pushing limits I've never thought of crossing. And I'd knew better than to fall in love with the man who was to shatter my heart to pieces.

But that's why it's called "falling in love". Cause you do fall. You take a leap of faith without even realising it. You don't "walk" in love. You don't "run" in love. You don't even "drive" or "swim" in love. You fall. And there is no parachute available to save you. So you only can hope, hope that you'll land on soft ground.

Well for me...that wasn't the case!

...

Matteo: God Camilla! If you continue doing that—

I watch him writhe in my hands -or better my mouth- as I tilt my head slightly to take his thick shaft as deep as I can. He groans letting his head fall back and I take a second to admire his tattooed body. How his ink has no consistency, like he doesn't. But that's the beauty of it.

Matteo: Fuck!

He hisses and I stop making him cuss but only for a moment before I push him down the bed and straddle him. He smirks immediately catching up on the sign, he takes the back of my thighs in his hands, before he starts rubbing his tip on my wet slit.

Matteo: You enjoy taking control quite bit lately.

Camilla: I do sometimes. But that's not only why you are having a good time right now.

He smirks as I lower myself on top of him making us both moan.

Matteo: Why then?

I start slowly moving my hips, feeling his fingers on my skin as I do.

Camilla: I just want to remind you...

My voice sultry, my hair some falling on my face and some covering my naked breasts as I grab his hands out of impulse pinning him down the mattress only for his hips to slam deeper inside me in an attempt to regain control.

Camilla: Ah!

I cry out in pleasure but let go of him until my lips are covering his enough that I'm able to talk.

Camilla: As I said this is a reminder of what you are gonna lose if you play me dirty.

Matteo groans tortured as I am to pick up my pace. I can only pin him down because he allows me to. But he does cause he knows what he'll miss out if he doesn't. And that's exactly the point I'm making!

Matteo: I don't even know what you are talking about mio fiore. Only you exist. Only you matter.

His words sound sincere and yet I have a hard time believing them. But I allow myself to think them true. I allow myself to kiss him until I don't feel my own lips, I allow myself to fúck him like he had never been before. Making us both cum as hard as we could with each other name as a prayer escaping our lips. And then I let him take control. I let him do as he pleases cause he knows exactly what we both want. I know exactly what we both love. We both know each other at this point.