Cajun Passion

chapter 1

Maria pov :

I lounged in bed, scrolling through my phone with a guilty conscience. I wasn't supposed to be online, or so I claimed. In reality, I was piggybacking off my neighbor's WiFi. My fingers flew across the screen as I chatted with my girlfriend, Chloe, who was 750 miles away in Saint Martinville, Louisiana. We'd been together for four long years, and the distance often felt suffocating.

Just as I was responding to Chloe's last message, my phone rang. Her name flashed on the screen, accompanied by a photo of us embracing on a sunny Louisiana beach. My heart skipped a beat as I answered.

"Hey, love," I said, expecting our usual evening chatter.

But Chloe's voice was laced with tears. "Maria, I'm at the Decatur airport. Please come get me."

My mind reeled. "What? How are you...? Why are you here?"

Chloe's sobs intensified. "I couldn't stay away anymore. I need you, Maria. I need to be with you."

My heart swelled with emotion. I tossed off my covers and swung my legs over the side of the bed. "I'm coming, baby. Stay there, okay? I'll be right there."

I tossed on the first clothes I found, my mind racing with questions. What brought Chloe to Decatur? Was everything okay? I didn't care; I just needed to hold her.

Grabbing my keys, I sprinted out the door, eager to reunite with the love of my life.

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Chloe's POV:
I sat at the airport, fidgeting with my backpack straps, eyes scanning the crowded terminal. Maria was supposed to arrive soon, but my anxiety had already hit a boiling point. Large crowds always unnerved me, making my skin crawl and my heart race.

My social anxiety meter had reached an unsettling 11. Every passing stranger felt like a potential threat, every loud announcement a jarring shock. I tried to calm myself with deep breaths, but my mind refused to cooperate.

Why did I come here? What if Maria doesn't show up? What if...

I forced myself to focus on the reasons I'd flown to Decatur. Maria. Our four-year relationship deserved a chance to flourish in person, not just through screens and phone calls. But now, surrounded by the chaos of the airport, doubts crept in.

A gentle voice interrupted my thoughts. "Chloe?"

I turned to see Maria rushing toward me, a warm smile on her face. My anxiety began to dissipate, replaced by a sense of relief and joy.

"Hey," Maria said, embracing me tightly. "I'm so glad you're here."

I melted into her arms, feeling safe for the first time since arriving. "Me too," I whispered.

As Maria held me, the airport noise faded into the background, and my social anxiety began to recede. For this moment, with Maria by my side, everything felt manageable.

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Maria's POV:

I helped Chloe to my car, loading her bags into the trunk as she slipped into the passenger seat. The drive home was filled with excited chatter, catching up on everything we'd missed since our last video call.

As we pulled into the driveway, Chloe's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "Your place is cozy," she said, taking in the small house.

I grinned, proud to share my space with her. "Welcome to my humble abode."

We unloaded her bags, and I guided her inside. Our hands touched, sending shivers down my spine. It felt surreal having Chloe here, in my home, surrounded by everyday memories.

We settled into my living room, which doubled as my bedroom. Chloe's gaze wandered, taking in the familiar sights I'd shared with her online – the same couch, same bookshelf, same window with a view of the backyard.

I watched her, thrilled to see her in this new context. "Make yourself at home," I said, tossing my keys onto the coffee table.

Chloe smiled, kicking off her shoes. "Already feel like I am."

We collapsed onto the couch, exhausted from the day's travel but energized by each other's presence. As we snuggled up, I realized how much I'd missed her physical presence – the warmth of her skin, the softness of her hair.

"Hey," Chloe whispered, her breath tickling my ear.

"Hey," I replied, wrapping my arms tighter around her.

In this moment, everything felt right. Chloe was here, with me, in my home. Our four-year relationship had finally bridged the distance.

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Chloe's POV:
Maria and I sat in her cozy bedroom/living room, surrounded by the warm glow of soft lighting and the comforting silence of being alone together. The tension between us was palpable, a living, breathing thing that pulsed with every beat of my heart.

Without breaking the spell, I leaned in, my lips brushing against Maria's in a gentle, exploratory kiss. She responded hesitantly at first, but as our mouths moved together, the spark between us ignited. Our kisses grew more urgent, more passionate, and I felt myself melting into her touch.

As our desire intensified, I couldn't help but crave more. I yearned for Maria's hands on my skin, for her fingertips to trace the curves of my body. I wanted to feel her warmth, her gentle caress, and her passionate embrace.

I deepened the kiss, my tongue dancing with hers, and Maria's hands instinctively wrapped around me, pulling me closer. Her touch sent shivers down my spine, and I felt my clothes becoming restrictive, confining.

"Maria," I whispered, breaking away from the kiss. "I want you."

Maria's eyes locked onto mine, burning with the same desire. She smiled, and her hands began to explore my body, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.

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Maria's POV:
  "Maria, I want you" still echoed in my mind, fueling the fire that burned within me. I claimed Chloe's lips with urgency, our mouths crashing together in a passionate, all-consuming kiss.

As our desire intensified, I couldn't resist the urge to explore every inch of her. I hastily discarded our clothes, shedding the barriers between us. Chloe's skin felt silky beneath my fingertips, and I reveled in the softness.

Gently, I laid her down, our lips parting for a fleeting moment. My eyes locked onto hers, and I saw the same hunger reflected back. I trailed kisses down her neck, her collarbone, and the gentle curve of her breasts.

Chloe's body arched beneath mine, inviting me to continue my exploration. My lips danced across her abdomen, hips, and thighs, leaving a path of tender kisses. Her skin trembled with each touch, and I savored the response.

As I reached the apex of her thighs, Chloe's breathing hitched, and her hands tangled in my hair. I looked up, meeting her gaze, and smiled. "You're beautiful," I whispered, my breath caressing her skin.

Chloe's eyes fluttered closed, and she whispered back, "Make me yours."

I obliged, losing myself in the gentle folds of her body, worshipping her with every kiss, every touch.