Love You, Passion-hately

Bouquet of Roses

Nov 3, 2017

It had been weeks since I and Cameron made that arrangement. We completed the project and sent it to the competition. The result will be announced any day now. As for our arrangement, we carried on with our personal torture sessions for each other for days. Then, we were busy with the project and tests. So, none of us actually had time to pull anything off. Soon, we'll be on vacation. Honestly, I'm expecting something from Cameron before that.

I heard the doorbell. I opened the door. Someone picked me up and spun me around. "We won. We won. Dawn, I'm so happy. We won," It was Cameron, in his black Armani Jacket and V-necked sweatshirt. His hairs were a little ruffled and smelled heavenly. "Oh my God, we're up for National?" He put me down but I hugged him. "Yes, we're up for National," he approved. Then he gave me something. A bouquet of red roses. I grinned. I'm not a fan of romance but you don't get flowers from Cameron Hardwick every day. "Someone's being cheesy," I turned around with a sheepish grin. He put his arms around me and whispered in my ears seductively. "It's not for what you think, it is for". He pulled one out of it and said, "At least not this one," and kissed my ear. "You have something in mind?" I asked in a flirtatious voice. He picked me up in bridal style. "Maybe," and took me to my room upstairs.

He kissed me passionately as he put me on the bed. He took off his jacket and kissed me again. I fumbled through his sweatshirt as he undressed me. His eyes were burning with desire. His pupils dilated and his heartbeat increased. That was the effect I had on him. 

"Lay on the bed and put your hands above your hand," he ordered, without taking his eyes off me. I did the same. He searched my wardrobe and came back with a scarf. He tied my hands to the bed. He kissed me on the lips. It was slow, deep kiss but then he broke away. I stopped him by biting his lower lip. He smiled. He gave me a quick peck and I released him. He used another one to cover my eyes and kiss me all the way down. I smiled. 

"Have I ever told you how great you smell?" he asked. 

"So many times," I smiled. 

"Well, it's never enough," he pulled down my panties and kissed every bit of skin in the process. He strapped my legs to the bed, so my legs were wide apart. 

"And now, let the fun begin," he kissed my nipple. 

He made some sounds of moving and searching. Then, he came back. He put something rough and spiky to my skin. It wasn't painful, just different. He moved it over my chest and waist and legs. I moaned. I knew what he was doing. He was making my skin sensitive by increasing the blood flow. My sense of touch was intensified and I was very aware of every little brush of his hand. Then, I felt something soft. He put it to my nose and I breathed the scent. The Rose.

He ran it over my body, over my breasts. My skin was too flushed and it caused tickles. I laughed. I heard his chuckle. And then he put on my inner thighs. I gasped. He slowly made his way up. It was too intense now. He teased me. I tried to close my legs but I couldn't move. He brought near my hip bones. Then he stopped. I was wet. I could smell my arousal. Then I felt something painful on my breasts. Nipple clamps. But I don't have one. It was too painful and numbing but it felt good. 

He kissed my groin and I arched my back. I moaned loudly. He continued his assault till I was ready to come. "I want you. I want you so bad," he said in a husky voice. I heard the sound of ripping of the foil packet. He thrust inside and I moaned on his entrance inside me. He kept thrusting inside me and I found myself close to my undoing. He pulled the clamps from my nipples and I screamed in pleasure. The sweat was breaking. I was about to come. And I did, screaming his name as he became one with me. The restraints holding me in one place made my orgasm last longer as I came and came endlessly. He undid my restraints and I kissed him deeply. He caressed my cheeks and cupped my face.