Human // c.d

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Cameron was sprawled out on top of me, his abs pressed against my stomach, while his lips pressed against my neck, pulling the skin softly in between his teeth.

My head fell back, a gasp escaping my lips. My right hand clawed at his back, the other running through his hair. He loved that.

"I love you." He breathed out, his chest rising and falling at the beat of my heart. While his eyes burned into mine, I brought my lips up to his, pressing mine and his together. He pulled my lip in between his teeth, and I swear it was the hottest thing.

Moments like these are what I live for. Just the fact that I have the advantage to be loved by him is worth living for. Knowing that someone could possibly love you as much as you love them is the greatest feeling.

But that's the thing. It doesn't always happen like that, so I guess you could say I'm lucky.

Usually, you'll love someone, but they won't feel the same. They won't care how you feel, or that the fact that you could possibly be hurt; they couldn't possibly give a damn. That's why I hate getting close to someone, because they pretty much have control over your feelings, and sometimes they fucking take advantage of it.

It's happened before to me, but shit happens I guess. People come and people go. Even the people you never would have imagined leaving, they just-- fucking leave.

"I love you more." I admitted, bringing my hands, and cupping his jawline. His defined fucking jawline.

He groaned against my neck, sending hot breath to my neck.

He laid in between my thighs, resting his hands on my waist. I pulled his hands away, lacing his through mine, and he slowly pinned my hands beside my head. I took the time to part from his lips, catching a breath, but immediately pleaded for them again. His lips brushed onto mine, his tongue running across my bottom lips. At the moment, all I cared about was him. Him him him.

I swear, if anyone took him away from me, I'd never be the same.

You can take my friends away. You can take my dad away. You can take my mother away.

But you cannot take this fucking boy away from me. You can't take the only person whose truly ever made me happy. Because without him, I'm nothing. Therefor, if he's gone. I'm gone. If something ever happened to him, or us, for example; I might go insane. Literally.

His fingers distracted me as he unbuttoned my pants. I slid them off in no time, and tossed them onto the floor.

"I'm use to you only teasing me." He smirked through the darkness, but the moonlight shining in was enough to see his facial expressions.

"We've did this before, silly." I half smiled.

"I know." He smiled.

"You're in for a treat, because second times are the best." He half smiled, giving me that smirked.

"Huh?" I asked.

"Well, first times are good and all, but you were practically crying the first 10 minutes." He chuckled, and I slapped his chest.

"Did not. It just-- hurt.. A lot." I tried not to smile, my embarrassment noticeable in my red cheeks.

"It won't hurt as much, I promise."

I brought my hand behind his neck, pulling his head down towards mine, and gently pressing my lips to his.

"You know how people say that love stories aren't like the ones in movies, and that there's never a happy ending?"

He nodded, "yeah."

"They're wrong, they're all wrong." I warmly smiled, pressing my hands against his bare chest.

"I think that-- whenever you find the right person, everything changes. For the people whose ever quoted that more than likely haven't met the right person."

I was blushing, and it was so damn good that he couldn't see me.

"We're made for each other, I know it." He was so sure, so confident in his words.

"And I know that I'm so fucking in love with you, and that you have the power to either bring me up, or fucking ruin my life. I hope you know that my world revolves around you, babe, and that if I don't have you, I have nothing." He said, practically reading my damn thoughts from earlier. Damn him. Damn him and his sweet words.

"It's good to know that I could ruin your life, that might come in handy one day." I smirked along with him, and once again felt his lips on mine, but this time it wasn't the soft, slow kiss. More like fucking sex crazed. His lips were on mine hard, his hot breath mixing in with mine.

His lips left mine, trailing kisses down my neck, he pulled the hem of my shirt, and I gave him access to lift it over my head, and we managed to hardly disconnect our lips. I felt him press against me, my head falling back onto the pillows.

His hands tightly held onto my lower waist, his eyes never leaving my body as he made love to me. (EW okay. I can't believe I even wrote that I hate myself bye. I can't go any further because it'd be weird for me. Love youuu and thank you for 10K reads.)