Can't Fight This Feeling.

Under This Midnight Sky.

Part 2 of the love night
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She wants to ask him something and he can see it on her face. "You know you can ask me anything" he says, she tries to hide her face on his neck but he grabs her face and makes her look at him "I'm serious".

"Why now?" She simply asks "Why now, what?" He repeats "This, us" she says gesturing with her hand between their bodies. "I've always wanted you Céline" he declares, and she searches through his eyes and she sees that he's telling the truth. 

“But all those years rejecting me..." she whispers the last few words  "I was trying to protect you although I wanted you badly but when I finally went to meet you, you weren't there anymore" he says taking her by surprise.

“What? What do you mean?" She asks sitting on the bed to look at him better, he sights and sits up, "The night after you won Eurovision, that kiss" he says and her hand instinctively goes to her lips, even after all these years she couldn't erase the feeling of his lips on hers that night

"You ran away from me" she fires Back "Yeah, I know, but I came back to your room later, but you weren't there anymore" he says and his face falls a little, it's clear that the memories of that night still hurt him

“I waited for you." She admits "I don't remember how long but when you didn't come I realized that it was useless to keep waiting so I went back home alone" she adds.

"Why didn't you tell me anything before?" She asks again after a brief pause "I don't know, everything was so messed up and then you met Kurt and you seemed happy, I didn't wanted to ruin your happiness" he admits "You didn't ruin anything" she confesses. 

“You should have said something, I waited until the priest asked if someone was against my marriage for you to talk” she makes a little pause. 

“I, I wanted to, but I couldn’t ruin your marriage” he mutters, and she can tell his voice is trembling. 

“And then all those kisses almost touching my lips” her hand travels to her mouth, like she’s remembering every one of them.

“I never stopped wanting you” “then why didn’t you... I spent years thinking the opposite” she says fighting the tears growing on her eyes.

“You seemed happy and I wasn’t sure you still wanted me, so I kept kissing you to check your reaction, but I got mixed signals” he mutters. 

“I never wanted something more than you kissing me, for real” she blinks repeatedly, avoiding to cry so he takes her face in his hands, “Then kiss me” she says and he kisses her lips, slowly pushing with his tongue against hers. 

“So are you telling me that we could have been doing this for the last eight years?" she says and he lets out a little laugh "I guess" he simply says and she climbs on top of him, her breasts just in front of his face, he licks his lips at his amazing sight. 

“You guess?" She asks defiantly "It seems to me we have some catch up to do" she states before  showing him the condom on her hands. He was so lost admiring her that he doesn't know where the hell that come from, not that he's complaining though.

Her hips riding him, her core rubbing against his length, shes so wet that makes him even more excited, and he’s so hard already that makes her want to scream, both increasing each other’s pleasure. 

She separated a bit from him and grabbed the base of his hardness, giving him a few pumps, he groans her name, and she skillfully places the condom on him. 

Bending towards him, her chest in front of his face again, her hips lined up with his, the tip of his hard rock cock pressing against her entrance. 

“So you wanted to take me that night?” She asks, moving her hips. “God Yes” he groans, and she buries herself completely taking him deep inside of her.

"That night, and every time I saw you" he tells her and she growls loudly as she rocks her hips harder, matching up the rythm of his thrusts. "Oh fuck" he moans as she teases him with her breasts, not letting him catch them with his mouth .

"You're killing me baby" he says grabbing her chest so he's finally able to lick her nipple. 

She throws her head back when he bites it, the combination of pain and pleasure takes her to the limit instantaneously. He takes his hand to her core and starts playing with her clit. 

Céline's body starts shaking again, and he smiles proudly. She rides him faster as her walls clench and unclench harder around his dick.

"Come for me" he whispers and it's all that she needs to let her orgasm run freely through her body.

She hasn't come down from her high yet, when he turns them around so she's laying on the bed again. 

He locks her legs around his waist and begins thrusting into her again, deeper, faster, not wasting another second. 

Now that he has discovered what it feels making her come, he doesn't want to stop. "God Rene" she moans when he hits the right spot that drives her crazy.

His hand presses against her clit, “God, no, I can’t” she says breathless. “Don’t you dare to say that again” he comes closer to her ear whispering and biting her earlobe. 

“If I say I want you to come once again, you will come for me” he moves his hips in circular moves, thrusting against her gspot.

She cries his name, scratching his back with her nails. “And look at me while I fuck you” she opens her eyes and looks into his, so full of passion. 

Within minutes she’s screaming and trembling again, taking him to his own peak. 

Both coming undone at the same time, each other’s pulsation only making their pleasure stronger. They’re both gasping, their hearts racing. 

He rests on her chest, kissing her deeply. “They have to be five you know” he whispers in her ear making her laugh out loud. “That must be a new record” she says and he looks at her, she immediately blushes. 

That was the best sex she ever had but she didn’t want him to know it that easily. “We can beat a new record every day If you want to” he whispers and kisses her tenderly.

He caresses her hair softly, as she snuggles into his side. Her breath starts to slow down and her eyes close. He hugs her tight as she falls asleep.