12
Camilla
After days of contemplating on whether I should give Merritt a chance or not, I finally reached the conclusion. I could have a career and Merritt. Carter would get past our relationship, and maybe one day everyone else would too. Just because I had been working hard my whole life to achieve my dreams, that didn’t mean I had to sacrifice everything else. Merritt meant to me more than I could comprehend, and I didn’t want to lose this opportunity to be with him.
Feeling like a bundle of nerves, I went to my work even earlier than usual and slipped into his office before any of his assistants arrived.
I stopped in the middle of the spacious room, marveling at the simple yet ritzy design of his office, which reflected Merritt well. It showcased his power and elegance.
I left the note on the desk, hoping I hadn’t blown everything up when I rejected him.
Thankfully, several hours later, Merritt called me, and an inexplicable relief flooded me. He wanted to see me and take me out to dinner. Of course I was quick to accept, wondering what kind of dress I could wear that would knock him off his feet.
After several changed dresses and hours spent in my closet, I settled on a tight red dress that gave a “femme fatale” impression. I just knew that when he saw me in it, he wouldn’t be able to resist me.
At seven, when the bell rang, my heart climbed to my throat, and butterflies swarmed my belly. He was here.
I opened the door, and my pulse increased even more. He was so handsome. He was yummy in his black evening suit. I spotted the bouquet of roses in his hand and almost awed at the sweet gesture.
A smile appeared on my face when I saw the way he looked at me. He couldn’t even talk, his eyes burning into me.
“Wow. Merritt Dawson is speechless. Imagine that.”
He locked the door and came closer to me, and my breathing turned heavy and uneven. It was more than clear that he wanted me, the air between us becoming tense with intensifying arousal.
“Camilla, you…”
My smile grew wider. “What?”
Jesus, those eyes. It was so difficult to breathe when he was scanning each inch of me, eating me up.
“You’re beautiful.” He put the bouquet on the drawer and stopped right in front of me. Only inches separated us now, and I wanted nothing more but to feel him against me. “I need to have you right here and now.”
The next moment, he was kissing me, and my world began to spin. I moaned and moved my hands through his hair, yanking him toward me. I needed to feel all of him, touch him, get him inside of me…
“Fuck me,” I pleaded him.
He groaned and ground himself against me. “These days have been a torture for me, Camilla,” he muttered into my lips, backing me to the wall. “All those things we did were on repeat in my mind. I just wanted to see you, but knowing I couldn’t even get near you…”
“Shh, it doesn’t matter now.” I unbuttoned his jacket and took it off him. The jacket ended on the floor behind him. Soon, his tie followed. “You can have me now all you want.”
“Yes.” He cupped my face and kissed me again, thrusting his tongue deep into my mouth. He pushed his leg in between my legs, and I ground against his thigh. I was all hot and wet, and I was sure he could feel it.
He leaned away to watch me rubbing against him, his eyes dimmed with desire.
“Damn.”
He pulled the straps of my dress to the side and exposed my breasts to him. His eyes widened when he noticed I wasn’t wearing a bra. With a groan, he lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth, and the pleasure surged through me, claiming each part of me as he paid attention to one nipple then the other.
His hands traced my waist and slid over my ass, coming close to my mound. He pulled the hem of my dress higher, revealing my panties to him. He was quick to push them aside and cover my pulsating flesh with his fingers, pressing his thumb against my clit a moment later. I let out a low moan and then another when his mouth latched onto my nipple.
“Merritt… Oh God… Keep touching me. It feels so good.”
His fingers were never still, circling my clit, then attacking it, then pushing through my folds and grazing my entrance. I was dripping wet.
He pushed his fingers into his mouth, his eyes rolling to the back of his head when he sucked them. The sight itself was one of the most erotic things I had ever seen, and it only made my pussy throb much, much harder.
“You wanna taste yourself?”
“Yes.”
His smile was devilish. “Naughty girl.”
He collected more of my juices and brought his fingers to my mouth. I wanted to taunt him, so instead of wrapping my mouth around them, I slid my tongue up and down his fingers, showing him exactly what I would do to his cock.
“Camilla.” My name was a mixture of moan and groan upon his lips. He returned his fingers to my mound and inserted three digits inside, opening me widely. “This is how I am going to fuck you.” He started a relentless rhythm that brought nothing but searing pleasure. “This and much harder. You’re going to be sore when I’m done with you.”
He was fingering me fast, and my world spun quicker. Ecstasy claimed me, my heart pounding like crazy.
“Yes, keep going like that… I’m going to come. Don’t you dare stop.”
“Oh, I don’t intend to stop. In fact, I’m going to keep going until you come too many times for you to stand it.”
Not a second later, I was screaming as the sheer pleasure ravaged my body, but he didn’t stop, as promised. He fingered me through my orgasm, paying special attention to my G-spot, which only prolonged my climax. Soon, my orgasm morphed into another one and another one, and I was blind and deaf with sensations in me.
Through a daze, I let him pull me to the couch in my living room and spin me so that my back was turned to him. He made me kneel on the couch and spread my legs apart.
“You’re so perfect.” His hand slid up and down my thighs, and goosebumps erupted all over my skin. His touch was so gentle, so loving. “No other girl is like you.”
I basked in his words, something warm spreading through my chest. My heart was running wildly, half in expectation of his next move, half in growing affection toward him. Being next to him felt so right.
I was making the right choice. I knew it now.
He removed his clothes and put a condom on, positioning himself behind me. He guided the tip of his cock to my entrance and brought his fingers to my clit. At the same time, he entered me and rubbed my clit, and I moaned, digging my nails into the soft material of the couch.
“Your scent, your taste… You’re intoxicating…” he muttered into my ear and started moving.
I could barely respond to him, instantly overwhelmed. “Ah, Merritt…” I moved my hips to meet his, chasing that ecstasy he was always giving me. “Your cock feels so good.”
He yanked my ponytail backward, tilting my head to the side, and latched onto my neck. His lips were hot on my skin, his tongue leaving a wet trail along my neck as he left open-mouthed kisses. I was burning from the inside out, my moves becoming more frantic as I approached my next climax.
“I’m gonna come.”
He held me by my hip with his hand while his other hand covered my breast and gave it a tight squeeze. I was going to come any second…
“Merritt!” I screamed and threw my head back, my legs convulsing under the force of my orgasm.
He moved us so that he was sitting on the couch behind me with me on his lap, never pulling out of me. He held my hips as I moved up and down on his enlarged shaft. I was supporting myself against his knees, going faster and faster, dripping with juices.
“So damn good. Keep going like that, Cami. Just like that.” His voice was rough and unknown to my ears. His groans grew louder, his hips moving upward, which sent his cock way deeper into me.
I felt hot, sweat sliding down my temples. I was going to come again, and this time it was going to be even stronger. My pussy was so sensitive, so easily stimulated, and I felt like I was in heaven.
Staying true to his promise, he made me come two more times before he let himself cum, burying himself deep, so deep into me.
We moved from my living room to my bedroom, both of us craving more. Our naked bodies were pressed against each other as our hands traced our hollows and planes. I marveled at the way his muscles felt underneath my fingertips, admiring his dedication to keeping his body in such a good shape. He was a dream come true, built like a god.
“When you look at me like that…,” he murmured, his hands making love to my skin. I was shivering, arching my back when he lowered them down and flicked my clit with his thumb. “I want to do everything to you. I want to see you come again and again.”
He pulled me to my bed and kissed me, pushing me down. He ended on top of me, his hand restless on my chest and stomach. I ran my fingers through his hair, my shivering becoming more visible. I was beside myself with need.
“And when you touch me like that, I feel like I’m losing my mind,” I confessed, my shivering turning into shuddering.
He was tracing my thighs with his hands, circling around my pussy but never actually touching it. He was teasing me mercilessly, and my hips propelled toward him on their own accord.
“Touch me. Please. Touch my pussy.”
His smile was devilish. His fingers moved ever so slowly over my warm flesh, his eyes set on mine as he made me experience a myriad of sensations. Then he lowered his head and started kissing my neck, moving down slowly. He kissed my breasts, he kissed my belly, he kissed the top of my mound, going lower and lower…
And then he was in between my thighs and his mouth was on my clit. The next moment, three fingers penetrated me, and my hips bucked up. He was ruthless, his mouth and fingers feeding me with more than I could handle. My legs were convulsing, every single nerve in me tense. Only seconds separated me from another orgasm, and soon, I was screaming and coming again.
He was back on top of me before my aftershocks passed, caging me in between his arms. His mouth landed on mine, giving me a taste of myself. This time he didn’t use a condom, impatient to get inside of me. Our moans came out together, our gazes fixed on each other as he drove into me repeatedly.
He brought my arms above my head and held them in place with one hand. The fingers of his other hand were on my breast, teasing my nipple, which turned into a hard bud in response. I wrapped my legs around his waist and drew him closer to me, moving so that he could enter me more deeply. He flipped us over so that I was on top of him and placed his hands on my hips.
“Ride me, Cami. I’m all yours.”
Supporting myself against his chiseled chest, I impaled myself on his dick, letting out moans and grunts that soon turned into screams. I moved faster, going after yet another climax.
My walls clenched around him, taking all of him inside with each plunge of my hips, and a stream of juices gushed out of me. It was becoming more and more messy, my slick walls contributing to the friction that numbed my senses with overwhelming ecstasy.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m going to come.” He cupped my ass and sat up, thrusting into me in a hard rhythm, ripping me apart.
A scream after a scream left my lips, my pleasure reaching its peak unbelievably fast. He was also moments away from ejaculating right into me. I could feel it. I could see it. His muscles budged, his whole body shuddering as he rammed into me, and three powerful thrusts later, we were both coming simultaneously, our mouths landing against each other in a rapturous moment.
He pulled me against his chest and brought my head against his shoulder, resting his head on mine. We didn’t say anything, catching our breath in silence.
“Now, that was something else.” He was the first to break the silence, and I smiled into his shoulder. I moved my index finger over his upper arm, watching the goosebumps appear on his skin.
“I could say the same,” I muttered happily to him and leaned away to look at him. I was sure I had a dreamy gaze and that my lips were stretched in a silly smile. “You’re amazing, Merritt Dawson.”
His lips formed a matching smile, and his dimples made an appearance. That was so, so cute.
“Just like you, sweetheart.” He kissed my forehead and cupped my cheek. “Just like you.”