But she doesn't pull away, peering into my eyes, holding her breath just like I do.
I don't need any other signs. I slowly place my palm on the back of her neck and press my lips to her tender mouth.
CHAPTER FOUR
CAMILLA
I gasp quietly in surprise and anticipation when Antoine's lips press to mine, but I don't pull away. I want this kiss just as much as he does.
He takes me by the neck and gently pulls me closer, brushing his fingers over my skin. I didn't expect him to be this gentle. I thought our first kiss would be fast and hard since the anticipation of it was intense. But how he takes his time with me surprises me in a good way.
His lips are so soft. His warm mouth slowly and gently sucks in one lip after the other, sometimes smacking his lips to mine and then sucking me deeper.
He places his other hand on my waist and presses my body closer to his. He is not in a hurry, even though I feel his whole body tense as he presses his chest to me. I could kiss him forever.
My breasts are brushing against his torso, and a warm shiver covers my body in delight; I feel myself tremble in satisfaction.
"Fuck, Cami," he swears into my mouth, and it sounds almost like a roar, "you're gonna kill me with those moans."
What moans?I hadn't even noticed.
His tongue finally enters my mouth. His kiss becomes faster, harder, more demanding, as if he can't control himself any longer.
I grab his T-shirt with my hands, pressing myself harder on his body. When my belly brushes against his pants, I feel the hardness inside of them.Hishardness. And he is hardfor me.
Another shiver of satisfaction travels from the top of my head to my toes. It then stops somewhere between my legs, concentrating there and getting more robust, and I feel the urgent need to squeeze my legs to increase this pleasure. Another moan escapes my lips, and it's so hard that I hear it this time.
I can't take it anymore. I’ve never felt this uncontrollable desire before. It seems to have come from nowhere. I have to do something with it, or it feels like I'm going to explode.
Antoine pushes my legs apart with his. I surrender. He presses his knee to my center, and I cry out. I hadn't realized what I wanted until I got it. He grabs my ass and starts moving my pussy over his leg.
"Yes!" I exclaim loudly, getting what I needed.
I’ve touched myself before. I’ve explored my body, trying to understand what I like and what gives me pleasure.Butit never felt this good.
I squeeze his knee between my legs, trying to shut them, and the pleasure increases. My head spins, and I squeeze his shoulders harder with my fingers for a balance.
Antoine takes me in his arms and turns to press my back to the nearest wall without breaking our kiss. I can completely relax now, as my back is secure, and I practically sit on his leg. Still, I try to shut my legs more, rubbing myself against his knee. The heat is killing me, and I'm dying to get a release.
"Ride my leg, Cami," he commands into my mouth while his hands travel my body, brushing my hips, waist, and getting higher, to my breasts, "Take what you need."
I start slowly moving up and down his leg, my eyes shut. I'm ashamed; I've never expressed my arousal before, but I can't stop myself because it feelsso good.
He bites my lower lip and groans with arousal. When one of his hands reaches my nipple, he makes a couple of gentle circles around it. My swollen nipples become hard as glass, and he places one of them between his fingers and squeezes. I scream out loud, but he swallows my cry.
"I can't—" I whisper, unable to say more. This pleasure is too good. I want to tell him that I can't take it anymore. I've never come this far. I've never had an orgasm before.
"Yes, you can, angel," he says with conviction as if everything has already been decided and it's indisputable. "I'll make you."
Antoine is lowering his hands, squeezing my ass in his palms so hard that it would hurt if it didn’t feel so good.
With his every touch, my desire increases, my head spins even more, and my need to climax becomes an obsession. This pleasure is so intense that it feels like it's going to kill me.
I start moving faster, rubbing my clit against his stiff knee. And then he raises my dress and sticks his hand under it. His fingers travel to my center, searching for my clit. My panties are soaked, and I feel a bit of shame at how aroused I am.
"You're so wet," he groans, his voice hoarse and demanding. "I'm a fortunate man."
As it turns out, my wetness only made him want me more, and I relax at his words, succumbing to his touches.