Camila's POV
The night air was cool against my skin, but the heat between us was undeniable. Henry's piercing gaze held mine, his smirk laced with mischief.
"Ah, I like that..." I murmured, my voice sultry as I reached out, grabbing his shoulder and guiding him down to kneel before me.
His lips parted, his breath warm against my thighs as he looked up at me, his expression reverent. "Wow… your skin is so smooth, so soft," he whispered, his voice dripping with admiration.
His lips traced featherlight kisses up my thighs, sending shivers down my spine. My fingers tangled in his hair, tugging gently as I pulled away, teasing him.
Henry groaned softly, eyes filled with hunger as he looked up at me. "Allow me to worship you, my goddess."
His words sent a rush of heat through me, making my heart pound. "You sure know how to make a woman feel wanted," I purred, leaning closer.
I could feel his heartbeat racing as I lifted him to his feet. Our faces were inches apart, breaths mingling. His lips hovered over mine, and then finally he kissed me.
It wasn't just a kiss; it was a slow-burning fire, a collision of need and desire. His tongue teased mine, coaxing me into a rhythm that left me breathless. I moaned softly against his lips, surrendering to the intoxicating pull between us.
His hands traveled down my back, pressing me closer. His touch was firm yet gentle, his fingers exploring the curve of my waist before sliding lower. He traced slow, lazy circles against my skin, igniting every nerve ending.
I gasped when his lips trailed down to my earlobe, his breath warm against my skin. "You're breathtaking," he murmured. "I could get lost in you."
A soft sigh escaped me as his lips found the sensitive spot on my neck. He kissed and nipped, leaving a trail of pleasure in his wake.
I let my hands explore his body, tracing the lines of his toned chest through his shirt. With deliberate slowness, I slid my fingers down to his waistband.
He groaned, his body reacting instantly. "Camila…" My name left his lips like a prayer.
A mischievous smile curled my lips. "Do you always beg so easily?"
His chuckle was dark, full of promise. "Only when it's for you."
I pulled his shirt over his head, my fingers mapping his bare skin. His body was sculpted, every muscle defined and tempting. My mouth watered at the sight of him.
I pressed my lips to his chest, trailing kisses downward. I could feel the tension in his body, the barely contained restraint. It sent a thrill through me.
When I reached his belt, I glanced up at him. "May I?"
His jaw clenched, his breath hitching. "If you stop now, I might lose my mind."
With slow, deliberate movements, I unbuckled his belt and slid his pants down. His arousal was evident, straining against the fabric.
I traced my fingers along his length, earning a sharp intake of breath. "You're…" My voice faltered as I took in his size. "Wow."
He chuckled, the sound deep and full of amusement. "I'll take that as a compliment."
I looked up at him, my lips curving into a smirk. "Oh, it is."
His eyes darkened as he reached for me, flipping out positions so that I was now against the wall. My breath hitched as his fingers found the zipper of my dress, dragging it down with agonizing slowness.
The fabric pooled at my feet, leaving me exposed. His gaze raked over me, hunger flashing in his eyes.
"You're perfect," he murmured, tracing a finger down my arm.
I shivered at his touch, my body aching for more. "Then show me," I challenged.
His lips crashed against mine, raw and desperate. He pressed me against the wall, our bodies flushing together. I could feel the heat radiating from him, his need matching mine.
His hands explored, caressing every inch of my body. When his fingers brushed over my hardened peaks, I gasped, arching into his touch.
"You're so sensitive," he murmured, rolling my nipples between his fingers.
A whimper escaped me. "Henry…"
He groaned in response, his lips replacing his hands. He sucked gently before flicking his tongue, making me cry out.
"More," I breathed, tugging him closer.
His fingers trailed lower, teasing the sensitive spot between my thighs. When he finally touched me, I shuddered, my body trembling under his expert hands.
"You're so wet," he murmured against my skin. "So ready for me."
I bit my lip, my fingers digging into his shoulders. "Then what are you waiting for?"
His eyes met mine, a storm of emotions swirling within them. "I want to take my time," he admitted, his voice husky. "I want to memorize every reaction, every sound you make."
A slow, sensual smile spread across my lips. "Then do it."
He lifted me effortlessly, wrapping my legs around his waist. His hardness pressed against me, teasing, tempting.
I gasped when he pushed inside, stretching me inch by inch. My fingers dug into his back as pleasure consumed me.
Henry groaned, his forehead resting against mine. "You feel incredible."
"So do you," I whispered, my breath coming in shaky gasps.
He moved slowly at first, letting me adjust. But as the pleasure built, so did our urgency. Our movements became frantic, desperate.
Each thrust sent waves of ecstasy crashing over me. I clung to him, lost in the intoxicating pleasure of his body against mine.
"Henry," I moaned, my body tensing as I reached the peak.
"Come for me, Camila," he whispered against my lips.
With one final thrust, pleasure exploded through me. I trembled in his arms, my body shattering beneath the intensity of my release.
Henry groaned, following me into bliss. His body stiffened, then relaxed, his breath ragged against my ear.
For a moment, we stayed like that entwined, breathless, lost in the aftermath.
Finally, he pulled back slightly, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. "You're incredible."
I smiled, tracing a finger over his jaw. "So are you."
His arms tightened around me, his expression suddenly serious. "Camila… this wasn't just a one-time thing for me."
My heart skipped a beat. "What do you mean?"
He hesitated, then cupped my face gently. "I want more. I don't want to walk away from this."
My breath caught. This was supposed to be nothing more than a fleeting moment. A night of passion, nothing more.
But looking into his eyes, I felt something stir inside me, something dangerous.
Could I let him in? Could I risk getting hurt?
I didn't have an answer.
So instead of responding, I kissed him again, letting passion drown out the uncertainty.