Luna Sienna

The door was locked. I saw Cameron locked it, or did he? I don’t even care. After a bottle of champagne, two cocktails, and three shots of vodka, why should I care anymore? All I know is there is a warm body, Cameron’s body, in my arms, and his lips are hot.

**Knock Knock**

“I think they are cleaning the restroom. Let’s find another one down the hall,” I heard a voice said that from the other side of the door. I stay quiet until the sound of the footstep disappeared.

Looking up at the man whose idea was to escape into the restroom, his eyes show a childish, playful glint that I find so charming.

“What if we are caught?” I said it against his neck and nibbled it as he laughed. Despite our predicament, he seems to not be in any rush.

“They are welcomed to watch.” He said huskily. He kisses me again. His tongue meets mine, and I moan to the taste of the cocktail that still lingers in his mouth. He is intoxicating, and I am intoxicated by the taste of him. It doesn’t matter that we quarreled bitterly before the ball. What matters is this moment.

His tongue twirls inside my mouth, exploring me, making me need him more. His fragrance envelops me—the burst of the freshness and woody smell of his perfume heightens her desire.

As Cameron’s lips move down to my neck, I unbutton his white waistcoat. His black tailcoat was on the restroom floor minutes ago. The need to touch his skin is immense.

“I bloody hate white tie dress code….” I struggle to unbutton anything at all in this condition.

“But you like looking at me wearing it.” He bit my neck, and I moaned to the feeling of his teeth on her sensitive skin. I let the man be the one leading. He grabs my hands and kisses my fingers; I feel his hot lips and tongue there too.

“Let me do it, Sienna. I believe your dress could grant me access much easier.” There is an arrogant tone to his voice that raises the room temperature. I hate it. But damn me, I know what will follow when he says that.

He pushes me against the cold wall and got on his knees. He gathers the brim of the black chiffon dress in his hand and lifted it up, showing my long thin legs. I wear the red lace underwear I know he likes, and he takes a deep inhale as he sees it.

Cameron hastily pulls it down to my ankle and rushes to my most vulnerable part.

“Ahh….ahh…ahh! Cameron!” I scream his name and grab onto his brown hair. His tongue is touching me there—its tip massaging it and his mouth sucking hard. My other hand clasps my mouth to stop myself from screaming too loud.

“Spread your legs wider, Sienna.” And I comply. I am wet for him, and I need more.

Two fingers intrude inside me as his mouth still sucks my sensitive part. I let out a guttural sound and grit my teeth to prevent the sound from getting too loud.

His hand moves rhythmically and faster by the second.

The room is filled with the sound of his fingers getting in and out of me. I was climbing to the height of passion slowly.

A little bit more. Just a bit faster. Just more….

Then he stops. Instantaneously, I protest.