Camille Syanna

I was arranging the flowers I picked outside in an old vase I found upstairs when ZA came down. I woke up with a bitching headache from drinking last night and a couple of hours ahead of him. Hindi na rin kasi ako mapakali habang natutulog siya sa tabi ko kanina. Kaya inabala ko na lang ang aking sarili sa pamimitas ng bulaklak sa labas. Isa pa, I missed arranging flowers and making things prettier.

I couldn't say if what happened last night was a mistake because if it was, I wanted it. It was something I did hastily, a spur of the moment, but I wanted it. ZA and I were both controlled by passion and our own desires. And I felt a little embarrassed to admit that it was me who wanted more. If ZA hadn't stopped and taken control of the situation, things that couldn't be undone might have happened.

"Do you want to eat?" ZA asked.

I shook my head in response. Mas na itinuon ko ang aking atensyon sa ginagawa. ZA had sunflowers and roses in his backyard. I wasn't sure if he knew that, but it was beautiful outside.

"Are you sure?" He probed.

Tumango ako. I didn't know what to tell him, or how to speak to him after last night. Lord, I couldn't even look at him! Pakiramdam ko'y malulusaw ako sa pagkapahiya sakaling gagawin ko iyon.

"That looks beautiful," ZA commented on what I was doing. And as if his presence weren't enough, he walked up to me and took the space beside me. "Where did you get them?"

See? He didn't know he had them in his backyard. "Outside,"

"It's beautiful, Cams."

I shrugged. Bright colors such as reds and oranges tend to pair well with yellow. "It would be even better with snapdragons and chrysanthemums."

"Have you always been this good with flowers?" He asked.

"When I was younger we had a huge garden in our house. Mom would grow orchids, roses, tulips, and sunflowers. And I'd always loved watching them grow." I told him with a smile on my face as I finish the arrangement. "I used to pick a stem or two every day to display in my room. I always thought flowers make everything more beautiful than they already were."

"That was how you became a florist..."

"I loved the aesthetics," I said. "And how they bloomed wildly."

"If you were a flower, what would you be?" ZA asked.

"A rose," I could see in his reaction that he expected my answer. "Because roses are so beautiful you wouldn't see the pain of thorns in it."

He nodded, inching closer to me. "But to me, you're a wildflower. You allow yourself to grow in all the places people thought you never would."

"Do you really think I'm growing?" I turned to look at him. "You're not just saying that because of what happened the other night?"

I regretted asking him that question the very moment it slipped out of my mouth.

"Why? What happened last night?" ZA teased. I didn't like the way he was making his voice sound rough. Our arms brushed and that made me more tense. "Hmm?"

I really wished God would knock me off my feet, and I would fall to the ground, head first. But I didn't see that happening sooner because images of last night came flooding my precious memory.

I was already naked above the bed when I looked up at ZA. He undressed me in a matter of seconds, proving how he had mastered everything in this department.

ZA took his time staring at me. It was as if he was trying to engrave me in his memory. His eyes were greener with desire and intense want. That only made me feel hotter! My hands were on the verge of pulling the sheets over my body, but I wanted ZA to see me. I wanted him to look. God, I wanted him to do more than just that.

"God, baby, you are perfect." ZA breathed against my skin while he positioned himself on top of me. "You are more beautiful than I imagine you would be."

My legs automatically parted like the red sea when ZA's hand slid southward. I moaned as he captured my lips in a soft but carnal kiss. He shoved his tongue inside my mouth, tasting every bit of me. It was so good that I was afraid it would end.

"Andrei..." I cried out his name as pleasure took over my entire being.

I had never known how cloud nine must have felt until now.

ZA dug a finger into the sensitive walls of my femininity. I bit back a groan of discomfort and began kissing him back. He groaned, liking my responses.

I loved how his fingers work to give me volts of sensation I had never felt in my life. ZA wasn't gentle. He wasn't trying to be. He wanted me to feel him and all the things that he could do to me. And I wanted that too.

I throw my head back when his lips finally freed mine. ZA's kisses trailed down to my jaw and into my neck, sucking every sensitive part of it. He knew how easily I bruise, but he didn't care. He wanted to leave traces of him in my body, and the idea of it brought unwarranted heat to my system.

"Oh, God!" I moaned when I felt his hand hitched up from my waist to the side of my left breast.

Ecstatic and electrifying, were the words I could think of that best described how his thumb was making me feel. He played with my already erect nipple. He was making me crazy and wanting.

"A-Andrei..." My hand helplessly reached for something to hold onto, and it found his head. I clutched my fingers around the strands of his hair, arching my back, wanting him to taste me fully.

My breasts were completely under the spell of ZA's mouth. He was kissing them one after the other. And it was extremely hot, I couldn't breathe.

ZA made it clear that he was hungry for me.

And it was high time to admit that I was hungry for him too.

I screamed and pulled some strands of his hair when he thrust his middle finger inside me. He was fully inside and it was painful! It felt like my walls were breaking into million tiny pieces.

I opened my eyes only to find out that ZA was watching me all along! God, I didn't feel particularly pretty at this time. And I didn't want him to see me this way! But what should I do? His finger is inside me! Buried deeply!

"ZA, it's masakit..."

"I know, baby. I know..." he started rubbing the sensitive bud with his thumb as he withdrew his finger gently and thrust it again halfway. He repeatedly did that until pleasure overrides the initial pain. "You like that now, huh?"

A tiny voice inside my head kept telling me that this was something I was going to regret sooner. Oh, the last time I checked, tomorrow was old enough to take care of itself.

ZA was all I could think of right now. The things that he was making me feel. The emotions he was waking in me that I didn't know I had.

He worshiped me in ways I never imagined someone would do to me. ZA ran his lips over every inch of my body, making me feel I was his.

And maybe, I was.

I was beginning to dissect that thought when pulled away. I felt exposed! My protests were cut short when ZA parted my legs wider. He stretched my groins to their limits.

I pulled myself up to watch what he was about to do.

"You're not going to eat me, are you?" My voice trembled in excitement.

"Oh, I will..." and if it wasn't the sexiest drawl I'd ever heard. I didn't know what was.

ZA positioned his face down my v. I swallowed in anticipation of how good the next things were going to be.

"Oh, God!" I cried, the Meg Ryan way. I felt his lips trailing kisses around my folds, and then he gently sucked it with his tongue slowly licking its way in.

I was moving my hips to meet his movements. ZA continued licking, teasing, and sucking on my clit. I tried to stop him when I felt something inside me was building up and it might explode. But he grabbed my ass and pressed it harder onto his face until I squirted what I was trying to control.

My first orgasm was ecstatic.

It was unexplainable.

ZA groaned. "That was the sweetest thing I'd ever tasted..."

He was cleaning me up with his tongue, lips, and mouth. I felt embarrassed but didn't have the energy to fight him.

My cheeks were burning in shame. The realization of what just happened had dawned on me. ZA was the first man I ever allowed to touch and kiss me where he touched and kissed me. I was trying to find regret in my chest but couldn't.

And when I thought we were over, ZA climbed on top of me. "We're not done yet, baby..."

His voice was huskier and needier this time. He reached for my hand without breaking our gazes. I let him take it down to the thing poking inside his shorts.

"I'm not done with you..." he groaned helplessly.

My hand was on its own. It went inside his shorts and boldly reached for his mad shaft.

ZA groaned again. It was hard for him to control himself and let me lead. But he was giving me the same power I had given him when I submit to his touch not too long ago.

"Baby, stroke it..."

And I thought he couldn't be any sexier.

I did as I was told. I pushed down the waistband of his shorts with my toes, and I knew he loved that. I felt it when he squeezed my butt cheek ever so gently.

I looked down because I wanted to see what I set free. I gasped when a blue-vein penis sprung to life. It was massive, hard, and alive. My fingers trembled when I touched it again. It hardly fits in my tiny hand, but God, do I love how it pulsates in my palm.

"It doesn't bite. But it stabs..." he chuckled, biting his lower lip to control himself and let me have my moment. "Calm him down... baby, calm me down."

I slowly stroke his shaft, still in awe of how I was making him feel. ZA buried his face under the crook of my neck, giving me control.

"Faster, Cams..." he requested. I obliged.

The faster I stroke the more it poked my entrance. God, the tip of his cock felt good against my skin. I moaned and wanted to feel more of him there.

"R-rub it in me, please..." I begged. Why the hell did I do that? I wasn't sure!

ZA growled, not wanting but wanting. He positioned the tip against my entrance and rubbed it. It was beyond good.

A few seconds later, ZA release his load on my stomach like how it was on X-rated films.

We did it three times last night and it was always better than the last. But that was it. I was still a virgin through and through.

But darn, if I didn't feel a little dirty.

"A penny for your thoughts," ZA pulled me back to the presence. He took my hand and brought it to his lips with a smirk. He knew exactly what I was thinking. Damn him for knowing too much!

Mabilis kong binawi ang aking kamay mula sa kanya atsaka tumayo. I was about to storm out when he quickly grabbed me by the waist pulling me down to his lap.

"A little moody, are you?" Puna niya. His hand crawled up inside my shirt and found my breast under the brassiere I was wearing.

"Ano ba, ZA?" Pilit kong pinipigilan madala na naman sa kanyang mga haplos.

Kasi, ano? Sisimulan na naman niya akong painitin tapos wala naman siyang balak na ituloy? It would only make me want him more! And if this was his game, I rather not play. He was a cherry tease, and I hate him for making me feel like he wanted me so much to taste me all over, but not enough to fuck me senselessly.

I never liked mind games.

"I rather you reserve yourself," bulong niya na tila ba nababasa ang aking naiisip.

Pagalit ko siyang nilingon. "Really, ZA?! Eh, 'di sana naisip mo 'yan kagabi before you open my mind to sensations I never knew I wanted!"

"Yeah," he shrugged. "I wasn't thinking. Sue me."

"If you rather I reserve myself then you shouldn't have made me feel how it was to be almost fucked and dicked downed." I saw how surprised ZA was by my boldness. Hell, I was surprised by myself too. "Because right now, ZA, all I could think of is us doing it all-the-fucking-way."

Last night, I felt rejected. And I was never rejected by anyone in my life. So, it was new to me.

"God dammit, Camille." He sighed frustratedly. "I just want you to reserve yourself for when I deserve you the best. Because if you haven't already realized, I was trying nose to the grindstone. But do you really want me inside you now? Akin na, halika dito. I'll give you what you want."

What ZA said confused me. What does he mean by trying? How?

I swallowed and composed myself, braving his gaze. He was looking at me as if he meant all the words that slipped out of his mouth.

"I changed my mind," I tilted my chin and averted my gaze elsewhere. "If you want me, and if you really want me. You have to work thrice as hard."

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