Sienna White and Her Seven Lovers

         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 my 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 my 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.

He stands up to his full height. We are face to face, and I see his face flushed, his lips and jaw wet. His eyes show a burning animal need.

He kisses me, and I taste my own carnal desire.

“Umm…mmm…” I hear the sound of cloth rustling. Cameron steps back again, and I see his pants are down, and he is putting on a condom. My heartbeat accelerates expectantly as I stare at his impressive rod. This is not our first time, but he never fails to impress me. 

Cameron strokes his thick member a couple of times before proceeding to lift my chiffon dress up again along with my left leg. He pins me to the wall and enters me in one smooth stroke.

“Ahhhh!” Gosh, that is heaven. I feel nothing else but the heat that keeps building up in the core of my body. 

I hear him groan close to my ears, and his guttural sounds mirrored his rough intrusion. Each movement is harsher and more forceful than the last. And I savor every bit of it.

I shift my hip to move along with him until the last stroke when he shudders and lets out a long groan. My eyes are dazed. By instinct, I kiss his cheek to thank him for a magnificent session we just had. 

Cameron takes a few minutes to regain his composure. 

He smiles at me and helps rearrange my dress and put my hair into place. Cameron is careful not to mess with my hair during our lovemaking. We still need to go out and face Society after all.

“I think I am sober,” I said as I put on my lipstick. 

“Then it’s about time we go out and drink more. The night is young. And they brought in a star bartender tonight.” Cameron is styling his hair. He is now looking as immaculate as when we first stepped into the ball.

“How do I look?” I asked, playing with my brunette hair. 

“Marvelous. And how do I look?” He asked in a low voice and gave me his good boy smile.

“You look presentable, except…here.” I wipe off the stain of my rogue color lipstick off his neck.

“Now you are perfect.” His eyes narrowed to my rare compliment.

“Shall we go?” I asked.

“After you, madam.” Cameron opens the restroom door, gestures his hand to the way out, and bows. The man could be nice if he chooses. The problem for me is that he often chooses otherwise. 

As I walk past the door, I grab his hand and pull him to walk beside me. 

We enter the main hall of the Natural History Museum. I look up at the majestic skeleton of the blue whale—being 25 meters in length, it floats majestically in the air and is the centerpiece of the hall.

No one recognizes that we left for a long while. How could they when the music is that loud and the shows are that wondrous?