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moans as I clean the most sensitive parts of his anatomy. He places a chaste kiss on my lips before cutting off the water and climbing out. Wrapping a plush towel around his chiseled hips, he walks back towards me with another towel in his outstretched hands and I gladly walk into him, letting him envelope me in the soft cotton.
He seems in a rather somber mood considering how the last hour has played out and I wonder if he feels the same way about whatever this is. I shouldn't feel saddened by the thought, but for whatever messed up reason I am. For once I want to feel like I have some sort of control over my life. Eric controlled my actions while we were together and again after he left me a broken husk of a girl. No more. I will not be subject to the consequences of someone else’s actions or decisions.
Following him out of the bathroom, I watch blankly, as if my mind's in a fog of denial. Damn that body. Does it have to be this way? Could we try? Or is this just sort of a game, set, match for him? Find the girl, nail her and move on? That's the problem isn't it? I don't know him at all. He doesn't know me. In a perfect world I'm sure we could make it work. Unfortunately, this world isn't perfect and I never get what I truly want. I just have to accept this for what it is.
I sit at the end of the bed and continue to watch as he pulls a pair of boxer shorts out of his dresser. He drops the towel from around his hips and it falls to the floor in a crumpled heap, looking like my thoughts. Dejected.
He pulls the shorts up, covering those sexy little dimples on his ass and I avert my eyes. They travel up the rest of the length of his gorgeous body. Tiny beads of water are dripping from his still wet hair, rolling down the muscles of his well developed back. Bending down he picks up the discarded towel and brings it to his head, rubbing brusquely to divest his silky mop of most of the moisture still lingering there.
He turns around with a small smile playing on his lips that quickly fades once he takes in my morose expression. “Hey, are you okay?” he asks, walking to me and bending down so he's on my level.
“Yeah, I’m just tired.” The lie slips easily off of my tongue, leaving my mouth tasting like dry parched sand. Swallowing hard I continue, “Do you have something I can sleep in?” I force the corner of my mouth to lift, hopefully, successfully ridding him of his concern.
Hooking the towel around my neck, he pulls me closer to him, crashing his mouth onto mine, breathing fire into my mouth that instantly parts to let him in. I immediately return his kiss with a frenzy I had no idea I possessed. He pushes me back onto the bed and straddles my torso, bringing his increasingly swelling cock just inches from my mouth and I can't help but lick my lips.
Pulling the tucked corner of the towel out from between my breasts, he bares me to his steamy gaze and he makes me feel like the most beautiful girl in the world. The way he's looking at me with a deep hunger in his eyes sends all of my willpower to try and remain passive to my feelings right out the window along with my resolve that this thing, whatever it is, will remain a one night affair.
“You could always sleep like this,” he says with the sexiest of grins. I could look at him all day long and not get bored. That's how I know I'm in deep shit here. I'm not strong enough to walk away even if I had to. He's stripped me literally and left me completely defenseless to him.
And that's exactly what I did, curled with my ass snuggled on his thighs, his cock lying thick on my back. Believe me; we made use of each one of the six condoms he brought to bed earlier.
With all of my previous thoughts vanished from my mind, I fall asleep, his strong arms holding me safely, as if that alone chased away all of my prior objections. Well that and all the amazing sex.
Mixed signals
Julian
I know she has doubts. I'm as sure of it as Football season starting in a couple
He seems in a rather somber mood considering how the last hour has played out and I wonder if he feels the same way about whatever this is. I shouldn't feel saddened by the thought, but for whatever messed up reason I am. For once I want to feel like I have some sort of control over my life. Eric controlled my actions while we were together and again after he left me a broken husk of a girl. No more. I will not be subject to the consequences of someone else’s actions or decisions.
Following him out of the bathroom, I watch blankly, as if my mind's in a fog of denial. Damn that body. Does it have to be this way? Could we try? Or is this just sort of a game, set, match for him? Find the girl, nail her and move on? That's the problem isn't it? I don't know him at all. He doesn't know me. In a perfect world I'm sure we could make it work. Unfortunately, this world isn't perfect and I never get what I truly want. I just have to accept this for what it is.
I sit at the end of the bed and continue to watch as he pulls a pair of boxer shorts out of his dresser. He drops the towel from around his hips and it falls to the floor in a crumpled heap, looking like my thoughts. Dejected.
He pulls the shorts up, covering those sexy little dimples on his ass and I avert my eyes. They travel up the rest of the length of his gorgeous body. Tiny beads of water are dripping from his still wet hair, rolling down the muscles of his well developed back. Bending down he picks up the discarded towel and brings it to his head, rubbing brusquely to divest his silky mop of most of the moisture still lingering there.
He turns around with a small smile playing on his lips that quickly fades once he takes in my morose expression. “Hey, are you okay?” he asks, walking to me and bending down so he's on my level.
“Yeah, I’m just tired.” The lie slips easily off of my tongue, leaving my mouth tasting like dry parched sand. Swallowing hard I continue, “Do you have something I can sleep in?” I force the corner of my mouth to lift, hopefully, successfully ridding him of his concern.
Hooking the towel around my neck, he pulls me closer to him, crashing his mouth onto mine, breathing fire into my mouth that instantly parts to let him in. I immediately return his kiss with a frenzy I had no idea I possessed. He pushes me back onto the bed and straddles my torso, bringing his increasingly swelling cock just inches from my mouth and I can't help but lick my lips.
Pulling the tucked corner of the towel out from between my breasts, he bares me to his steamy gaze and he makes me feel like the most beautiful girl in the world. The way he's looking at me with a deep hunger in his eyes sends all of my willpower to try and remain passive to my feelings right out the window along with my resolve that this thing, whatever it is, will remain a one night affair.
“You could always sleep like this,” he says with the sexiest of grins. I could look at him all day long and not get bored. That's how I know I'm in deep shit here. I'm not strong enough to walk away even if I had to. He's stripped me literally and left me completely defenseless to him.
And that's exactly what I did, curled with my ass snuggled on his thighs, his cock lying thick on my back. Believe me; we made use of each one of the six condoms he brought to bed earlier.
With all of my previous thoughts vanished from my mind, I fall asleep, his strong arms holding me safely, as if that alone chased away all of my prior objections. Well that and all the amazing sex.
Mixed signals
Julian
I know she has doubts. I'm as sure of it as Football season starting in a couple
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