“Technically, I didn’t say anything about the activities I had in mind before the sleeping,” she said as she slid her hand into the waistband of my pants, grabbing my a ss. I didn’t need any further encouragement I pulled her on top of me, her lips finding mine immediately. I loved it when she took control, but she felt almost desperate for me. I grabbed my shirt that she was wearing, ripping it open. She laughed against my lips.
“Now you ha te your own shirts too? What do you have against clothing?”
“Only the clothing that’s on you. And it’s my shirt. I can ruin it If I want to.” My hands explored her body while she continued to laugh at me. I hooked my thumbs into her panties, ripping them off too, as I smirked at her. She grabbed my hands placed them back on her hips, encouraging me to keep them roaming over her body. your tou she said, still gulding my hands over her body
Her breath caught every time and it was almost my undoing each time.
Once she was adjusted to having me inside her, she moved her hips against me. She was still desperate for me, like she couldn’t get close enough to me. Her mouth was on mine, her kiss unrelenting. Like she was asking me to match her.
It suddenly hit me. She needed assurance. She needed to know that she was the only one for me and would always be the only one for me. I let go. No more holding back. Ever again. I was always worried I would hurt her, but I think she could feel me holding back and took it for something else. She was trying to connect the last part of my soul that was holding back with the last part of hers that was scared to show itself.
I grabbed her, rougher than I’d ever grabbed her before. I expected her to tense, but she did the opposite. She completely surrendered. In one motion, I pushed her on her back and I was on top of her. My mo uth was on every inch of her body, like I would never be able to get enough of her. I kept the rhythm slower, but I didn’t hold back. I slammed into her roughly with each thrust. At first, she held onto my shoulders, but she let go and put her arms over her head. She was completely lost in the feeling, and she never looked more beautiful. She had her eyes closed, fully taking in every sensation I was making her feel. I couldn’t stop watching her. It made me want to keep going forever.
I felt her getting closer to her orgasm. She opened her eyes, looking me in the eyes as she got closer and closer. She was driving me crazy, without even trying. My lips found hers for a moment before she threw her head back, moaning loudly as her entire body spasmed in complete pleasure. I kept going, trying to draw it out as long as possible. She was the only woman I’d been with that was able to do that. It was impressive. It was also an ego boost for me, so I did it as often as possible.
She did not disappoint. As soon as I thought she was coming down, I thrust harder into her and she would crash over the edge again. She kept going until I knew I wouldn’t be able to last much longer. As soon as I felt her starting to build again, I let myself finish with her. I collapsed on top of her, completely out of breath. I felt her hands in my hair, lightly running over the back of my head and my neck.
I wrapped my arms around her, rolling onto my back so she would be lying on top of me. She was just as out of breath as I was. She quietly laid on top of me until her breathing normalized, her fingers tracing random patterns on my chest. I kissed the top of her head and heard her make the cooing noise she made when she was sleeping. I knew she was falling asleep, if not asleep. already. I lightly ran my hands over her back and through her hair. She snuggled into me, her fingers starting to lightly play her song on my heart
Ivan
The last thing I remember was seeing tears streaming down Sephie’s face as we stood by the front door of the house. I pulled her to me, trying to comfort her. Everything started to go black, but I could still hea her voice. I felt calm when I heard her voice. This has never happened before.
I knew I was hurt badly. I couldn’t feel anything, but I knew enough to know that it never turned out well when my heart was racing that much or when it was that difficult to catch my breath. I knew I was going to end up in the hospital. Fu ck.
I lost her voice. I started to panic. I knew what was coming. I knew what I was going to have to live through again. I’m so tired. I don’t know if I have the strength to go through it again.
Just when I start to vaguely see the outline of the as shole doctor that used to torture me, I hear her voice again and he disappears. She’s talking to me like I’m there with her, but I can’t see anything but darkness around me. Better that than the as shole doctor.
I can feel her hands trying to move me, then she laughs. I want to laugh with her. She has no idea what her laugh does for me. Her laugh is a reminder to keep going. It seems si lly. It’s such a small thing, but she literally radiates joy when she smiles. Even though she’s been through more than most. Her laugh is what gives me the strength to keep going. If for no other reason than to make sure she’s always safe enough to keep smiling. Keep laughing.
I can hear another voice talking to her. She sounds upset now, but the other voice is one I vaguely recognize. She’s worried for me. This must be worse than I thought. I can feel movement. I lose her for a minute, but then she’s back, talking again. As long as I can hear her voice, she keeps the doctor away.
She’s telling me they’re taking me to the hospital, but she promises she won’t leave me. More movement, more voices. Some familiar, some not. I can feel her next to me. She’s raising her voice, she sounds frantic. Suddenly she’s gone. I can’t hear her. It can’t feel her. She’s gone.
I start to see the outline of the as shole doctor coming into view. He always looked like he enjoyed seeing me suffer. It didn’t matter how long he kept me from eating, how long he left me in complete darkness, he would always look happy to see me miserable. Si ck fu ck. I can see him leaning down to get a closer look at me. I grab his throat, but my arm doesn’t work right. That must be the one I hurt. I make a me ntal note to use the other one next time.
He keeps coming back. I keep trying to get to him. It never seems to matter how many times I try to kill him, he keeps coming back. I fear I’ll never be rid of him. They try to tie me to the bed, but I’m stronger now. They must’ve made the mistake of letting me eat. It makes me stronger. It makes me dangerous. I like being dangerous. I feel myself wanting to take pleasure in watching the doctor fight for his life in my hands.
I can see the doors open and I can see the outline of a woman. I can’t see the details of her face, but I can clearly see that she has red hair. The doctor yells at her, telling her to get out. I don’t remember a redheaded nurse. She’s not safe here. They’ll experiment on her too. Redheads are special too.
She sounds angry. I recognize that anger. That doctor better cover his nose.
I feel hands on my chest. Her hands. It’s her. She’s here.
“Hi, Super Squishy. These fu cking mo rons wouldn’t let me come in with you, but they’ve learned their lesson. I’m not leaving you again. Promise. They need to work on your arm. It’s broken. You’ve lost a lot o blood. I’m going to be here the whole time. I won’t leave you.”
She came back. She didn’t leave me. She came back.
Everything went back to black in front of me. I could hear her voice. It made me feel calm. I hear her tell the doctor that I won’t resist. She keeps talking to me, telling me that they need to fix my arm and that I need to hold still.
I can feel her hand on my chest. I reach up with the arm that apparently works and put my hand over hers. I want to make sure that she stays with me this time. I hear the doctor yell and hear a commotion. She tells them that I’ve been awake the whole time and to hurry up before I lose my patience. That doctor’s nose is still in danger. I squeeze her hand again, this time hoping to keep her from breaking anyone’s nose.
She talks to me the whole time, keeping the doctor away. The darkness is peaceful. It’s quiet here. I like it when I’m here. I’ve never spent this much time here before. Her voice keeps me here, Her voice brings me peace. She quiets my demons.
By the time they’re done with whatever it is they’re doing to my arm, the drugs they tried to sedate me with wear off enough and I can see clearly now. I’m in a room for surgery. I’ve been in plenty of these rooms in my life. They’re all the same. They all sti nk. They’re all cold. They all have the same fluorescent lighting overhead.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.