Cecilia
I wake up to his warmth surrounding me. I breathe him in, loving the feeling. I know it’s wrong, but I can’t help it.
I had a great dream that none of it ever happened. That we were happy. That we were in love.
The dream turned dirty quickly, and now I’m burning with desire.
And I hate myself for it.
I crave intimacy. His touch. Our love.
I slide my leg up against his hardness. I press into it, and he groans.
“Sunshine, after the noises you were making in your sleep, I’m barely hanging on. If you keep touching my cock, I’m not going to be able to restrain myself,” he grunts out.
His hands abandon me, and he raises them above his head, as though every touch tempts him.
And damn it, I feel the same.
I know I shouldn’t but at the same time, I’m being forced here against my will. And I’m so needy. And he knows how tomake me feel good. What if I use him just this once? Just to get some relief. It doesn’t have to mean I forgive him.
I trail my hand down his chest and slide it under his boxers. I grip his cock.
“Cecilia, you’re playing with fire,” he warns me darkly.
I stroke up and down once, then again.
That’s all it takes for him to flip us over so he’s hovering over me.
“I can’t take you soft and sweet like usual. It’s been too long. My hand can only give me so much relief,” he warns, and I smile.
“Do it. I want it hard and rough,” I tell him.
That’s how I need it. I can’t make love with him. It’ll break me. This is purely physical.
He groans then leans down to kiss me.
I turn my head away, not able to give in to that intimacy.
“Sunshine, you can pretend to hate me. You can use my body to get your release. But you will kiss me while doing it. I won’t let this be meaningless for you. Because it never is for me. So, when you use me, you’re going to know it’s your Roman, your hero,” he growls then dips his head.
The moment his mouth locks with mine, I lose all sense of control.
I run my fingers through his short hair and press his lips harder to mine. He nips my bottom lip, demanding entry, and I comply. His tongue duels mine, and it’s a fight for dominance. A fight he easily wins.
I slide my other hand over his shoulders, down his back, then over his chest.
He groans at every touch.
When I finally try to pull back, desperate for air, he trails his lips down my neck, biting, sucking, marking me. It feels like the first breath after being underwater for too long.
He keeps going, past my collarbone, to the swell of my breasts.
He rips open my nightgown, fully exposing me down to my panties.
With my breasts on display, he attacks. He leaves marks on the soft tissue, then plays with my nipples, nibbling and sucking them. I can’t hold back my moans. I push his head down, needing more. One of his hands finds my other breast and starts tweaking the nipple.
His other hand travels down my body and into my panties. He finds my soaked center and groans.
