Another roll of thunder rumbled across the sky.
I stood still, tracing the curve of my mouth with my thumb as I reminisced about the kiss. He was an excellent kisser, one who’d been living in my head all day. His touch was electric; it ignited a flame that burned through my body, making me want him more.
The kiss that night revealed one thing: the fact that we both had been craving something intimate with each other.He devoured my lips as though he’d been waiting for that opportunity a long time.
At that moment, nothing else mattered, and we forgot our places in this whole situation. In his arms, I didn’t feel like a prisoner—in fact, I hadn’t felt like that in a while. All I wanted was him. Mind, spirit, soul, and body.
Maybe it was a bit extreme, but that was how I felt. I hadn’t been so horny before, and it seemed to warp my mind. He didn’t know this, but during the time he devoured my lips, I’d already wet my panties.
I was dripping—soaking wet!
If he had dipped his hand in my panties and realized it, he might not have pulled away. He might have lost control and claimed me.
Honestly, I would’ve liked that then.
I still would like that now.
It was shameful to admit, but it was true.
Something about the way he respected my virginity seemed to pull me even closer.
His words still echoed in my head:Since you’re untouched, let’s keep it that way.
That single act changed the game in ways I wasn’t ready for. It was now as though ever since he chose to cherish my body, I found him even more attractive—worthy to be my first.
Again, it was shameful.
But it was the truth.
I’d spent the whole day wondering how it would feel to have him deep inside me. And until now, I hadn’t been able to stop creating intimate scenes in my head.
I’d thought of the different possible ways it could happen, and in all those instances, I was satisfied with the outcome. It was strange how this man had quietly slithered his way into my mind like a deadly snake.
His venom, his actions, had penetrated my soul and were breaking all of my defenses with time. The high walls I built to protect myself were crumbling, leaving me exposed and vulnerable.
I caught a glimpse of myself in the glass at a flash of lightning. My hair was styled into a messy bun on my head, and the left strap of my nightgown had slid off my shoulder.
My body was shaking subtly as I imagined him in the room, doing crazy things to me. In my imagination, his hands were all over my body, and my moans were drowned out by the pouring rain.
I bit my lower lip, my fingers tuning my peaks over the fabric of my dress. It felt good. So good. But it wasn’t enough. Not even close. Instead, it just ended up fanning the flames of my lust.
“Artur,” I murmured his name, legs brushing against each other.
“I’m right here,” he answered from behind.
My breath hitched, eyes widening in shock as I caught his reflection in the glass in front of me.
Shit, shit, shit….
The words spilled out rapidly in my head.
I panicked, my heart racing in my chest as I adjusted the strap hanging off my shoulder. “Hi. Hey—what…what’re….” I turned around, struggling to catch my breath, stuttering. “What’re you doing here—how’d you….” I paused. “How long have you been standing there?”
He hesitated, his voice deep and husky when he said, “Long enough.”
Fuck. He’d caught me. He’d caught me playing with myself while calling his name.
Dang it.