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I opened my eyes slowly, trying to shield myself from the curtain's light, and heard a hammering voice say, "Okay, okay, I will turn it in soon."
"Well, she's up fantastic!" he exclaimed.
I hope this doesn't happen again; he wakes me up early every morning, says we're going somewhere, and then leaves me in the middle of the day.
I nearly said to myself, "Get a job," as I banged my head into the fluffy cushion.
Hoping on the bed, he remarked, "Stop being a downer; today is going to be fun." "Maybe you'll even find some really gorgeous chicks today," he said with a grin.
"Fuck off," I said, loud enough for him to hear me through the pillow.
"Okay, have it your way then," he whispers softly as he gets close to my ear.
I'm not sure what he means when he says this, but typically it indicates that he will tickle me and he knows how much I hate being tickled.
Mike roughly twists my body around to face him while maintaining a tight grasp on my arms. He glances at my lips, then at me, and he slowly moves his lips to my jawline as I gasp in such a sudden motion. His thick, croaky voice touched my delicate skin, "I'm going to make this last forever."
I'm scared of what he's going to do, wondering if his thin arms will be used to tackle me or tease me.
"Shhhh, it's okay, relax," his soft voice brushes against my ear, and he begins to nibble softly on my neck.
I love how he understands how easily I get lost in my thoughts.
What did I do to deserve this good man
He nibbles on my neck like a famished loin, balancing his hand on my cheek. His other hand reaches down to the bottom of my sweater.
His gentle hand slinks up to my bra strap, taking it slowly down my arm before hurling it across the room and whispering in my ear sweet things to calm me down. I wince a little as he creeps his hand back up to the orbs and lightly strokes it. "Relax," he mumbles as I rest one palm on the back of his neck. Is it appropriate for me to kiss the back of his neck? I'm not sure how I feel about it.
If I give him hickeys, I'm concerned he won't like the feeling of my nibbling on his neck. He removes his hand from my check and, like he did with my bra, grabs the neck of my sweater, pulls it up slowly, and throws it across the room. Then, he gently puts his hand back on my orbs and begins to rub them.
I find this annoying.
"Mike You shouldn't be touching me, I say.
His voice gets more forceful, "Don't worry, I've got you, just stay still," as he begins to vigorously stroking my breasts.
"Mike, please stop, I don't want to do this,"
I cry out in pain.
Why is he using such force?
He yells, "Fuck off, I'm doing this for you." " You're hurting me." I nearly yell back.
He gets out of bed and moves toward the door, saying, "Oh, I was just trying to make you feel better, but I'm sorry I was so stupid to do that." My tremulous voice reverberates throughout the building as I hear the door open, "Wait, Mike, I didn't-"
