Our love

Chapter 36: Orange juice

Why don't I want children. Well the easy answer to that is my role models fucked it up and never taught me well. now leading me to think I don't have a good head on my shoulders to do that.

I know Emilio wants kids but I'm scared to give in as I'm also unsure of loving someone more then him..

That's pretty fucked up to say as I'm being selfish in the matter that I'm not first with him anymore and then the second choice but that's what to expect as I've only cared about myself in my life.

I've given plenty yet I feel I owe so much.

I just really don't understand why ?

I mean shit I can't even take care of myself half of the time.

A child too...

"Where is she!". His loud and obnoxious voice growls from out this empty and ice cold room I lay almost frozen and paralyzed in..

My mouth sits dry and parched and my low and sore eyes glance at the orange juice laying on the ground sideways.

As the shaking and twisting on the door nob echos and shakes through my ear his pinching and painful hot hands attach and stick on my waist, my body then thrown up carefully and his worried eyes latching onto mine..

"What the fuck is wrong with her, she's ice cold" he hisses, his hands lifting me into his body and hugging my tightly. The air and surrounding still blurred and difficult

"Uh- she didn't drink her orange juice" the woman pleads. Emilio then leaning over with my dense and limp body held in his arms and the orange juice fixing my sight..

"So stubborn Michelle, you really are" he snaps, the orange juice being turnt open with two fingers and forced into my mouth.

As I watch his amused but worried eyes with mine the cold liquid flows down my throat and his shaky hand holds a tight grasp around the bottle. Unsure just when to pull it out....

He forces it out of my mouth before pushing his body forward and latching his lips onto mine. his hands now slithering and tickling my scalp as they wrap around my head quickly...

I push my face forward in act to increase and deepen the kiss as I miss the feeling of his soft and rough touch on and attached to mine.

his body finds its way in between my thighs and I feel as my patience shoots through the roof with need..

As I gaze at the jealous and surprised nurse she gives me a dirty glare before storming and exiting the room. Emilio still weighing my body down with his.

I now lay underneath him with the flavour of warm and faint orange juice mixing through our mouths and the warm sensation of our bodies close and heated together.

I shut my eyes slowly and feel as his fingers latch onto all parts of me but stop at the bottom of my shirt, slowing letting it rise with his fists balling..

When he pulls away my soft and shallow eyes look up at him, his dark and heated.

"Michelle don't talk" he warns faintly. Raising my shirt fully and revealing my perky and sore breasts..

As I swallow in little discomfort of what's revealed the shirt is pulled over my lips but then surprisingly stopped.

I furrow my eyebrows and use my weak hands to fix this stupid mistake. Quickly being tied with one of his and slammed over my head..

"What did I just tell you" he whispers, his face so close to mine I can feel his warm breathing bounce of my throbbing lips.

I bite down on my words and feel as his free hand slithers up my chest and cups my breast gently. His two fingers then twisting and fidgeting with my aching nipples..