The Victim

68 BONUS| innocent

S A R A H

A huge howl of laughter escapes my mouth, once I find myself in his embrace. "D-Darek, I think that's enough now love," And to my luck, he stopped.

I can't help but fail at suppressing my smile. He always knew how to make me smile. He always listened, he cared for me. Too much sometimes.

"I'm going to get the snacks babe, you can find a movie,"

"Already on it," His tan skin was glistening and it reminded  me of men in the movies. He looked unreal, out of this world and I couldn't believe that I got a chance to hold him again. The chance to call him mine. His
green eyes that fit perfectly-  with his olive complexion-- roamed around the TV  screen.  He wore nothing but a pair of grey sweats- don't ask me how it even got there, but the image always  had me distracted.

He shifts a bit, his body moving at a normal pace but in my head it was all in slow motion. His dark black hair
hair was messy and slightly wet. I smiled, my chest fluttering. This work of art was mine.

"Beauty, you're making it so hard  not to toss you over this couch,"

"Why wait, then?" What I say, shocks me too. His eyes are now dark and I was succeeding. Our eyes never leave each other, with every step he takes. It felt like I was waiting an eternity, a certain impatience I wasn't used to, had just exposed itself. So I inch myself closer to him until we're  inches away from each other.  My palm rests on the back of his neck, and I stand on my tip toes. He seems to notice, so he lifts me up by the waist and my ass lands on  the kitchen counter.

Not even a second later, our lips are touching. The warmth in it, makes me melt almost. Our tongues dance with one other, and I can't seem to get enough of him. I caress his naked upper body, feeling every part him. Embedding the image but neither of us pull away from the kiss. I feel his big hand on my waist, while his fingers  linger on  the  hem of my tee. This slightly brings me back to reality. I was not wearing a bra. Breaking  the kiss, my eyes catch his swollen lips and I can only imagine  mine are far worse. I gulp.

His hand travels  up to my back, and he draws tiny circles. "Trust me," his voice is so husky, I get distracted. I almost forgot what he said. And now I'm looking into his eyes, I did trust him. No doubt.

I just... didn't trust myself.

He places feathery kisses on my shoulder. "It's okay, beauty." He seems so genuine. "You don-"

"I want you," I whisper. I use my hands to remove my oversized tee, leaving me half naked in front of him. With only my panty on. His eyes  leave mine, and travel down to my chest. "Beautiful," I smile a small smile. His lips find my neck this time and I can't seem to hold  back a moan. I clench my legs, and I could almost see the smirk on his face. He travels from my neck, my collarbone, all the way down to my boobs. He sucks  onto my nipple, causing my breathe to hitch and for my legs  to lock tighter. He goes from slow and gentle,  to aggressively faster as he doesn't seem to forget the  other one. My nails dug onto his back, this was ecstacy.

While I was enjoying the treatment, it didn't seem to last as he separated both my legs. He opens the door to his bedroom and I was grateful for the fact that, we weren't in my house. He guides me to his bed, my fingers linger on his v-line, and I hear a groan for him. "Beauty," his jaw clenches and I look at him with such innocence. I play with the waistband of his sweatpants and I can see his holding back.

"You've been such a bad, bad girl, beauty," He somewhat gets closer, I don't know how considering we were already too  close for comfort. I feel his hard shaft on my navel and I let out a tiny gasp.