Tainted Desires | 18+

36 - Depature

Mirabelle Morrison

As I busied myself with preparing breakfast, the doubts and uncertainties that had crept into my mind refused to dissipate completely. I know I should not have anything to worry about with Terrence choosing to travel alone. But with his mother bringing up how his marriage was on the basis of mere business relations and his father bringing up the accident he was in years ago, we had a lot to talk about. The sex we had last night was very much needed after so many weeks of restraint. However, I still wanted clarity.

Dumping the last batch of pancakes onto the plate, the sound of heavy footsteps approached the kitchen. I took a deep breath, steeling myself to put on a brave face, determined not to let my thoughts and uncertainties show. I didn't want Terrence to notice the turmoil that had been brewing within me.

He entered the kitchen, and I greeted him with a smile, trying to appear unaffected by the lingering questions in my mind. I couldn't help but wonder if he had sensed that something was amiss, especially when I had pulled away from him earlier. But since he hadn't brought it up, I assumed he was unaware of my internal struggle. And part of me wanted to keep it that way, at least for now.

I focused on the pancakes, ensuring that they looked appetizing and distracting myself from the thoughts that threatened to consume me. I wanted this morning to be a moment of tranquillity and connection, free from the weight of my concerns.

"Breakfast is ready," I said, my voice laced with warmth and cheerfulness, hoping that it would be enough to mask the unease within me. I motioned for him to take a seat at the table, eager to create a sense of normalcy in the midst of our shared uncertainties.

A playful grin spread across his face as he drew closer to where I stood, his arm loosely encircling my waist. "I must say, I quite enjoy seeing you like this," he whispered, his words filled with a mixture of desire and admiration. "Wearing nothing but my shirt."

I couldn't help but feel a flicker of excitement at his touch, momentarily forgetting the doubts that had consumed me earlier. His hand trailed down, grazing my backside, and a surge of desire coursed through my veins, clouding my thoughts.

"I like seeing you like this," he came closer to where I stood, loosely snaking an arm around my waist. "In nothing but my shirt."

"As much as I enjoy this too," I said, my voice tinged with a mix of longing and caution, "we have limited time before your departure."

My worries and doubts started to fade as his hand caressed the curve of my backside, momentarily distracting me from the thoughts that had troubled me earlier. The passion and intensity we had shared the night before resurfaced in my mind, and it was hard to resist his magnetic presence.

"You seem to forget how many times I made you cum last night," he got closer and I swear my knee buckled because his arm tightened around me to keep me steady.

"Terrence," I managed to utter his name, a mixture of desire and caution in my voice.

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my bruised neck, and all coherent thoughts fled from my mind. The sensation was intoxicating, and a soft sigh escaped my lips, betraying my surrender to his touch.

My arms wrapped around his shoulders, urging him to suck my neck harder as I tilted my head to the side. His mouth came up to mine, hard and fast. "Toi seul peux me rendre fou." Only you can make me go crazy. He whispered against my lips as he hoisted me up to sit on the table, my body shuddering at the cold surface that made contact with my skin.

He positioned himself between my legs, his hand following suit. My legs parted voluntarily, giving him permission to touch me however he wanted. It's not like I could deny him of this, I would be refusing myself of pleasure too. I was already wet with how slow his movements were, and he groaned when his fingers made contact with my core.