The Choice

16) Aurora

I lay on the bed at the same spot he left me arms and legs spread around me. I'm still topless and only in my black panties; well, not sexy at all because it has lip prints all over it.

I feel my heart is about to burst, what happened minutes ago was impossible for me. I never would've never let a man near; especially this part, but I did. I let him and I enjoyed it, it felt euphoric.

I hear the bathroom door open; I grip the covers quickly covering myself; the covers are between my legs and covering my upper body with my legs and hands uncovered and still spread. I stare at the ceiling as if it's the most interesting thing I ever seen when his voice interrupts my thoughts about him, his body, touch, lips, tongue and ...well, yeah. Cock.

"You realize that my mouth was just there, dove?"

"Shut up, please."

I hear him chuckle and feel the bed dip as I widen my eyes when he comes into view instead of the ceiling. Hair again wet, upper body AGAIN shirtless and wait... no pants, but boxer briefs, black designer ones. Even his ass gets to be covered with expensive garments.

My eyes ping pong downstairs and to his face again. He has this lazy grin; fucker is enjoying himself. His hands are on either side of my head and he moves so now he's straddling me. I exhale so I won't scream. God, help my poor heart.

He reaches for the covers on my body, I clutch them, "No!" his smile widens revealing his dimple as he leans in and kisses my jaw then neck. I sigh as I wrap my arms around him when I suddenly feel the cold air on my body as he snatches the covers, "Omer!" He laughs then his face blanks again as he stares at my tits. No, not that look again, it was so hot and had the pain that made my body arch for more. But he doesn't devour me again; instead, a frown is placed on his face. No, please. Not the regret.

"I hurt you." He murmurs, "what?" I look down to find a purple bruise on my right side, I press my mouth into a thin line. It looks so sexy. "Get here." he says as he climbs off of me, I whine at the loss of weight as he pulls me to sit up and carries me wrapping my legs around his waist; supporting my ass with his hands.

I let out a shaky breath because I feel it against me, he does too and leans in to peck my lips as he enters the bathroom. He sets me on the counter and looks around getting a towel, I think?

"Nice ass, Mughrabi." I smirk when he looks me over his shoulder and smiles in return. How could a person be a lot of things at the same time? Sexy and cute?! He wets the towel next to me under the water then turns it off as he comes to stand between my legs. He pulls my hands away as they cover my breasts and places it on the bruise.

"Ah! It's hot." I yelp and he just smiles and pulls it away, fans it then applies it again, but I push it away. "Aurora." he warns and I shake my head, "No, I like it!" He frowns at it, "it looks painful." I shrug, "it's not. -No! I don't want- "Sit still, dove."

I keep pushing when he leaves the bathroom calling on his way, "Do not move." I try to see where did he go, then he comes back. I widen my eyes when he gives me no space to argue as he ties my hands together with his tie.

"Bitch!" I cry as I thrash trying to get out of it as he places the now warm towel.

He leans in kissing my mouth then pulls away, "the next time this pretty mouth curses, it won't have my lips only." He drawls then I pause.

"Fuck, piss, bitch, ass, cunt, - I laugh hysterically as he starts tickling my whole body biting on my shoulder lightly. "Stop! I'll stop. I swear!" I cry as I squirm in his arms.

He stops then continues what is he doing with my boob. I stare down at his manly area as I ask, "How is it not hard when you're looking at me, topless?"

He looks at me and smirks as he finds me looking downstairs. "I'm not an animal, dove. I can control my desires." I raise a brow, "This can happen? I mean is it something you men can control?"

"We can control it if we separate between moments, if we control our thoughts too. I can get hard by only looking at your body, but now is not the time."

I shrug and murmur playing with his tie, "They did that by just looking when I was even fully clothed." He sets down the towel and cups my face to look at him, "No one will ever do that again, you have my word."

I believe him, but ask anyways "how? You couldn't control others." "No, I can. No one can look at Omer Mughrabi's woman in a wrong way. The only way they get to look at you, is with respect." I smile, "Omer." He kisses me before muttering softly, "Yes, dove."

"I want you to be my man-friend." He smiles, "That's not a word, baby." "But you cannot be just a boyfriend!"

He tilts his head, "So, are you implying that we can start dating? Girlfriend and man-friend?"

I nod, he grins and grabs my tied hands, hooks them around his neck as he traps himself between my legs and tied hands then kisses me passionately.