Loving me

What happened

"The journey of a thousand miles begins with one step." Lao Tzu

I feel the softness of the bed under me and I'm scared to open my eyes and face the consequences of my actions. I feel him shift next to me and he sits up and gets out of the bed. Once I hear the door of the bathroom close, I open my eyes and I stare at the ceiling. The light soft beige color of the ceiling has been imprinted in my head and no matter how many times I look at it, it still brings back the same feeling that still make the lower part of my abdomen tighten.

I can't stop looking at it because I like the flashbacks that appear.

His hand is pressed hard on my waist while the other one is holding my neck for better access. His mouth moves in rhythm with mine, for the first time his lips feel possessive and demanding, and somehow it brings out a fire from in me.

"I won't let him have you. I want you and I'm going to fight for you." His voice is hard. He moves his hand from my neck and puts it under my butt and he lifts me up and I put my legs around his waist. He pushes us both against the wall and his lips have now found there way to my neck.

I feel him sucking and biting, imprinting his mark, as if showing me and anyone that looks at it, that I am about to become his. His in body and soul.

I let out a soft moan and I grind on him as he sucks on my weak point. I hear him growl like an animal.

"If you do that again I won't be able to control myself." He murmurs in my ear.

"Then don't." I say and I grind on him once more.

Before I can register anything I feel myself being thrown and I feel myself land on the bed. He looks at me with dark eyes, he leans in and grabs the hem of my dress and pulls the skirt up to my waist.

I look back down and I see my clothes and his scatter around the room. A small part of me regrets it, but the other parts still wants to feel his hands touching me everywhere.

I feel his breathing on my neck and his heartbeat on my chest. I feel the tip of his member enter me, and I prepare myself for what is to come. All I can do is look at the ceiling, as the sensation of him fully entering me takes me by surprise.

I let out a small whimper, and I hear a grunt come from him. I haven't felt like this in such a long time.

He pulls out and slides back in, and again I feel him filling me completely. He is moving so slow that is driving me crazy.

"Please." I plea.

"Please. Faster." I say in between breaths.

He starts going faster, slamming in to me with every thrust. I move my legs around his waist and I push him towards me and I meet every thrust.

"You. Are. Mine. Not. His. Do. You. Hear. Me." He says in between thrust. I feel something tight on the lower part of my abdomen.

No. I don't regret it. I could never regret giving myself to him.

I feel my high getting closer and closer at every thrust. I feel his hand move down to touch me, down there and I finally make it to my high as he begins his too.

"Shit."

A few moments later we both take a breath and he slides out of me and lays beside me. I turn to face him and I soon as I open my mouth he stops me.

"I can't right now." He turns turns the other way and doesn't say anything else, except a small "sleep".

I'm pulled out of my memories as I hear the door to the bathroom open. I sit up and I turn to the man that I had just spend to most wonderful evening with. He just looks at me before looking down at the floor.

"Alexander. . ."