Disguise♔ z.m

Forty

"Beg me, Nora. Tell me how much you want me," He whispers against my delicate, creamy skin.

"I want you. I want you very much," I confess, tugging on his hair.

"How much is your desire?" His magnifying colorful irises look up at me as he separates my thighs and kisses my navel without tearing his sight away.

"A desire I can't explain," I groan when his finger runs once over the soaking section of my underwear.

"Are you sure you can't explain?" He teases as he repeats his actions, knowing he was sucking out my patience and strength.

"Very... Very.. Sure," my eyes roll beneath my eye lids.

He pulls himself away from my thighs and hovers his chest over mine, the soft swallows on his chest almost touching my erratic breasts.

"Don't you understand?" He breathes against my lips.

My eye lids wearily open.

"Understand what?" I ask with equal depth.

"That I-"

"That you what?" I couldn't wait. His lips come into a straight line and he is beginning to reduce the distance between us. "That you what?" I repeat. "Answer me!"

"That I l-"

"That I love this!" I wake up to Alexia's pitchy sound, that almost sounded like sirens to my ears. "Nora, did you hear me?"

"What?" I sit up, and twist from side to side to satisfactorily hear some parts of my back bone crack.

"I said, I think this will suit you!" Her blurry imagine begins to approach me.

My eyes take a while to settle and my body temperature takes a longer while to get used to the cool air coming from the air conditioner.

My panties feel wet and I begin rubbing my eyes, trying to reverse my mind to the earlier fantasies I experienced about the man I am not allowed to erotically think about.

"Are you sure?" I take a hold of the silky, black material from her hands. "Isn't it just too dark for your bridesmaids?"

"They're actually wearing fuchsia, but I wanted you to stand out!" She uses her hands to dramatize her words.

"By wearing black?" I look from Alexia to the woman with a neck length bob, with glasses fixed on the bridge of her nose.

"Yes, don't you think she'd look absolutely lovely?" Alexia turns back to the unnamed lady.

"It will definitely look good on you, but it's up to you and Alexia." She refers her statement to me. I could hear her annoyance through her thick voice, too.

Trust me, You're not the only whose nerves are getting bickered on by Alexia.

"You should be trying on dresses and not sleeping!"

Does she mean, "You should be trying on dresses and not dreaming of Zayn!"

"I'm sorry," I apologize. "Just a bit tired. Mind that you woke me up by eight a.m, today," I add and she rolls her eyes.

"It's worth it, trust me," she pats me shoulder. "Mind that you will need this dress before our flight, so you really have to hurry up."

"Alright," I rise to my feet. I feel quite wobbly after my intense dream, but I fight my way by grabbing both the black and fuchsia dresses from the woman, who stood behind, waiting for our final decision.

I get into the tiny dressing room and undress.

While putting on the dress that had one shoulder bare, I begin to think about Zayn again. I begin to think about how the guilty conscience is beginning to find its way through my blood stream.