But Only In Red Ink || #Wattys2017

Chapter Ten

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Michael took my hand and helped me out of my chair, taking my glass and leading me to a spot in front of the blazing fireplace surrounded with a blanket and pillows. I swore this was something you would read in romance novels or romantic comedies. It was unbelievable that it was happening to me! It was so romantic and Michael did it all himself.

He nodded towards the blanket, gesturing for me to sit on it. He handed my glass back to me and went back to the table to grab his glass as well.

I came to all my senses once he sat with me again. This was it. This was "desert!" I was going to give myself to him in that moment. At first I knew I was ready. Now, I wasn't sure.

He sipped his wine before setting the glass down and beginning to run his hand up my leg.

Trust me when I say I'm so glad I shaved before I left for school. He would have been in for a prickly surprise.

My heart began to race the higher his hand went up my leg and under my shorts.

"Let me know if you want me to stop," he spoke softly, leaning in to kiss my neck. Ugh! His lips gave me life. His five o'clock shadow tickled my skin as his fingers gripped my thighs, pulling me closer to him.

"I'll tell you, Ti," he broke his phrases up between kisses. "I never fucked my wife in this house."

I bit my lip. Hard. I didn't know how to respond to his statement, nor did I know how to respond to his vulgar language.

Profanity.

It got me excited as I wasn't exposed to it as much as some other people my age were.

"You promise?" I asked him, setting my hand on his chest.

"I swear."

He began to position himself over me, kissing my lips and melting me into a pool in the pillows. He kissed me over and over and over until he wanted full control. He licked my lips for permission for his tongue to explore my mouth and make allies with my tongue.

I gave him permission and slightly spread my lips open. Our tongues danced to the sound of the fireplace cracking and soft but dramatic violin music in the background. Our tongues seemed to enjoy the tune equally and the more intense it got, the more passionate yet rough he became.

His hands explored my stomach under my shirt. He felt my skin as my goosebumps rose to attention. He wanted my shirt off and I was going to give him what he wanted. I broke our kiss and pulled my shirt off.

He looked at my bare chest as if he'd just found a whole collection of rare gems.

Michael unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off as if he knew I'd be a little self conscious. Leaning over slowly, he took my breast into his hand and took my nipple into his mouth. He tweaked it with his tongue, making moans escape my lips. 

My fingers went from his shoulders to the back of his neck to his soft hair. They found themselves lost in paradise, tangled.

I gasped once I felt my shorts leave my body and lips trailed down my stomach to the most sacred place of my body. No one was ever allowed there.

But he found the key. He was going to be the first visitor and he was going to design it the way he wanted it.

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We laid in silence. Our arms and legs intertwined together as we reflected over the occasion. Our naked bodies kept each other warm. The blanket was there only to secure us.

"That was amazing," Michael finally spoke to break the silence.

"It was," I smiled and looked up at him.

He looked back down at me, meeting my gaze. "Did I hurt you at all?"

"A little," I shrugged. "It's not like it wasn't going to. I'm a- or I was a virgin."

He nodded. "Right, right." His eyes drifted back up to the ceiling.

As passionate as it felt, I then had the thoughts in my head. Was it sex, making love, or just a Friday night fuck? Was this weekend the last time we'd be this close? Will he not want me after this?

"What are you thinking?" He interrupted my thoughts as if he already knew what it was that I was thinking.

Watching our tangled fingers, I shook my head. "I'm just a little worried, that's all.

"Worried about what?"

"That after this weekend, that'll be it for us."

He looked down at me once again. His eyes got dark and it started to scare me, the longer he stared. "This isn't it for us. I'm not letting you go, Tia.. It's just not happening. Do you understand?"

I got chills down my spine from his cold tone. "I-I understand.."