Sabotage: A Roc Royal Story

For The Love Of My Father

Desi's POV

I pulled away from Chresanto's embrace, unsure of what had just happened. How did he get in my house was the first question. My second question was why in the hell is he in my secret room. The third question was why is he here. and, they all needed answers.

Me: Ummm... what the hell?

He looked at me out of breath.

Chresanto: I just... I couldn't take it, the constant fighting and bickering. I just, I need us to go back to being us.

I rose my eyebrow at him slightly, unamused by his gesture. I turned to Craig who was putting down my fathers drumsticks and putting the beside the drumset. He nodded and pointed to the door as he got up and walked through the door. As he passed us, he singsonged " I told you soooo " and held up the call me sign before exiting the music room and heading out the way he came. Chresanto grabbed right hand and pulled me closer to him, his breath slightly tickling my neck.

Chresanto: I can't take you being mad at me. You mean so much to me.

I looked sideways leisurely, not willing to face him as I said,

Me: It doesn't feel like that.

Chresanto used his hand to make me face him again, his chocalate brown eyes starring deep into my own, taking glances into my soul. His expression was deep and unreadable.

Chresanto: I'm sorry Destini. You mean more to me than the air i breathe. I love you more than I could ever love myself. You mean more than life to me.  I know, I've been a jerk and I haven't been doing what I'm supposed to... but I want you to let me make it up to you.

I flashed him a confused face as his arms ended up behind my legs as he carried me bridal style up the three flights of stairs in my house up to my bedroom laing me lightly on my crisp sheets as he locked my bedroom door. I propped myself up on my elbows as he stood between my legs, which draped carelessly off the edge of my bed.

Me: Umm, what are you doing?

Chresanto: I making it up to you.

Me: You do know that I'm pregnant, right.

Chresanto: Yes.

Me: So, how exac-

He cut me off with a "shh" and his finger to my lips. Well excuse the fuck out of me. He removed his finger and used it to trace from my jawline to behind my ear as his eyes adored my chest through the tight fitting shirt I  was wearing. He kissed my lips gently, as he put his weight on me a little. We fell backward on to my bed as his tongue slid across my bottom lip. I took it into my mouth as my arms snaked around his head, while his hands resed on either side of my head. I took my leg and wrapped it around his waist pulling him closer to me as he kissed my jawline, and my collarbone, down to my cleavage. He ran his fingertips over the hem of my shirt before taking it off completely and exposing my nude and black lace bra.

 In a quick, expert motion, my bra was comepletely of as he kissed each one of my newly freed breast. I muffled moans into his neck as I licked and kissed all over it. He chuckled slightly as I gave into him, Derobing him, taking of his shirt and throwing it across the room. He brought his lip to mine once more, as his hands squiremed around my waist line, pulling at the hem of my yoga pants. I bucked my hips foward as he slipped them off, lightly pecking each of my calves, while I smiled goofily, unknowing.

He ran his fingerttips up and down my thighs. Over the top then inbetween to the middle. He probed teasingly, for everytime he reached my panties he'd retreat back to where he started. I pushed myself closer to his fingers, begging wordlessly for his touch. He looked me in my eyes and smirked.