Voluptuously Yours,

Impermanently Bearing

Dawn touched her lips, as she stared at her reflection.

They were bruised, her jaw hurt and her tongue still had the after taste of his cum.

Yet she felt unreal.

Words didn't begin to describe as he thrived to hold himself as he came apart. The play of coming loose but still maintaining the equilibrium.

It's a new kind of rush.

When she walked out of her bathroom, the clock was way past 12 midnight. She had already washed and dressed into some shorts and a camisole.

When she searched for her camera, she couldn't find it. Then, remembered it was still on the dinning table.

She forgot to take it when she crawled out of the table before anyone could see her. She made her way out to reclaim it.

As soon as she descended down the stairs, she saw Richard walking up with her camera in one hand and carrying a piece of cake on a plate in the other.

He paused, mid step. "You left your camera and I thought of bringing you a slice."

Her lips twitched at his cuteness.

"Come along then." Whirling, she made him follow her into her room. When she heard his sharp inhale, she suppressed her smile.

Richard is in hell.

After that orgasm, he'd thought his desire for Dawn would finally wane.

However, he wanted more now. Seeing her rump ass in those tiny shorts, he wanted go headlong into her like a bull charging a red flag.

Once he entered her room, he used his back to push the door shut. "Do you purposely wear clothes like these? To torture me?"

"Maybe." She droned her husky voice.

With a slanting gaze, she played with the strap of her camisole. He could see the outline of her breasts and the cool tips poking the material.

Keeping the plate on the table, he moved to her bed. Stretching out, he leaned his back against the bed's headboard.

"I need to talk to you about something."

Here it comes. Dawn's thoughts immediately went into a negative zone. He was going to tell her that he was done with her and he is going to move along. That's what usually guys like him do.

The problem with the whole playing-hard-to-get game was after the person gets what he wanted, they proceed forward. Setting gaze on a new target.

She had seen it happen to so many.

Dawn hoped, she wasn't going to be a victim as well.

Patting the space next to him, Richard commanded her. "Come here."

Between curiosity and self preservation, she was in flux. Twisting the hem of her camisole, she stayed where she was.

"Dawn. Get your ass on this bed or I will do it for you."

She came hopping up, settling next to him. One touch from this man, and she will throw out every inhibition and have sex with him. Careful Dawn...

"What do you want to talk about?" She sat crossed legged and faced him.

At first, he simply stared the junction between her legs. Oh for god's sake...

"You were saying?" She hinted, snapping her fingers in front of his face and his eyes gazed up.

"It's about your mom."