Those Who Stare Into the Sun

Chapter Sixteen: Projects

I woke in Cillians arms, not even remembering falling asleep. The smell of his skin was distinct and strong. My head was filled with clouds and I couldn't believe that I was there with him. Last night hadn't been some extraordinary dream. I carefully peeked up at his face. He was still sleeping, his face filled with serenity. He was the most beautiful man I had ever seen.

The memories from last night started appearing in my head.

After we started kissing on the couch, Cillian had removed my dress and kissed me all over my body, telling me I was beautiful and that he had wanted me since he first layed eyes on me. He stood up and took off his clothes infront of me, keeping eye contact during. I had longed back to his lips as soon as he had let mine go. Then he had layed me down, getting on top of me with his whole weight, and we had kissed for minutes. Then we awkwardly brought up the whole protection-question.

"I don't have a—" he started. "It's not like I planned this."

"Me neither. Maybe one of the girls—"

"You're not on any—?"

"Yes" I gasped. "Yes I am."

"So, you trust me?"

"Yes— you trust me?"

"Oh, yes", he said and set off for my lips again.

Then he grabbed my hands, and put them above my head, holding them there. Then he entered. He moved gently, kissing my neck 'till I started seeing stars. He moaned and started thrusting harder, causing me to gasp loudly and put my legs around him. We kissed, with our tongues dancing around in each others mouths.

He was experienced, no doubt about it. A forty plus, married man. I wasn't surprised he had learned quite a bit. Especially with him and his wife beeing married a long time, if I remembered correctly. And before that I could only imagine how many girls he had been with, being an actor and looking like that.

He had made me turn around, sitting on my knees, leaning over the headrest of the couch. He had grabbed my hair into a ponytail with one hand, and the other one on my hip, making me work with him in the pace. He was now controlling and rough— it made me crazy. The more he gave me, the more I wanted.

We stayed on the couch for some time, and he moved me around just like he wanted.

"Bedroom", he finally said. "I want you in your bed."

I pointed at my bedroom door, so he lifted me up.

He stopped for a second inside my bedroom, looked around and chuckled. "You're such a girl."

I told him to shut up and kept kissing him. Once in bed, he asked me to get on top of him. At first I felt shy, but when he enjoyed it so much I got more brave. He screamed out that I was beautiful and soon enough he had finished in a loud moan. I had layed down on his chest, and soon enough we had fallen asleep.

As I layed there, thinking abour our nightly activities, I heard the door to the apartment open. My heart stopped. I sat up straight in bed - ready to run out and stop whoever had just entered.

Cillian moved and sat up next to me. When he gasped for air to say something, I put my hand over his mouth.

"Someone's here" I hissed, and listened.

"Anya?"

It was Skye. I hadn't known when she would return from Scotland.

Cillian removed my hand. "Your flatmate?"

I nodded. "I'm sorry- I didn't know she would be home already."

Cillian chuckled. "I was the one who invited myself in, remember?"