Mr.Langmore

Chapter 11

I opened my eyes and was greeted with a pigeon shitting on the fire escape. If i were superstitious I'd say this wasn't a good sign, but I didn't need the world to tell me, I knew how this relationship would end. Shit.

I turned my body to the other side and was greeted by something much better this time. Something that made me look forward to the day ahead. I get to spend my day with Will, his gentle and caring ways, I almost couldn't believe it. He was all mine and I didn't deserve one inch of him.

His eyelids were gently pressed together still, lips like deep pink silk, rough around the edges with stubble covering half his face. The grey facial hairs scattered around shined in the light. He had a few blond eyelashes mixed in with his brown ones.

I became fixed on his features, it was like he was created to please my every desire, I couldn't find a single thing I disliked. It was inevitable I'd fall for him, a face like his could make any woman believe it was meant for her.

I carefully put my fingertips on the tip of his tan freckled shoulder. I traced all along his warm soft arm, barely touching, along all the curves and marks. So beautiful.

I lowered my hand to his chest and looked down to his defined stomach. I exhaled sharply and clenched my jaw. I knew he wouldn't fuck me, at least not yet, but that didn't apply to me and myself. I saw the imprint of his cock against his dark blue briefs and almost moaned.

I imagined my hands gliding down his soft stomach, nails digging into his thighs as I lick the tip of him, my tongue slowly covering him in my spit. Watching his eyes look at me with admiration, pleasure. All I want to give him is pleasure.

I'd acquired practice in this, pleasing a man was my profession, my nine to five. I wanted him to reap the benefits of my skill.

Oh. I would be Attentive to any little sound I manage to squeeze out of him. Any little groan or hiss as I sucked him dry.

My middle finger was already rubbing itself against my clit. I had to. I was already wet just looking at him shirtless.

I closed my eyes and tried not to move at all, just quickly and quietly get off, find some sort of release. I let my imagination run wild as I stared at his lips, how would he kiss my neck? How would his tongue torture me?

He suddenly made a small noise and wrapped his arm around me. Pressing his forehead against mine. I froze and paused my daydream masturbation.

"Hey will?" I whispered and he moaned again.

"William?" I asked and he squeezed me tighter and smiled without opening his eyes.

"How long will it be until we have sex?" I asked, my voice dry and in need of water.

He just groaned and opened his eyes. I hid my smile as I saw his eyes adjust to the light.

"What?" He asked rubbing his thumb on my cheek and cuddling his face into the crook of my neck.

"I asked how long it'll be until you fuck me?" I said louder and I felt his chest vibrate.

"No. We have plenty of time for that." He swatted my word away, as if they were annoying.

"What if I break my hip or something? A car crash? What then. We should just do it." I said a bit too quickly as I turned my body to face his and cuddled into his warmth.

"Are you always this morbid in the morning?" He asked and I clenched my jaw. He wouldn't take me seriously. I decided to drop it.

"Yes, if death isn't the first topic of conversation, I just don't think we'll ever work out." I poured jokingly as I looked up at him. He grinned down at me and squeezed me into his chest. I could hear his heartbeat and my lips turned up.