"I'm going to go take a shower." He smiles. "I'll be back, you can use my room-mates bathroom if you need to." He agree's then turns around to down the rest of his beer.
When I reach my room, I quickly and quietly close the door. I am almost out of breath, as my mind races with thoughts of him. I should have taken my glass with me. I smile stepping into my bathroom and looking at myself in the mirror before I turn the shower on. As I clip my hair up and unbutton my blouse my imagination begins to run. It is now his hands instead of mine that undo each button. His mouth on my neck. I open my eyes revealing only my reflection.
"A cold shower might work better." I tell myself as I step in. Instead the water is hot and I try to keep my thoughts from wandering into a filthy excitement as to not promote the lingering of being in the shower for more than fifteen minutes.
After drying myself off I felt a lot better. I put on some lotion and my favorite oversized shirt. In the middle of me buttoning it up he knocks at my door. Without hesitation I open it and we are face to face. I wondered if he might need something else, but before I open my mouth to speak I'm addressed by him putting his lips to mine. I don't know how long the kiss last, but when he is done I finally open my eyes. This time when I look in the mirror my reflection has company, and he is standing behind me unclipping my hair. He moves it to the opposite side revealing my neck planting on it long kisses. His thumb moves down the center of my chest as he finishes where I left off, slowly undoing every button that's left on my shirt. I question nothing he does and try to be ready for anything. I don't know how he's keeping his composure, but I can feel the anxiety begin to dance it's way into my abdomen once again, and all I can think of is him taking me on the floor right there and having his way with me, as if the moment will never happen again. But to my dismay he doesn't flinch. Instead he brings my lips to his and dips his tongue into my mouth undoing the last button. I breathe deep breaking from him but still he doesn't flinch. Instead he stares at me through the mirror for a while watching my every reaction as his hands steadily move across my stomach. My breathing grows deeper right before his fingertips creep between my thighs and suddenly standstill. I'm floored by his action and my eagerness leaves me guessing.
"Do you want me to stop?" He ask. His words dig into me like warm glass and I am speechless. Say no, shake your head. Something. But nothing comes out. I feel him place a small force of pressure in between my legs teasing me. My eyes light up as if he hit the "ON" switch for my tongue and the words No quietly spill out of my mouth.
"Good." His tone is deep and united with his response as he turns me around to face him and backs me into the wall. His composure is no longer holding him and a frenzy of impolite touches and kissing start to take over between us. I unbutton his pants, pulling his boxes down with them, as he steps out of them revealing how much he wants me. The thought makes me smile. He forcefully pins my hands together in one of his to the wall, while he massages between my legs. His eyes show a small hint of pleasure at how wet I am, while his smile reveals the rest. The frenzied kisses suddenly come to a stop and he looks directly into my eyes. He wants to watch my every reply to his touch and make sure that I know that he's in control of my pleasure from this moment on. Which is more than ok by me. He looks as though he is craving the dominance. So I surrender, as he raises me up and my legs wrap around him and without warning I feel a volt of an almost discomfort shoot through me. I don't know rather to gasp or moan, but either way his body feels good and his rhythmic thrust even better. I am pinned between his body and the wall with no options but to take him. He is slightly aggressive yet catering as he pulls me from the wall and lays me on my bed. His strokes become, deeper, slower, harder and more intense. I can hear him moaning as mine match his every thrust. He kisses me again turning my loud pants into very subtle melodic groans. There is a moment where he speeds up and I can feel my body about to give in until he slows down again and whispers in my ear with that same tone.
"Not yet." More? ...More. I gather my thoughts and try to slow down the feeling. "When I say." A slow thrust and I grab his back with one hand. Another slow but harder thrust comes from him.
"Only, when I say." His assertive and meticulous tone of confidence only makes it that much harder to not completely fold. He continues and I grab the sheets with my other hand. This pattern of slow, slow and hard, continues over and over and over again, until I don't think I can take it much longer. I part my lips and almost plead for my body's relief until he kisses me and I hear a moan from him. I open my eyes and they meet with his as a smile washes over his face and the wicked word "Now" creeps out of his mouth. He watches me as I hear myself moan with him following. His head is bowed with his back arched for a while. I run my fingers through his hair then down to the side of his face. His lips kiss my palm and he stares at me. His eyes squint accompanied by a sweet but dangerous smile. I'm paralyzed with every breath I try to catch, why am I so nervous? Thoughts that don't make any sense run through my head. He doesn't move, still connected and quiet. He stares. I open my mouth to speak but...
"Are you ok?" His voice is calm and mesmerizingly sincere. My body eases and a small smile collects on my face.
"Yeah." I answer back in a similar tone. He looks me over and brushes his thumb to my lips.
"Did I hurt you?" He whispers. I shake my head and respond again in a similar tone.
"...Not to much." The next moments feel like they're going in slow motion as he gives me a slow and mild thrust studying my face. I close my eyes and take a very deep breath, before I am kissed and he slips out of me. My eyes open as I am met with a slight pain and disappointment. He sits at the edge of the bed then stands up heading towards the door. I'm confused and on the verge of anger without real reason before I speak.
"What's wrong?" He stops in mid step turning his head towards me without completely looking back. I can't see his eyes but his body language is more than enough. He smiles with a slight laugh, shaking his head.
"Nothing." Relief. I sink into the bed and smile, as he continues in his sentence still barely facing me. "I'm gonna want you again, in a little while. Soon. So if you're tired I suggest you sleep." His voice is a matter of fact and alluringly sexy at the same time. "I'll bring you water then, wake you up when I'm ready." He turns the light out and before I know it I am asleep.
