It's just been one of those days. Work was a pain, the car gave me a few problems, and my hot water ran out before I was finished with my shower. I finally decided to give up and just go to sleep. So I'm lying in bed, my eyes just ready to close so I can dream about his hands on my body again, when I think I hear a noise. I sit up and stare out into the darkness. The shadows play across the wall from the moonlight coming through the sliding glass doors that lead to the balcony I begged my man to build. I can't see anything threatening or moving though so I figure it's just the wind and lay back down in the bed. Suddenly a hand clamps over my mouth and a heavy body comes to rest on top of me, stopping my movements before I can even flinch. Where the heck did this person come from? There was no one in my room, I know it...
I feel breath close to my ear and he whispers, "Don't do something stupid like scream, ok?"
I nod my head, what else can I really do? I don't want to piss off a psycho. I look up and can sort of make out his silhouette. From what I can tell he has that rugged drifter look, complete with a leather jacket settled across broad shoulders, jeans that fit snug on lean hips, and dusty motorcycle boots. I know that there's a stranger in my bedroom, probably getting ready to do things that I've sworn no other man will do to me, but all I seem to be able to think about it that he's going to get my sheets filthy. How horrible is it that that's the only thing running around in my head?
He looks at me then, and as if he can read my thoughts he says, "Don't worry, I was just getting ready to match the amount of clothing you have on."
I look up at him in confusion and then remember that I had decided to just towel off and slip under the covers; this is going to be impossible to get out of. I thought about begging him to leave, tell him my husband would be home soon. But everyone around town knows I don't have a husband. I do have a fiancée but he's fighting the war overseas. And if this guy snuck into the house so easily he must know that already. So I lay there as he leans back and shrugs off the jacket, a plain white t-shirt seeming to glow on the night. I can see a tattoo near his elbow, leading up his arm and disappearing under his sleeve, this is a bad boy to the core. His shirt comes off next and I can really see the ink on both arms, tribal with an eagle on one side and some sort of eagle and symbol on the other arm. Then he chucks his boots off and I feel myself hold my breath as his hands go to the button on his jeans. He watches me watch him the whole time and slowly un-snaps them, pulls down the zipper, and let's them drop to the floor.
He stands there in just a pair of black boxer briefs. I can see his hardness outlined in the fabric. I think about what he sees in me that makes him this hard, and I subconsciously lick my lips. He smirks as he pulls them down, revealing his erect cock. I realize I've been caught staring and turn my head, blushing and feeling shame that I'm getting a little turned on by this guy. The bed dips as he crawls up towards me and I try to pull away. He crawls on top of me and tilts my face towards his. I close my eyes so he doesn't see the desire there, desire that I shouldn't be feeling.
"Open your eyes and look at me." I ignore him and then I feel his hand on the back of my neck, gently but firmly grabbing my pressure point and my eyes fly open.
"That's better."
He leans down close to my face and I smell a mixture of berries and tobacco. I wrinkle my nose real quick and he laughs.
"C'mon, it's not that bad is it?" I haven't smelled Skoal in awhile, and it's not that the smell bothers me, I just wasn't expecting it. But I'm not going to tell
him
that.
Now that he's so close I can see his features better. His eyes are beautiful, big and hazel, with these golden flecks that seem to glow as he stares back at me. I move my eyes down. His lips aren't too lush, and they're kind of chapped, he must work outside a lot...and there's just enough of a beard....wow, that's hot.
Stop that sort of thinking, he's a mad man,
my mind says. But the rest of me is starting to react to his hard body pushing against my softness. He can see my warring emotions in my eyes and he chuckles again and with one hand he holds my wrists above my head. This pushes my breasts up against him and I hear him suck in a breath. It's my turn to smirk as I realize that I seem to have a nice effect on him as well. Maybe I can use that to my advantage and get out of this situation before it goes any farther.
"Are you going to fight this?" he whispers. He stares down at me and I know that I'll never be able to deny him any part of me.
"I swear I won't try to stop you."
"I think you're going to like this a lot."
That's what I'm afraid of,
I think to myself, but I say nothing.
