Physical affection was never part of my strict protestant upbringing, and although I know my parents loved me and wanted the best for me, I don’t remember them ever giving me a kiss or a hug. Our household was run like a military base and being an only child, they were not only hugely protective of me, but also had extremely high expectations. Discipline, work ethic, manners and of course, God, were central to my life until I moved out but even then, I continued to get up at six every morning and made my bed like a well-trained soldier. I still eat my dinner at the kitchen table, never on the couch in front of the TV. Each day, I allow myself an hour of relaxation and do everything in moderation. Perhaps that’s why I often come across as cold and standoffish when people first meet me, and I wonder why it was different with her, why I gave her all of me without even thinking. The overwhelming need to be close to her is a whole new sensation and although I’m hesitant, I still move over a little until I can feel her breath on my face and the heat radiating from her body.
She’s dreaming. I can tell by how her eyelids flutter, and every now and then, she shakes a little. It feels wrong to watch her in such a vulnerable state, but I’m unable to look away. I like listening to her breathing. It’s soothing and she seems so innocent now, not hiding behind control or whatever identity she’s created for herself. What did she mean when she said that tomorrow was a big day? What is she up to? I can’t imagine her killing someone but then again, I don’t know her, so anything is possible.
I hold my breath when she mumbles something in her sleep and try to concentrate on what she’s saying. I’m aware that it’s intrusive, but I’m dying to find clues. It’s hard to make out the words, apart from ‘no’, which she repeats several times before her voice grows louder. Her arms start to thrash, and I think she might be having a nightmare. Slowly, I reach out to wake her, stroking her shoulder.
“May, wake up.” When she doesn’t react, I move my hand to her cheek and speak a little louder. “May.”
She gasps and sits up, breathing fast now. For a moment, she looks around the room as if she has no idea where she is. “Who is May?”
“You’re May.”
Knowing she’s given herself away, she turns her gaze to me and rolls her eyes, shaking her head. “Fuck. Sorry if I woke you up. Nightmare.”
“That’s okay. Come here,” I say. “You’re shaking.”
She rubs her temple, then hesitantly lays back down and inches closer. When I put my arm around her and pull her in, I can feel her starting to relax. I run my hand through her hair, cherishing the closeness and the warmth of her body. She likes it too; I can tell from the way she nudges her forehead against my hand and closes her eyes before giving a contented sigh.
“That feels great,” she whispers, and wraps an arm around me in return.
I continue to stroke her face. “What did you dream about?”
“Nothing, I don’t remember.” Her gaze is vacant, and I know something is bothering her. I decide not to pry any further as the chance of her actually telling me is very small. Besides, I don’t want her to relive whatever she’s just dreamt about because it seems like she’s extremely worried about something. Her lips meet mine in a soft and tender kiss. It’s sweet and I’m sad, knowing this is not going to last because lying here with her feels so right that I could do it every day for the rest of my life.
10
“Emily.”
“Yes?” My voice is sleepy as I blink against the ray of light that streams in through the gap in the curtains, then I moan when I feel her mouth on my neck. It’s been a long time since I woke up with someone doing that to me, and it feels heavenly as I turn on my back to face her.
“Emily.” She whispers my name again and I wish she would say it over and over because her voice sounds so incredibly sexy. “I need you to be awake for this, otherwise it wouldn’t be right.” I hear her chuckle at her own joke before her mouth moves down to my breasts, her tongue circling my nipples. Instinctively, I arch my back, pushing myself harder against her as my body responds with a feverish need. Her ministrations are having the desired effect, my nipples instantly responding to her touch, and it feels so good. Crazy good. My sleepy state only heightens the sensation of her warm mouth as memories of last night and earlier this morning slowly come back to me. The nightmare, holding her… I remember waking up a couple of times, content with feeling her arm around my waist. She was holding me tight against her and as strange as it sounds, it felt comforting in a way that was entirely new to me. I’m not a cuddly person but feeling her breath against my neck and the heat of her skin against mine was so soothing that I didn’t want the night to end. And now that her soft lips are trailing down my stomach, I certainly don’t want the morning to end either, even though the sunlight tells me it’s past seven already. My hands grab the sheets and I gasp when she spreads my legs apart, then lowers her mouth to my wetness. It’s all she needs to do to make me squirm and cry out loudly in her grip. She holds my thighs apart as the licks between my lips, slow and sensual, up and down before she settles on my clit. When she sucks it into her mouth, my hips shoot up and an animalistic noise escapes me. I can’t hold back any longer. I want it to last, but it’s impossible with her tongue circling, then pushing down, putting pressure where I need it most. Explosive pleasure rushes through me as I grab her hair and push her tighter against my greedy pussy, bucking my hips against her face. She drinks me in, all of me as I lose every ounce of control I have left and cry out, shaking. I wonder how I’ve come from just waking up to the point of almost exploding.
My body is blissfully relaxed when I open my eyes a little later. Her mouth is still on me and heavy aftershocks take me by surprise when she dips her tongue inside me once again.
“Jesus.”
She looks up and licks her lips, then gets up on her knees, looking like she’s ready to do it all over again.
“Just give me a moment,” I say, almost gasping when I see she’s wearing her strap-on. This woman is insatiable, but then apparently, so am I if the past two nights are any indication. She has awoken a voracious appetite that I can’t seem to satisfy and now I want her again.
She shakes her head as the corners of her mouth pull into a small smile. “Trust me. It’s great to be fucked hard after you’ve just come. I promise.” Slowly, she runs her hand down my waist and rests it on my hip. Her eyes turn darker and her smile fades then. “Turn around. I want you on your hands and knees.”
I stare up at her, processing her demand, but she just tilts her head and keeps her expression neutral, although I can tell she’s mildly amused by my reaction. Without thinking, I turn around and do as she says, shivering when she pushes her hips against my backside and runs a hand down my spine. I can feel the leather straps against my skin, the tip of the shaft against my pussy, making me ache with want and in an instant, my hesitation fades.
“Good girl,” she says in a husky voice, and in that moment I know I want her to ravage me. I have no doubt she knows what she’s talking about and my suspicions are confirmed when she starts sliding into me, little by little. My still oversensitive pussy clenches around the hard appendage and I push back against her, needing it, wanting more.