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I saw him look slightly dejected so I came in, telling him about my experiences as a girl with men. He didn’t seem to enjoy it, and neither did he seem to be listening at all. All I noticed he did was stare at my lips, and he stared so intently that I worried that he was going to eat me up in a swipe.
I felt a breeze blow through somewhere and I shivered a bit. I was already looking for a way to move away from him a bit. It was beginning to get hot, too hot. I closed the window and only felt colder. I walked briskly back to my seat in front of him and started to shiver.
He looked me over and smiled at me. I decided it was stupid to keep pretending. He was so big and looked like I would be safe in his grasp. I kept restraining myself from running straight into his arms even though they were not as open as I would have wanted, either physically or emotionally.
“You are shivering aggressively. I don’t have a jacket to give you. I wish I could so you get warm.”
Oh, so he did care? He was such a darling, even though he pretended not to be. I shivered even more, this time with more zest so I could get more of his attention. A huge breeze blew past and I forgot about his attention for a moment.
“Please… could you?” I had a hard time talking because of a lack of boldness.
“What? What do you mean?”
“I need a hug,” I blurted out. I mean, there was no way he was going to hurt me for saying that so that’s not a problem. But he didn’t seem like he was going to do any of that as he didn’t give a sign of a budge or thereabout.
I shivered a lot more and shook till I felt his huge wide arms around me. His grasp was so warm that it felt like something I had missed for a long time. It brought back memories I never had. It felt like… Nostalgia.
He rested his chin on my head as he hugged me tighter to himself. At one point, I was scared he was going to snap my small body compared to his. His strong, husky frame made me remember the first men in the history books, with their strong arms and frames keeping me wondering what was hidden below their waists.
I touched him on his belly, and he looked down at me with his beautiful eyes. I felt like I was going to drown in his gaze as he looked down at me like a gladiator. I felt powerless and prayed with every bit of my being that he would take me away. Somewhere far away. Somewhere new.
Jonah touched my face and raised my face to his. I wondered what was going through his mind because all I wanted right then was to give him the kiss of his lifetime. I had no other intention. He drew even closer and kissed me. I could not believe it. I was too shocked to react. He drew back and looked at me as if to ask if I was not in and I drew his head in for another kiss. This time, it was much deeper.
The kiss hit differently. It felt like we had both been waiting for that moment. I don’t know if that was the case or not, but I did know I had been craving that kisses for so long that I felt like it was already an obsession.
After we separated, Jonah kept his eyes on my body. He stared so much I wanted to dig his head in my body. I wanted him to be filled with that desire for my body. He had to desire me. I’m attractive enough.
He started to tear my clothes off little by little. He slapped on my skin and held my breast with such warmth and tenderness. He caressed my breasts so much that I got wet immediately. I hadn’t had sex before. It would be my first, but I didn’t mind losing it to him. I allowed him to do anything he wanted. Why not? After all, we were alone in a cold bar with rain falling heavily and no one around to stop us. Jonah pulled me down to the floor where he dominated every part of my body with kisses, bites, and grabs.
I heard him spank my ass and I knew he wanted it. I saw the bulge in his shorts and helped him free his beast. I could not believe I was doing this. I was having sex with the love of my life, and he wanted me just as I wanted him. If this was a dream, I didn’t wanted to wake up.
His thrust into me knocked me out of my imagination, and I went back to reality. I felt pain as he went in, but when he started thrusting me, I felt something different, something like pleasure. He fucked me so hard that I could not believe what was happening. I struggled to match him as he fucked my brains out.
It was crazy to me. He was digging into me without any remorse and I was enjoying it. I knew it wasn’t just his desire. The alcohol and desire contributed to it all, and I was all for it. By God, even a blind person would see that I was. I didn't have any intention to pretend otherwise.
He turned me over and entered from behind. He didn't even do it with any sort of warning. He just went in like he had been hitting it all his life. I screamed when he entered but I knew nobody would hear me because the bar was usually noise drowning coupled with the noise of rain outside.
“Harder! Harder!” I could not believe he was the one hitting me so well at the best part of my body, and gosh, was he sweet! The pleasure, the pain, and the desire, all mixed with the euphoria from wine contributed to one of the best nights of my boring, exhausting excuse of a life.
Chapter Eight
Jonah
Ispatintherain as I walked back home. I could not believe what I had just done. Why did I not control myself? Why did I have to succumb to my stupid desires? Why didn’t she say no when I got beyond myself?
All these questions kept running through my mind as I made my way to my house that cold night. I felt bad for doing it, but deep down, I knew I enjoyed it. It was so heavenly for a moment, hitting that beautiful ass and watching her scream to the feel of my cock. I reckoned that I still had it in me. She loved it, and that counts for something in my own opinion.
But I was worried. I had not pulled out when I had to. The sex was too good for me to do that. I remembered pouring every bit of my stored-up load into her. The worst part was I didn’t feel any fear or remorse at the moment. I just did it like she was my bitch. I did it as she deserved it.
I hoped it would not grow into something more. Not the relationship, nor the cum I poured in her. I didn’t want to be a father to another child yet, and certainly not her husband. I didn’t know what to do, but I still wanted to be free. I felt ashamed though. I felt like a pervert and loser. She was too young for me. It was wrong.
Because of that, I decided to avoid her. It was not my fault. I just simply had to.
I got home that night extremely exhausted. I came in to meet my son asleep on the couch in front of the TV. He had probably been waiting for me to arrive the whole evening and got tired. It was quite late when I got in. It was nearly 1 a.m. I decided against waking him up.
Will turned as I walked past him. He said a few nothings and fell back to sleep. He had that habit of talking in his dreams, and to be honest, I used to be the same. I still did it sometimes. My son made sure to remind me of that.
When I got on the bed, I saw a message from Claire. She was apologizing for what happened and even promised that it would never happen again. I ignored the message, not because I was angry, but because I didn’t see why she was apologizing. I did the wrong thing too, and also had to apologize. But I didn’t want to talk about all that yet. I just wanted peace.
