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I can’t say when his thumb shifts but am immediately aware of where it lands. Everything stills, my breath, his tongue, his digit.
“I’m going to steal your innocence. And you’re going to watch. Capisci?”
“Okay,” I breathe.
“Good girl.” His teeth graze my clit, surprising me before he drives his wicked tongue inside my wetness. My orgasm stirs to life deep within. Watching him pleasure me, how he expertly works my body, how even the smallest touch sends shivers across my skin, adds to my excitement. It doesn’t take long until I’m on the brink of shattering.
That’s when he breaches me.
“Oh fuck,” I cry out, climaxing so intensely, I nearly black out. I feel everything; the unfamiliar fullness, how wet I am, his approval.
He quietly waits until I catch my breath before stealing it once more. “You’re fucking perfect, you know that?”
My lips part but no words escape. He carefully withdraws, but I’m too numb to do anything but watch him sit back in his chair and wipe away my juices with his dress shirt sleeve.
My heart pounds as my body falls limp. Still, I don’t look away, drawn to him like a butterfly to a flame. The wicked things we’ve done, and I’m hooked. I can’t get enough of this man.
We stare at each other. God help me, but this softer version of him has me completely, utterly enthralled. He was made for me. To submit to.
To love.
A happy tear slides down my cheek, and I let it fall, allowing him to see it.
“Don’t … I’m not worth it. I’m weak, and you’re a temptation I can’t resist.”
I’m watching a slow-motion video; his cocky satisfaction is ever so methodically replaced by something far more sobering. I feel his frustration. I feel him pulling away.
And it guts me.
He doesn’t want to want me.
I squirm and attempt to jump off the table.
“Don’t.”
I freeze at the word.
“You’re too innocent for the likes of me.”
You never know someone completely, do you? They dress in a certain style or move in a familiar fashion. Act in ways you grow accustomed to and sometimes, intentionally, say things to evoke a reaction. You label everything with names to derive meaning; husband, boyfriend, lover, or gullible, naive, innocent. Life is orderly that way, with no space for shades of grey.
But you never truly know them, do you?
Because life is shrouded by greyness. And often, you don’t realize it exists until it’s too late.
Just consider my father’s perfect girlfriend. So popular and sweet. Yet look what she did. Look at the life she took and the one she destroyed. Look at the woman she left in so much pain.
“Riley, baby.”
“It’s okay. I understand.”
“Trust me, you don’t.”
He steps back, and I hop off the table. “Explain it to me then.”
His scowl says it all. Not today, Riley. Not ever.
He disappears into the connecting bathroom. The sink runs and I listen to him brushing his teeth. I stand frozen. One part wanting him to leave; one part desperate for him to stay.
