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“I'm horny,” I stick with something that works for believability. I can't tell him that all of a sudden I want to have sex with him because I like him. He will sniff it out immediately that something is wrong. But with my reputation, he would believe that I might have a sexual appetite. He did say that, that's pretty much exactly how he put it earlier.
“And we should fix that,” he chuckles.
“I think.”
“We shouldn't only feed the stomach now, should we?”
I shake my head in response to that.
“How hungry are you?”
“Very.”
He is surprising me by not jumping on this and taking advantage of me. I didn't think it would take so long after untying the robe.I had thought he would pounce on me and tear me apart like he had been threatening me with his actions.
“What am I here for, Rosaline, if not to take care of you?” He drops his arms, “Get on the bed,” he moves away from me, making room so I can walk to the bed.
I take the first step and he holds me back with his arms coming around my waist.
“Hey, relax, you are in good hands,” he pushes my hair and my robe to reveal one of my shoulders and caresses it with the pad of his thumb, “I'll take care of your needs,” he traces his thumb down to my nipple and circles, “I will take care of you,” he lets go, “Get on the bed, spread your legs and hold them apart.”
I exhale and take my now visibly trembling body to the bed. Only this time I am trembling for an entirely different reason. He is at it again. Fine-tuning my body in a way that sends fire spikes coursing through me.
I climb on his bed and do as I am told, keeping my legs far apart to expose and offer myself to him.
He walks to the front of me to get a better view and places one knee on the mattress. His eyes are dark with hunger.
“Sit up a bit so I can see your face,” he signals with his index finger.
I do as I'm told, resting my back on the headrest and trying to hold his scalding gaze.
“If I touch you, there's no saving you from me,” he exhales, “and as much as that is the only thing coming to my mind right now, I'll fight it, because I do care about you,” he moves further in, bringing his second knee to rest on the mattress, “but you can do it for me, Rosaline,” he smiles, “touch yourself how you would want me to touch you.”
While I may not have had a boring sex life–Scratch that. I have had a boring sex life that seemed exciting until now. Now everything I have experienced looks I was barely scratching the surface compared to this.
I close my eyes to use my imagination, but the snap of his fingers makes me keep them open.
“Follow my eyes,” he drawls and I nod, tracing my hand from my breast down my stomach to my pussy’s lips as his eyes lead me.
He blurred any line left between knowing if I want this or not. I can lie all I want, even to myself, but I have never been so turned on. I feel like I will disintegrate if I don't let it out.
This is safe. He is not touching me, it's me touching myself. I can relax into it and get the most from it too. I can steal this moment of pleasure for myself amidst the storm I've been trying to sail through lately.
I start to circle my clit at the same time as he pulls out his length from inside his boxer briefs and begins to fist it gently.
“Perfect Rosaline,” he smiles, “is that really how you want me to touch you?” he strokes himself tentatively.
I nod as I press down on my slick clit and can't help the stars that dance in my vision from the intense surge of pleasure sprinting to my core.
“Tell me something Rosaline,” he moves closer, still fisting his length, “why me?” he is kneeling between my legs now. “You are horny and you come to me. Why?”
“I don't know,” I keep circling, “because you brought me to safety?” I chuckle, “And besides, who else would I go to in this house this time of the night?” I slide a finger timidly into my pussy and gasp.
“It's a matter of what is available then? He smirks, “I like that.”
“Between you and your uncle, I pick you,” I stroke in and out, “even though he is kind enough to allow me stay here, and he is taking care of my family for the mess I caused,” I close my eyes as I press my finger further in.
“You would pick me?” He snorts.
