His hand slipped from my shoulder, which falls at my side. Pulling his lips from my mine, moving the hair from my neck . He looked at me, staring into the depths of my brown eyes, his eyes telling his story. He's ashamed.
I looked at him dumbstruck, wondering what just happened. He shaked his head from side to side. I know what that means, but it hasn't registered to me as yet.
" Lia, we can't."
"Why not?"
"I can smell and taste the liquour on your tongue. We can't, this wouldn't be right. You are not fully coherent and when we do make love-"
My eyebrows raised, when he mentioned making love.
"Yes, when we make love because that's what we will be doing; the first time and many more times after, I want you sober because when I touched you here, his thumb brushing over my bra, I want you to remember it.
My head moves back, pleasure running through my body.
Also, when I touched you here, he moved his hand up between my thighs. You will definitely remember that. I jumped when his fingers skimmed over my underwear.
Tiny tingles ran along my skin, dancing in delight at being touched so intimately.
"Don't worry we will also have nasty, dirty sex too, he laughed, I can see that you want that."
Immediately my head goes up and down, gestering yes.
"So nothing tonight?" I asked pleading my case, the ache in my vagina now trobbing, throbbing painfully. The sensation was similar to the beating of a drum.
The sensation only got worst, when his hand moved to rest my cheek and it brushed along my breast. I let out a moan, the ache getting worse.
I kiss him on his lips again, my body now on fire and only he can put the out flames. I call his name between kisses.
"Dwight" I called him so softly, it was barely above a whisper.
He pulled away, which made me groan.
"Lia, please, you are making this very hard for me, you're not thinking straight, you drank too much alcohol. We have to stop. I leaned into him, resting my head on his shoulder."
I shifted in his lap, his dick jumped at the movement.
"Lia, I don't want you to wake up tomorrow and regret tonight, if we were to have sex."
My brain was thinking, I eased off his lap to run my hand over the swell of his cock.
Gripping it, I moved my hand in and upward and downward motion. He let out a hissing sound, as if I burned him.
"Oh my God Lia." He reached down to grip my hand, stopping me in my tracks.
"Amelia please." He begged me to stop.
"Alright." I sighed in defeat.
"Thank you, I'm not going to take advantage of you. Let's do this right."
"Sure." I said with so much disappointment in my voice.
I got off his lap and flopped myself on the bed. Turning from him.
"You must think I'm desperate, dont you?"
"No, everyone has needs and you acting on your need, however your mind has been inhibited by the alcohol, so your not thinking straight."
I ran my hands over face and groaned.
He let out a chuckle. "Why are you fretting over it?"
"I'm not, I just feel stupid. I was acting like a horny teenager."
"Well, we all have been there after a night of drinking. Anyway, how was your night?"
"It was great, I had a wonderful time catching up with the girls. We want to get together again, hopefully soon."
My phone dinged twice, I got out of bed in search of my purse. Taking my phone from my purse, I unlocked it; two messages from Fiona.
F: I hope you're getting LAID AMELIA.
F: Have a gn, Love you.
I groaned, my God Fiona, you know how to wound me.
I sent a quick reply.
Me: No I'm not getting laid tonight, I tried to initiate it, failed miserably.
I can imagine how much she's laughing at me right now. I wait on her response.
F: What happened?
I didn't hesitate, I replied immediately.
Me: He stopped it, he said I not sober enough and he wants me to be sober when we make love.
I let out the sound of a strangled cat, looking back now, I feel terrible, looking over at Dwight, I should have gone to bed.
He looks up when he heard the sound that I made.
"What's wrong?" He asked, concern dripping from his voice.
"Nothing, just Fiona. She said hi." I'm such a liar.
"Ok, tell her I said hi."
"Will do."
Turning my attention back to my phone.
F: At least he respects you enough to not do it while you're partially drunk. Don't initiate next time, let's see what happens. Let him come to you.
That's true, I am glad he didn't continue. I know for a fact, I would regret it tomorrow when I fully come to my senses. I replied to Fi.
Me: Yea, but my vagina is throbbing so bad. ðŸ˜ðŸ˜
How did he affect me so much? Even though he was no longer touching me, I was still aching. I wonder if it is because I havent been touched in so long, or is it because I have feelings for him.
F: Gotta go, Dom just got home. I'll have sex for the both of us.
Uh-oh, well this is where the conversation ends, she's always ditching me in my time of need. Well at least someone will be getting laid tonight. I need to go to bed, my head is starting to hurt.
Me: You are always ditching me.
I knew she wasn't going to text me back, I set the phone down on the nightstand.
Walking towards the bathroom, I brushed my teeth, washed my face, undressed and got ready for bed.
Stepping into the bedroom, he was on his side facing me. I stopped and looked at him, wondering what would happen, if I finally give myself over to him and stop hesitating.
Why am I hesitating? I already knew the answer to that. Matthew, I just want to move on with my life and for him to leave me alone for good. I look up to the ceiling wondering when that will be.
I got into bed, under the covers. Dwight reached over, slipping his hand around my waist, pulling me to him.
He leaned in and kissed my lips. "Remember tomorrow we are going to the police station, you are going to file a restraining order against Matthew."
"Yes, I remember. I think its finally time I stand up to him."
"Great. Get some rest, you need it."
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