I don’t understand at all. I want to see her with that robe unwrapped and suck on her nipples. I want to spread Aricia open and eat her out until she begs.
“You’re a grown man. I know you can restrain yourself.”
Grown man or not, Aricia does not have a body that I’m capable of resisting. It’s not just that. She’s graceful and put-together in a way that I’ve never been. She reminds me of these old school Italian beauties and you don’t find women who carry themselves like Aricia anymore. I like natural women, with natural bodies, who don’t smudge and leave imprints on my clothing… I love how her skin looks in the sun.
I know my family history might make it strange that this is what I have always had a preference towards, and I don’t want to apologize for how I feel.
“I can restrain myself. I don’t want to. I fell for you before there was outside interference.”
“Then focus on discovering where that interference stemmed from,” she says with her crisp vocabulary and her fancy lawyer-voice. I love that she sounds authoritative – like a school teacher or librarian – but I still know that I can bend her over and make her squeal. My cock throbs in my pants.
“I’ll let you sleep,” I mutter. “I swear.”
She brushes her teeth and I climb into bed. Waiting for her. I feel like an ancient predator as my breathing slows and I listen to Aricia’s movements from the bathroom. I shouldn’t take it as a victory that she hasn’t run away yet, but it’s hard not to feel excitement. I want her to be pregnant with my child.
I’ll administer the pregnancy test tomorrow and if that doesn’t work… Hopefully my activities tonight will turn the tables. Aricia turns off the bathroom light and walks towards the bed slowly. I feel the weight of the mattress shift as she sits next to me. I can smell her hair and her skin. My cock shifts. I think she’s too afraid to speak. Too afraid that saying anything will awaken my desires for her.
But my desires for her haveneversubsided. Just been confused by this other criminal situation. Aricia’s body shifts in the bed next to mine and my cock jerks again as arousal spews from the tip against my will. My body shudders.
Aricia clears her throat.She’s so wound up.
“Get your sleep, Aricia. I won’t put my hands on you…”
I’m too old to fight her for the time being. I need at least a power nap before I roll her over and make another effort to strip Aricia’s clothes off and take her exactly the way that I want her…
There’s a broken part of my brain that prevents me from sleeping properly. Aricia falls asleep. But I can’t get to sleep properly. I’m trying to keep my hands to myself, but it’s hard to sleep with a t-shirt and pants on. It’s strangely hot in this hotel room, because Aricia adjusted the temperature before going to sleep and it’s warm.
Women hate cold temperatures… Even their showers are hot enough to burn the devil. I swing my legs over the side of the bed and glance over at Aricia. She’s still asleep, so she won’t freak out about me doing this to cool off. I take my shirt off and climb back into bed next to her. She burrows deeper under the covers like it’s cold and not hot as fuck in here. Since she sleeps through my t-shirt removal, I ease my pants off and slide back into bed wearing just my boxer briefs.
My heart pounds as I urge myself to return to sleep and leave her alone, even if I’m strangely desperate to just…feel her.Aricia moans in her sleep and rolls over. As she turns on her side, still asleep, her hand wanders over and she reaches out for someone like a woman who truly isn’t used to sleeping alone.
I’m sure she doesn’t mean for it to happen, but Aricia’s hand lands on my bulging cock and I can’t help but make a loud, pained grunting sound as she touches me just when I was already struggling to hold it together. Fuck, she makes me feel like a teenage boy again and I hate it.
“Your hand is on my cock,” I growl as Aricia’s hand moves slowly over my dick as she reaches out for comfort or…something.There’s nothing intentionally sexual about the way she grabs onto me, but she stimulates my urges in ways that I can’t hold back from. I don’t know how anyone could cheat on a woman like Aricia, because she makes me feel fucking crazy with desire for her.
Her fingers move over my bulge like she’s stroking a cat. She murmurs in her sleep. “Big raccoon.”
I clear my throat, hoping to stop her before she pushes me past a point of arousal that I can’t handle. But her hand keeps lingering over my cock and I can’t stop myself.
“Wake up, woman. Your hand is on my dick.”
Aricia gasps as I startle her awake. She can’t fully process what’s happening, but her instincts tell her to squeeze. It takes her a few seconds but we both produce a strange noise of our own as her grasp tightens and she realizes that her hand is fully wrapped around my extremely hard cock. Her surprise causes her to grip tighter and I moan with such primal desire that neither of us can ignore it now.
Humiliation at my exposed lust and a need for satisfaction both take over me with simultaneous energy too powerful for me to fight. In all my years, I’ve never met a woman who can make me weak this easily. I think it’s Aricia’s independence that gives me a measure of security around her. I know she won’t cling to me like a barnacle or a child. She’s a full grown woman and I can enjoy her for being a strong, independent spirit.
… I can definitely enjoy taming that spirit in the bedroom and feeding the lusty fires she keeps buried beneath her high-end work dresses and high heels. I roll Aricia onto her back and slide my body over hers, pinning her weight to the bed as I kiss her and press my hard cock against her thighs.
I need her to feel how fucking badly I want her…
Aricia whimpers with some measure of resistance as my hands slide down to the tie on her robe that keeps the fluffy fabric tight against her curvy body. I crave her nakedness and submission to me, and her hand on my cock pushed me past the point of no return. She presses her hand against my chest in firm resistance as I kiss her romantically, but when I stop, it’s not to leave her alone.
“You want me, Aricia. Even in your sleep, your hand wanders desperately for my cock…”
“I don’t,” she whispers in a sleepy, sexy voice that I would believe if I were a younger, more insecure man.
“Interesting,” I murmur, leaning in to sniff her neck and fantasize about filling her with my seed. “So if I put my finger inside you, that tight pussy will be bone dry?”
She kisses me back with agitation that betrays her arousal and then has the audacity to reply with one simple word. “Don’t.”
