I quickly cover my mouth with my hand before my body decides to make another embarrassing sound.
Nothing else will come out without my permission!
I gotta pretend I’m sleeping in case he heard me. That way, this is going to be just an anecdote.
At the same time, I can feel his body shifting a little, his breathing changed right before the movement started and his arm is not just lying over me anymore.
Oh shit, he’s awake!
He’s not moving away and neither am I!
My mind is going at a thousand miles per hour. I can picture him clearly right now, seeing us in this situation: our legs tangled together like a freshly made braid, us holding tight and not loosening up, quite the contrary— it’s getting tighter and tighter by the second.
Oh shit. What should I do?
“Sarah,” he whispers shamefully, as he starts to move away from me.
“Stay with me, please.”What? Did I just say that?
He doesn’t say anything back, he simply grabs my shoulder and pulls me until I’m lying on my back. I turn my head to look at him and notice that his eyes are trying to meet mine, desperately looking for reassurance. I can hear his breath; now it’s shallow.
The room is barely lit by a dim light coming from the street, sneaking through the windows and past the curtains. His eyes look heavy, filled with excitement and uncertainty. I wonder what he sees in mine. He closes the gap between our faces slowly, but my anxiety makes it seem even slower than it really is; so slow, that it triggers me to move forward, end the wait and finally reach his lips. We kiss and his tongue explores my mouth without a rush to later fuse with mine. He crawls on top of me without breaking eye or tongue contact. Once fully on top, he starts to feel my body with one hand, moving it from my breasts to my stomach, while he grabs my face with the other.
I… think… I think I wanna do this, once and for all.
I can’t wait any longer.
“Is this really happening? Am I going to make you mine, Sarah?” He asks, still hesitating about going forward or not. I nod three times before he can even finish the sentence. What else do you expect me to do? I’m already bewitched.
Suddenly, he stops kissing me. With a worried look, he asks, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing…” A lie.
“If you don’t wanna do this, then we’re not doing it. Your call,” he says while moving away from my face, doing a push-up and pressing his hard dick against my tight pussy.
You bastard.
“No, it’s not that…” How can I explain that I’m ridden with fears?
“What is it, then?”
“I don’t know… It’s just that it’s been a long time since I last… you know. I don’t want to mess it up.” I break eye contact and I stare at the third button on his shirt.
He grabs my chin, pushes it up, forces me to look at him, and says, “I want you to be calm and relaxed, to enjoy it. Let me please you, for a change.”
“Okay, yes,” I agree.
“Okay, yes?” He seems puzzled.
“Okay, yes. I’m yours.”
After he hears my answer, he doesn’t say anything. He just lounges back towards me and starts kissing me with such passion that all the hesitation I had in my mind dissipates automatically.
He has an elbow on the bed, his mouth on my neck, a hand on my knee making its way to my thigh, hiking my dress up in the process. His lips jump from my neck to my ear and his hand from my thigh to my stomach, leaving my dress right below my chest. I can’t stay still, everything he’s doing feels amazing. His kisses go down from my ear to my neck, and right before reaching my chest, he makes a stop to give my dress one last pull, throwing it away in the same motion.
“I don’t want it in the way,” he grunts, but I suspect he’s just thinking out loud.
My naked body is in Bruno’s hands once again. But this time, everything is completely different.
