Lila POV
I run up the stairs, my cheeks burning up from the sight of Davin’s erection poking his jeans and the lustful look he threw my way. I was originally planning to walk downstairs for a glass of water. I didn’t expect to run into Davin returning from his night out.
I thought that he was already back and sleeping when we returned and that’s why I boldly walked downstairs in my night gown. My nipples hardened as I remembered his dark blue eyes running all over me as if I was his meal. My thighs unconsciously squeezed together as I remember the look on his face. The hunger.
At some point, I thought about walking to him and petting that dragon between his legs but stopped myself. Now, I have to deal with my needy cunt throbbing as I imagined the size of him.
“Damn it.” I whisper, making my way to the bed where Mark is sleeping peacefully. I have the sudden urge to smack him hard from the disappointment he served me earlier. At some point, I thought that we would be having the best fuck tonight but two words ruined everything.
” I’m tired.” Mark declared immediately we came back home.
I could still remember the excitement coursing through me as I walked upstairs while imagining the different things Mark would do to me. But no, he didn’t. He just turned away, mumbling something about being tired.
My cheeks burned as I think about how disappointed I was. I have been trying to get him to touch me since forever.
I walk closer to the bed, and sit down beside him. My fingers brush his hair lightly and a small smile spreads across my lips. “You will sleep forever, won’t you? What will I do with myself then?” I sigh as my hand moves from his hair to his face. I run my fingers down his jaw.
“What am I to you Mark?”
The question that I have been asking myself ever since I got involved with him. Am I his lover? A girlfriend? I am pretty sure that I am not just a side chick or a booty call because we have been together for three years and he hasn’t been with another woman. But what am I to him?
A friend? A housemate?
I shake my head, sighing once again as my fingers trail his jawline. I should not be asking myself that because he made it clear that he wants a family with me. He wants me to be the mother of his kids but with how he has been sexually starving me, i don’t know if a forever with him is a wise decision.
With a sigh, i make my way to the bathroom. It’s already midnight but I am sure if I don’t take care of my throbbing cunt, I might as well kiss goodbye to having a wink tonight.
I strip my dress, turn the warm shower on before stepping into it.
My hands slide over my wet body, slowly making their way to my breast and nipples. I close my eyes, thinking of Mark and his tongue licking my nipple. His fingers sliding inside me, his mouth sucking on my clit. I groan and the ache between my thighs gets unbearable.
I imagine him behind me, his big cock buried deep in me, his mouth nibbling on my earlobe. My hand slides between my thighs, rubbing my clit.
My eyes close tight and I bite my lips to suppress my moan.
Mark would be so pissed if he found out what I was doing right now. I am not sure how he would react but one thing is certain. He would be really upset.
I push two fingers into myself, groaning as I picture Mark’s tongue lapping at my slit. He would love eating my pussy. He would bury his head between my thighs and not leave until I was squirting in his mouth.
“Shit.” I hiss as my fingers move in and out of me. My thumb rubs against my clit.
My mind imagines Mark’s fingers inside me and his tongue on my clit. I lean against the wall of the shower.
“Mark!”
The image of his face looking up at me from between my legs drives me crazy.
My toes curl and my head tips back. I press my lips together to keep quiet, even though no one can hear me over the shower.
I can barely breathe. My heart pounds.
“Oh shit!”
I come. Hard.
The pleasure crashes over me like a wave.
Then it’s gone.
My eyes open and I’m standing under the spray of water. I sigh as the pleasure recedes and guilt replaces it. I hate myself. Hate that I have to get myself off just because Mark can’t or won’t give me any.
I quickly finish up in the shower and walk out, drying myself with the towel. My hair is still damp but I don’t care.
As I enter the bedroom, I realize that Mark is now awake and staring at me with a confused look on his face.
” You took a shower in the middle of the night?” He asks and I honestly fight the urge to roll my eyes. If he had done his work as my boyfriend, would I have resulted to getting myself off in the middle of the night?
But, I can’t tell him that now, can I?
” I suddenly felt hot. Maybe from all the drinking we did earlier.” I lie, walking to the wardrobe and opening it to pick a shirt. I know that there is a frown on his face because I could feel his eyes on me.
” I thought you can handle your alcohol just fine? ” He presses and I get annoyed.
” I can do that. I am not drunk. I just felt hot. ” I reply, trying as much as possible to keep my voice low. I don’t need him asking more questions than I want to answer.
I take a random t-shirt and slip it on.
“Are you okay? Your voice sounds strained.” He says and I sigh, knowing that there is no way I can go back to sleep now.
I turn to him. “Yes. I am fine now that I’ve taken a shower. Let’s go back to sleep. ”
***
When I wake up the following morning, Mark is already gone. I intentionally slept in because I didn’t want to face him. I don’t want to start my day by questioning myself why he wouldn’t treat me like his woman when it comes to my sexual needs.
The question of his sexual prowess is out of the question because I know that Mark can fuck. I have experienced it. Now, I have been left wondering if my sexual appeal has gone down and that’s why he doesn’t want me.
With a sigh, I get out of bed and make my way to the bathroom. There, I quickly brush my teeth and take a quick shower before making my way downstairs.
” Good morning.”
The sound of a voice that is not Mark’s causes me to jump. That’s when I realize that it’s his father’s voice. Sometimes, I forget that I am living at his father’s house.
” Davin! ” I acknowledge him.
” Good morning. ” I greet back with a smile. My mind travels back to last night and my cheeks burn with embarassment.
” Mark told me you are not feeling well. Perhaps had too much to drink so I prepared some sobering soup for you.” he says, pointing to a bowl of steaming hot soup on the kitchen counter.
He turns back to flipping whatever he was cooking earlier before I came.
” You should take it while still hot. Breakfast will be ready soon.” He adds with his back facing me. I lean on the kitchen door and admire the view of his back.
” Thank you. ”
I can’t help but be amazed at the fact that he prepared the soup for me. It shows how caring and kind he is.
My eyes trail over him. He is dressed in a simple white t-shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants. His feet are bare, his dark hair is messy, and the smell of coffee fills the air.
His hands are deft and quick as he moves around the kitchen.
My gaze shifts to the muscles that strain against the fabric of his clothes. I swallow hard.
He’s gorgeous.
My stomach twists. I feel an uncomfortable pressure building up inside me.
” Did you sleep well?” He asks, without turning back.
My feet involuntarily walk to him and before I know it, I have them around his waist, my body pressing against his.
“Davin…”
I breathe his name and place my head on his shoulder. His hands stop moving, his body stiffening.
” Lila… ”
The sound of his voice is low and husky.
He turns his head and his dark blue eyes meet mine.
” Do you want to know what I dreamt last night?” I ask, placing my palms on his chest.