A discovery
Mary Davies
Waking up in Edward Jones’s arm was surprising, considering the fact that I was expecting to wake up in my room. The most shocking of it all was the way he was holding me to his body, and the way I was curved around him.
I remembered everything that happened last night, how I practically begged him to touch me. I should be feeling ashamed, but instead the thoughts alone sent tingles down my body. It was simply sex and nothing else but my body enjoyed every part of it.
His eyes suddenly opened, he blinked severally before he finally opened his eyes. He stared at me widely.
“Hi,” I whispered softly, not making an effort to let him go. He took in our intimate position and a smile crept up to his face.
“You are still here? I never thought I will still see you here this morning.” He mumbles, rubbing his face with his right hand while holding me by the waist with the other.
“Sorry,” I whispered.
“Sorry for what? For passing out after sex or for turning my body to your cozy bed?” He asked, with an amused grin on his face.
We were both naked under the sheets, I tried to get up but I felt his hands caress my ass. He pressed into me and I felt his morning arousal on my laps. He took my hands and slid it over his arousal.
“This is what you do to me,” he says with his husky voice. His eyes closed and he groans as I ran my hands over his hard length. Suddenly he turned me on my back, and got on top me, with his knee nudging my legs apart.
“Damn! you are so wet.” He murmurs as his hands found their way between my thighs. I whimper as he pushed a finger inside of me. It was like my body woke up for him. He replaced his mouth with his hands, running his tongue down my clit and licking me right there. My breath almost left me when he did it again. My hands slipped into his hair and I pulled him closer, spreading my legs widely for him to access properly.
His tongue found the wet folds of my pussy and he tugs my clit into his mouth, sucking it harder. He brought his head up after that, looking at me menacingly. I stared at his cock and noticed a pre cum on it.
I was about to push him down when he held on to my hand.
“If you do that, I will start getting the feelings that you like me.” He murmurs, staring at my lip.
He pulled away from me and sat at the edge of the bed, which was far away from me. I moved closer to him and straddled him, I put my lips closer to his ear.
“Just for a moment and I will be out of your room,” My lips found his soft, yet firm mouth and he stills. I continued kissing him even though he didn’t kiss me back.
“What is it?” I asked, feeling angry that he doesn’t want me the way I want him right now. I was about to get up when he suddenly grabbed me by the waist. He traced my wet slit with the tip of his fingers, and I shuddered. I could feel my walls tightening against his fingers. He suddenly replaced his fingers with his dick, I moaned softly, aching my back as I wrapped my arms around his neck. I began to rock my hips against his, pushing back as he thrust against me.
The loud sound on the door made us stop moving. He stills inside me, cussing silently but he didn’t pull out of me. He tilts his head and glances at the wall clock in his room. I realized we were almost late for Juliet’s burial, guilt enveloped me as the flashback of everything that happened began to replay over again. My half sister was dead but I was here fu*king Edward Jones with no shame.
Edward Jones scowls down at me as if I did something wrong. The knock stopped and we heard footsteps retreating. Then his thrusts suddenly picked up in a punishing rhythm and he pulled out of me abruptly.
I felt embarrassed because I didn’t want him to stop and I felt bad that I wasn’t sober about Juliet’s death.
“Mary, you’ve had enough.”
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