Forbidden
324 Words
What is skin?
What is touch?
What is fear?
What is love?
What is pleasure?
Is it what I feel?
His fingers stroke my skin and his arm wraps around my waist.
“We should tell her,” he whispers in between the kisses he places on my neck…my ears…my throat…
I shake my head, his hot breath fans the small hairs on my skin and his fingers roam down to my thighs.
“You can’t be serious, she—” I let out a hiss and his fingers press on the spot in between my thighs, my new blue dress separating my skin from his fingers direct touch.
“f**k…you’re so responsive!” he says hotly as he proceeds to loosen his tie.
My hand reaches for his abruptly and stops him.
I shake my head.
Fear.
Pleasure.
I was feeling them all at once.
“The ceremony will start soon, don’t undress,” I pleaded, maybe for myself, maybe for him.
“I want to feel your skin against mine, just for a second,” his desperate brown gaze held mine and I willed myself not to cry.
“Don’t take it off, please” I pleaded although I knew he would heed. He loved it when our bare chests came in contact and so did I.
He rubbed his chests against my hardened peaks and then groaned in pleasure.
“We have to stop…”
Now hearing those words from him made me want him even more, because we both knew we shouldn’t continue.
He moved my thong to the side and slipped inside of me with no hesitation, eliciting a cry from my throat as my nails dug into the soft flesh of his back.
He pulled back and then pushed back into me.
That movement…
Stole my breath away…
We had to stop, this had to be the last time…
He was marrying my mother in a few minutes.
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