Why Can't I Be Yours?

PRELUDE

My body felt the warmth of his hand, cupped and tangled; especially my breast and instantly the sensation swarmed in—clasping. Slippery within, my insides begged for his lips and at that moment, he popped swiveling my hormones—wild!

What a whore! Anyone would think, imagining the worst of me, but really I'm just a simple eighteen-year-old longing for a man that's out of her league!

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The sun shone in its golden rays; like one delicate on a beach, that strangles it with its heat and especially sensitive to the human body during a sun-kissed photograph. The perfection of its beam cradled into my room with its golden strand of rays falling on the man that just walked in through the door. Turning the knob, he shut the door; silencing the chaos in my heart.

I watched his amazing and obsessive figure sweep into my room with agility and staring closely, everything in my world froze. Perfect blue eyes that could crush any woman in its path with lust hastened toward me and drooling at the masculine countenance on my trace, I relieved myself of the shock lurking within. Gazing hungrily, I let out a placid gasp, masked with serenity then sat up. He was finally at the bed's footboard and gazing with a heart that thumped like the beats of a conqueror's drum upon a conquest, I exhaled.

Taking a left turn toward my bedside, he slid his fingers, trickling it along my legs and then triggering my senses. My heart was cornered in astonishment and crouching on the bed, his fingers played into my nightie. Delving deeper, his fingers massaged my thigh than picking out two of them, it was dipped into my v-gina. Shocked by the sensitivity of his touch, I parted my mouth widely before releasing a low-pitched moan; one that scratched my throat, then I scattered my legs while my toes curled, crawling on the sheets.

His fingers moved inside me, and as they roamed the corners of my walls, the longing was over. Stretching his fingers along, my walls clasped at the touch and I became wet. Now moving freely against the slippery texture of my insides, my stomach churned from excitement. Gazing up at the sweetheart rocking my world, I moaned uncontrollably. Moving faster, he cupped my bre*st with his left hand while his right was between my legs. Then, pulling his pants, he dragged my legs, pulling me very close to him; so much that my head was no longer on the headboard but was now resting on the mattress.

Separating my legs, his groin collided with mine and soon his pr*ck was inside me—alarming. It crashed against my walls and thrusting harshly, I screamed. His body was firmly on mine, bringing me into contact with his chiseled chest. The bed shook—enraged, and my body was shoved in different directions. The feeling was cursed with purity and embalmed with lust. It felt so perfect, too good to be true, except it wasn't and as the touch on my skin triggered, the images faded away and I opened my eyes.

"Michelle, Michelle," the voice called, dragging me back and it was a confirmation that I was previously in slumber.

Laid straight with my body spread on the bed and face on the ceiling was me and my fingers were between my legs, searching for the pr*ck that was making me lose my mind. I did feel like one that had just been s*x-slapped, feeling slippery down there but certainly not satisfied with the s*x.

It was more like I needed more!

This wasn't the first time and if it hadn't happened before, I would have believed that it was real and not another of my s*x dreams where I fantasized about sleeping with my boss. Enlarging my eyes, I realized that I was just awoken by Antonia, the household mistress. Instantly, I sat up and then breathing heavily with sweat all over my skin, I looked at her face.

"Are you alright?" She then touched my forehead; out of concern because I appeared exhausted. Slightly, I nodded then feeling my skin, she added, "well, you're warm,"

She stared at my eyes and I was still shocked by how intense the dream was compared to the usual. I couldn't speak to her as I was still catching my breath while trying to wrap my head around the sensuous arousal in my heart. She gazed at me some more, believing that she frightened me but certainly, we all know what's up.

"Get ready, we need you downstairs." She smiled then gazed at my face as she wanted to check if I was still sleepy. I smiled back and with that, she walked out of the room, slamming the door behind her. I watched her leave and finally dwelling in reality, I sighed before looking to my nightstand where the alarm clock sat. I checked the time and seeing that it was 6:30 a.m., I realized how much I messed up as Sir Charles would be down for breakfast before thirty minutes.