I pick up my wine glass moving away from her hard wooden kitchen chairs. Placing my glass on her coffee table, I sit down on her soft brown leather couch. I want to tell her the true reason why I cannot touch her, but I know that I can’t. At least not here, people will hear her scream at me when I come clean about Melinda.
She walks over to me standing before me, “Now you know the story, so what was I? Was I a call girl?”
“No, you were a consensual sex slave that got a little out of hand toward the end.”
Shaking her head, “I was far from a slave. I was craving it.”
Staring up at her blue eyes, “You missed the consensual part.” Grabbing her wrist, pulling her down until she is sitting on my lap. I place my hand to the nape of her neck. “Cassi, I want to touch you and kiss you. I was crumbling the both times you touched my hand on the beach.” I pull her head down as I trace my thumb over her lips.
She groans, “Please stop, because I know that you’re only going to tease me again,”
Gazing into her eyes, “Cassi, I do want to kiss you.” Pulling her closer to me, but I feel her neck moving away. Growling within my chest, “Cassi, why are you fighting me? I know that you can feel this attraction that we have between us.”
She squeezes her eyes closed, “And then what happens tomorrow?”
Pushing her off of me and then I stand up. I bend down, picking her up from the couch. Carrying her to her bedroom, I place her down on her bed. She stares up at me as I remove my shirt. I lay down next to her. Reaching for her hands, I entwine my fingers with hers. I pull her arms over her head, pinning them down. I whisper to her, “You cannot touch me either.”
Half covering my body on top of her, then leaning my forehead to hers. I am less than an inch away from our lips meeting. Bending my knee to the side so it is resting between her legs. I move into her, placing a few gentle kisses to each side of her face.
Again, whispering, “Baby, I’m dying to explore your body.” She whimpers as I place my knee firmly in the crotch area of her shorts. She moans trying to stretch her body away from the pressure of my knee. “I can feel how wet you are through your clothes!” Growling out my words, “My God, you want me badly, don’t you?”
She nods yes to me. I push my lips to hers, taking her into a deep sensual kiss. We explore each other’s mouths with our tongues.
After a few minutes, I let her come up for air. She is heavily panting. Then I go in for the kill to see her reaction. Speaking into her ear, “Cassi, do you only lust for me or can you commit to me?”
She holds her breath for a few seconds before she answers, “Tony, I don’t understand?”
I place a few kisses to the side of her face, “Am I just a rebound for you? Do you have feelings for me like I have for you? I need to know before I throw it all away. Can you commit yourself to me and be in a relationship with me?”
She turns her head, then kisses my lips. She pulls away to speak, “Tony, you’re scaring me. Don't do this,” she hissed. “You want me. I know you do.”
Then, like an idiot, I pushed her away and stood up. Tugging on my shirt, I turn to her speaking sternly. “There's my problem with . . . this.” I lumbered to the door and covered my dying erection with my hand. “I don't want to be just another fuck for you, Cassi. That would destroy me and our friendship if it happens.” I clutched the doorknob and grimaced at her scowl. “I'll see you on Monday, after we've both had time to think about things. If you figure out if I'm worth the commitment, we'll hash out our relationship and see if we can take matters to the next level.”
I don’t wait for her to answer as I get up. Leaving, walking right out of her apartment. I’ll let Cassi stew over my words, but right now I have to clear my mind of her. I need to start to prepare myself for Melinda.
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