Too Good to be Wrong

The alarm clock glows, 4 am the October air chills my moist heated skin thru the cracked window. The arms around me hold me to the warm hard chest I rest my head on, my tired body being charmed by the beat of the heart coming from my pillow. My naked body fitting so perfectly to his, leaning up I caress his cheek and trace his lips with my fingers. Smiling, blushing slightly reminiscing of what actions just hours ago, put us like this, then frowning at fact that the previous time was suppose to be the last time we did this. Yet here we are again in the same position. Sighing, I rest my head on the hard warm pillow storing the charming very temping beat in memory before pulling away. Slowly I pull my body away from his, trying not to wake him, his arms tighten pulling me closer, biting my lip to keep from giggling at the cutest, I slide out of them. Once away from the warmth of his body and the blanket that covered us, my body shivers and tightens as goose-bumps form by being caressed by the early morning chill. Making my way to the connected bathroom, avoiding clothes throw around the floor and the sleeping dog at the end of the bed. Finally I reach the bathroom, a sighing in relief, I turn on the light and close the door, I brush my teeth staring at my self in the mirror, I look over my body, the part visible in the mirror, blushing as I remember the things it felt just a little while ago. The way he made it burn with desire, the ways his hands molded every curve and inch of my flesh. The thoughts alone make my body come alive again with powerful desire. Ignoring the throbbing in my lower regions, I step in the shower, the hot water bringing my body into a cheap high. After my shower, my shower I step into the sauna that is my bathroom, drying myself off, then hanging the towel up, I wrap my body in a robe, leaving my hair down to dry.

The cool air yet again chills my skin as I walk back into the bedroom, to find him still sleeping peacefully. Sitting on the side of the bed, I untie my robe allowing it to open slightly. Gently the cool air caresses the exposed flesh calming my raw nerves. The bed shifts slightly then I feel hands rubbing my back and shoulders, I feel the heat pulsing thru by robe as his body sits behind me pulling me closer into that strong chest that was my pillow minutes before. Moaning as he plays, with my weaknesses, running his hands thru my wet hair pushing it aside to kiss on my neck. Though I can’t see it I know he smiles when I shiver in pleasure as he sucks and nibbles on my neck. His hands touch all the right places as they travel downward. Rest on head on his shoulder I raise my hand to play with his hair, as he rests his chin on my shoulder as his hands open my legs spreading them as he caresses his way up to his prize. For once he skips teasing me, and enters me with two fingers moving them in and out slowly just enjoying his prize. I don’t mind I just like feeling him in me, near me whatever the case. Moaning my desire for him builds, but sadly all is cut short when the alarm clock sounds its objection. He slides his fingers out of me brings them to his mouth sucking the juices off them. Then sliding off the bed, he collects his clothes sliding his boxers then the pants on. I watch as he dresses, wanting to pout and objection as I watch the flesh I desire being covered. He finishes dressing then comes to me and pulls me up, letting his arms wrap around my naked flesh through the open rode. In his eyes, I see his unspoken explanation and his need and lust still burning, he captures my lips then my tongue in a passionate battle. Grasping for air we part, he caresses my back with his hands before he removes them from my heated flesh. He kisses my forehead, then walks out of the room, I stand there, a minute later I hear the front door open then close. Tying the robe back, I just stand there letting it all sink in; again we had sex, and yet again like every time before he left to go back to his life, his girl and their child. I don’t want him to leave them, I want the feeling of guilt to be stronger the passion and rightness of being together. Maybe then we could stop this.

AN: okay… I am going to write more chapters. But anyway I want to know what you all think of it. Good Bad what??? There will actually be some NC-17 in this later, but at the moment it will be R. Can’t wait to know what you think, until next time.