He watched her from under heavy lidded eyes. The sparse light allowed him to see the woman in the doorway. The dark strands of her hair tumbled around her face and shoulders in waves, veiling her features. She was wearing that godawful nightshirt of hers again. He frowned. He was going to have to do something about her wardrobe, he realised. She needed colors that emphasized the paleness of her skin, clothes that hugged the ample roundness of her breasts, the lush curves of her hips and ass. Jesus christ he was tired of her always hiding from him!
He folded his arms beneath his head. “Come here,” he ordered.
She hesitated. “I was just seeing if you needed anything,” she protested.
“Come here,” he repeated. “now.”
She took a moment, then shuffled inside the room. “What do you want?” she asked. Her tone was sharp as if she reprimanding a belligerent child.
he smiled. She watched him warily.
“Closer.” he beckoned.
His eyebrow rose. Did she just say no to him?
“I am tired, I dont want to play your game.”
“Game? there is no game.” he reassured.
“Sure there is.” she planted a hand on her hip. “your sudden interest in me. Its so subtle, you could hit me with an anvil” she sneered. “I have nothing of value. So it cant be money, or sex. You must be bored with those little blonde bimbos you fuck. Whats the matter, the two brain cells couldnt rub together to form a thought?”
He laughed. The sound rumbling from his chest. “Really thought of all the reasons I might not be interested in you?” he narrowed his eyes. “If you ever criticize yourself like that again in my presence, you will not like the consequences!”
His words washed over her leaving her warm and shaken. “I dont care,” she spoke finally, with a defiant lift of her chin. “I know how men like you think about women like me.”
He sat up. Disbelief and rage settled over him in an icy grip. He couldnt believe she had dared to compare him to the losers she dated! That she had dared to think so low of himself. Or had dared to think she was not worthy of anybody. She was standing before him, her arms crossed over her breasts defiantly, eyes glaring from under errant strands of unruly curls.
He wanted to haul her over his knee and spank the boldness out of her! The idea of filling his hands of her round ass made his cock twitch.
His eyes travelled the length of her. She would handle him just fine, her body cushioning his. With every thrust.
Realising the direction his thoughts were taking him, he began to notice there was something off about the way she was holding herself.
Her arms were still crossed, fingers of one hand kept plucking at her sleeve, while the other hand plucked at her neckline. Her hair kept falling into her face, hiding her features.
That was it.
The realisation dawned on him in disbelief.
She wasnt being defiant. She was hiding from him. Hiding her body from him.
“Come here.” he ordered her to come closer to the bed. She shook her head.
“Please.” he bade her.
She bit her lip. Then moved one foot in front of the other. His hand shot out, and he seized her. He hauled down to the bed beside her.
She cried out. He released her, hands up in placating manner. “I am sorry.” he murmured.
“What are you doing.” she snapped. She glared at him.
“What are you doing?” he shot back. “Hiding from me.”
“Hiding? I am here. How can I be hiding?”
He smoothed a hand over her hair, brushing the strands away from her face. “You asked me why I am interested in you.” he murmured. “you intrigue me.”
She tried to wiggle free.
“Dont.” he warned her. “Believe me. I am honest with my words.” he framed her face. “I dont see pretty or beautiful when I see you. You are like a diamond. In its rawest form.”
“So I am coal.” she snarked. “Thanks”
“Coal?” he laughed softly. “Diamonds are never formed from coal. They are just different forms of carbon.” he informed her. “You are all jagged, sharp like diamonds before they are cut or smoothed out. So many facets how can anyone know who you truely are? I aim to find out.”
She bit her lip. ‘Why?”
“I want to.” he smoothed his hand down her throat to rest at her collar bone. “I want to discover your secrets. What makes you laugh, what makes you cry what makes you angry.”
“No” she murmured. “You will get bored, and leave.”
He smirked. “I doubt I will. Not with a mouth like yours.” he thumbed her collarbone. He wanted to explore her body. He wanted to make her squirm and sigh. Hear her little moans, he couldnt do that unless he made her feel completely comfortable with him. Comfortable with her body. Comfortable with him touching her.
“If I kiss you now, will you let me” he whispered. His head lowered. His breath was hot over her mouth. He could see her eyes widen. “Let me taste you. I want your mouth. Give me your mouth.”
His words were an erotic litany, and he saw her teeth release her lip. “Is that a yes.” he asked.
Her hands moved then, snake like fast. In his hair, startling him. She pulled him down to her. Their mouths touched. He could taste her, sweet and minty from the toothpaste she used. He teased her lips with his tongue, and she parted her mouth.
– i took a memory of M and embellished x100!!! its all fiction!
if only he could look at me like that.