I back away from her and sit on the couch. “Go, but we’re picking up where we left off when you get back home,” I tell her, and I’m sure the look in my eyes tells her how much I don’t want her to leave. But, I’m willing to let her go for as long as she needs for this shopping trip with Rena.
Her eyes slant as she asks, “Get back home?”
“When you get back here,” I correct, realizing it hasn’t been a full day since she’s been here, but I already feel comfortable enough to call my apartment her home. Maybe I do need the time we’re about to spend apart so that I can regroup. I’m falling hard and fast for this beautiful woman. She has a story behind her eyes that makes me want to be there for her in ways I have never been for another woman.
She gets to her feet and announces, “I’ll come back tonight then.”
I frown, and I’m sure crease marks crumple my forehead. “Tonight?” It’s only eleven a.m. Tonight seems like an eternity away.
“Yes, I know it seems like a long time, but Christmas shopping with Rena is an all-day thing. We literally shop until we drop.” She smiles. “Do you still want me to spend the night if we get back late? ”
“I think you know the answer to that.” If she doesn’t, the bulge in my pants should tell her I don’t even want her to leave, so I definitely want her back here as soon as possible. “But in case you don’t.” I stand up and pull her into my arms, so she can feel what she has done to me. Palming the sides of her face, I crook my neck so that our lips touch. She tastes so sweet and tender; I could just stand here and kiss her all day long.
“I’ll be back,” she assures me when I let her go. She backs away from me, not breaking eye contact.
“I’ll be waiting.”
Chapter Nine
Astalia
Mesmerized by Him
December 16, 2019
6:51 p.m.
“Oh, Omega! Give me that big dick!” I scream from the pit of my soul. I have never had a man so deep inside of me that it felt as if he is extracting the breath from my body with each pump. “Don’t you fucking stop! Fuck me like I’m your little whore that I am. I will be whatever you want me to be!”
I’m sprawled across the back of my sofa. He’s standing behind me holding onto my waist and pounding into me from behind, growling out explicative after explicative. “Your pussy is so good. The best! Oh, shit, baby!”
“The best, huh? No, I’m the only pussy this dick can ever touch again. The only one! You hear me?” I yell at him as I begin to rub my clit and throw my ass back on him, catching his rhythm. “This feels so good… I’m about to explode, but I don’t want to stop. I want this feeling to last forever!”
“Give it to me, Astalia. Give daddy that good pussy! And I’ll give you this good dick, forever,” he growls out.
And I do, thrusting backwards into him, giving him all that I have to give, and he takes all that he can take.
“Cum inside of me,” I say when I feel like I’m about to release, and he is pumping in and out of me so hard and fast that I feel faint.
“Mmmmm!” he moans as his hot seed coats my inner walls and trembles ripple through me with the power of an earthquake.
“You’re mine,” I tell him. “I’m never letting you go. You are mine…you are mine… you are mine… you are mine…”
My eyes burst open. I wake up, screaming at the top of my lungs, “You are mine!”
I look around my living room, realizing I am, in fact, at my apartment, but I’m alone. There are no clothes on the floor. No lamp shades knocked over or pillows tossed from the sofa. No aftereffects of steamy sex between me and Omega. Most importantly, there is no Omega. However, the words I used to so possessively claim Omega in my dream continue to vibrate in my mind.
You are mine.
Obviously, a part of me is using that dream to tell me something; something I’m not ready to face. A psychiatrist would have a field day with that… if I was willing to talk about it with anyone else. I must’ve fallen asleep after coming home to drop off the items I picked up while out shopping with Rena. The last thing I remember is sitting down on the sofa to rest for a minute. Then, I wake up proclaiming he’s mine.
“Wow, what a dream!”
I hop up from the sofa and go into the bathroom to splash my face with cold water. Then, I head into the kitchen to get a bottle of water. I need to cool down, and this is the best way to do it. Next step is a cold shower.
The heated moments I’ve spent with Omega have led me to the point of seeing him in my dreams. It feels like we’re actually getting to know each other in the little time we have shared. I’m afraid of getting attached too fast. Now, he has followed me into my dreams.
Now that I’m awake, I can still feel him all over me. This is too much too fast for me. I am supposed to be going back to his house, but I need a moment to think.