Stop thinking.
Stop thinking.
For now, sleep.
Tomorrow you can think again.
“You’re with me,” I repeated so she’d lie back down and go to sleep.
Her glassy eyes connected with mine before she closed them again, curved her body to mine, and whispered, “And you’re with me.”
And with her soft little words, I became undone.
Yes, I was with her. I’d stay that way.
Consequences or not.
12
Corrine
“We really should get up and start the day,” he said as he kissed me on the top of the head.
We had spent the entire morning having sex and cuddling. I could have remained like that all day.
“Let’s get in the shower,” he said.
He bent down and lifted my limp and satisfied body. He didn’t seem to find me heavy in the slightest, and I found the new experience of being carried by someone enjoyable. It made me feel safe, protected and nurtured. Like I was a delicate princess… too special to walk. I wrapped my arms around his neck and allowed him to carry me to the bathroom in his cradled embrace. I didn’t say anything. Nor did he. I just held.
He placed me outside the shower and turned on the water. Although the water shot out of the shower head at a bitterly cold temperature, splashing on us in tiny droplets, Mr. D quickly adjusted the taps until it was delightfully warm as I entered the stall. The water washed away the remnants of last night and this morning and washed away any signs of what we had just done. Yet, a pleasure in the most taboo of ways remained. We had sex. Mr. D and I had sex… multiple times.
He discarded his boxer briefs and stepped into the shower himself. He was naked. And although I had seen him naked last night, this was the first man I truly had ever seen completely nude in broad daylight.
I stepped to the side a bit so we could both share the streaming water. I wanted to examine every inch of his body with my eyes, with my hands, and even my tongue. Clearly last night, and even this morning, wasn’t enough. My appetite for more grew.
“Hand me that bottle,” he said, pointing to the shampoo.
I did so, and he squeezed some into his palm and then reached for my hair and began to massage it into my scalp.
I moaned.
I couldn’t help it. It felt so good, and the loving act was not lost on me. I never had someone do something so tender and affectionate to me before.
He continued to work the shampoo into my hair as the floral fragrance wafted up my nose, reviving my neglected soul. I actually felt cared for.
“You have gorgeous hair,” he said softly. His nude body was so close to mine, yet it did not touch, nor did I feel like the act was his foreplay for more sex. He was simply doing this to be kind.
“I’ve never had anyone wash my hair before. Well unless you count the hairdresser, but I’ve never had… this. I’m not used to… attention.”
“You deserve this every day,” he mumbled, so low that it seemed he hadn’t planned for me to actually hear what he said.
He used the rest of the soapy lather on his hands and ran it over my entire body. It wasn’t sexual. It wasn’t lecherous. It was simply a man cleaning a woman.
“You know we’re breaking all the rules. We shouldn’t be doing this.” His words weren’t cruel, but they still stung. I didn’t want this to be wrong when I knew it felt right.
I looked at him as he helped me rinse the shampoo out of my hair. “Do you always follow the rules?” I wondered if I was expected to agree, because I didn’t want to.
He nodded. “Usually the big ones. Yes. This is a pretty fucking massive rule we are ignoring.”
“Why? I’m nineteen.”
“Because you’re a student of Black Mountain Academy. I’m the principal… at least until someone catches wind of this.”
“I would never tell anyone.”
“It’s not just that.” He leaned down and softly kissed my lips. “We both know this isn’t going to end well.”
“Why?” I said as I lowered my hand to his dick, loving that it instantly twitched and hardened. “You think I can’t keep up with you?” I licked my lips and considered dropping to my knees to show him just how wrong he was about us. We could work. We could make it work.
“We are both at very different stages of our lives.”
“I believe you’re overthinking,” I said, not wanting to ruin this perfect moment. “Let’s just live in the moment. Right now.” I gave a wicked smile as I stroked his dick. “We already crossed the line. We might as well enjoy this side of forbidden.”
Mr. D swallowed hard but didn’t respond.
I didn’t mind the touch of bad. I actually enjoyed the smell of possible destruction. At least it made me feel something, anything. I wasn’t numb. I had felt nothing for so long that even feeling dirty and soiled by temptations was better than the void of nothing I had been spinning in for so long.