Red_Roses_and_Black_Dahlias_-_Macy_T

would have thought I had dreamed it if not for his grip on my waist and hair.
“Go to my room and take your clothes off.” My breath hitched at his
command.
Although I was crazy for him, although I wanted him with every inch of
my soul, a small part of me dreaded his words. As I said, sex wasn’t
pleasurable for me in the past, and I wasn’t sure I was ready for that. He must
have sensed my anguish because he cupped my cheek and made me look him
in the eyes.
“Hey, we’re not having sex.” Despite myself, my shoulders slumped in
relief. Actually, it was paradoxical how relieved and disappointed this news
made me feel. “Go wait for me, I think you’ll need what I have in store for
you.” I gulped and nodded quietly.
Then I got on my tip-toes and pressed my lips to his, just because I could.
It felt amazing, kissing him because I felt like it, not worrying about making
things awkward or about him pulling away.
As I moved back, his eyes slowly opened back and they stared back at me
in undeniable hunger. “Go. Hurry up before I change my mind and bend you
over the couch so I can eat your sweet little pussy from behind.” I squealed at
the visual this created in my head and hurried away in the direction of his
bedroom.
Entering it felt strange, I hadn’t set foot in there since the first day when
Maddox gave us a tour of the apartment. His room smelled like him, woodsy
and musky, completely addictive.
A full-length mirror stood right in front of his bed and my cheeks warmed
up at the idea that we would be able to see ourselves pleasuring each other.
And damn, I was dying to pleasure him.
Every time I closed my eyes for the last two weeks, all I saw was him
behind me in my bed, his calloused hand between my legs as I ground into it,
using him to get off. That morning had been haunting me. I would have given