100 Days With Mr Romero

Sticky. Everywhere felt sticky. I moved about, sticking my face into the soft cotton of the bed. It smelled really nice and I inhaled voluntarily as a delicious tingle spread within me like a blanket. The low moan that escaped me couldn’t be helped and I continued to move about the bed.

“I guess you are awake.” A deep vice resonated my sweet sleep and I rose, frantically. It was still dark, from the looks of outside, it seemed like it should be around 5am?

I remembered this man, of course I did! I wasn’t the type to forget everything that happened while drunk. Sadly. I could pass for that right now.

“Sorry, you are?” My voice was a mutter, coming out rough.

“The man who saved your drunk ass.” He closed the portfolio he had been reading and threw it without care on the desk. That was when my brain finally decided to wake and I gazed around the surroundings. We were in an office. Inside the office was big and cold, a black wooden desk shared an empty common area with the plush looking black chair resting behind it.

Red lights bedazzled in specks around different areas of the room. I could still have been convinced I was still in the club if not for the lack of music, the low hum of the booming air conditioner, and lifeless paperwork’s gathering on the table.

I almost groaned again, “Oh, thank you for your rendered help, but I think I need to get going now.” I wobbled up slowly from the office couch, and for the first time, out of many other regrets, I regretted wearing a short gown. Still, I was prepared to do the walk of shame, no doubt even mistaken as a one night stand.

“I should probably get to the bathroom.” I added again, gazing briefly up at his profile but he just continued staring at me even as I rounded him, and blindly made my way to the bathroom.

Oh my gosh, I looked like a sicko. And he had seen me like that! Fuck my life.

Quickly, I splashed water on my face for better pronouncement, rubbing it as fierce as I could to get rid of the drool. My appearance wasn’t expatriating too much on my beauty at the moment, and for a countless time that day, i key out another groan.

“Fuck my life,” I muttered, hitting my slightly aching head slowly but continuously on the large bathroom mirror. Situations couldn’t be helped as my dirty mind flowed like a calm

river towards the fine specimen I had come across. Imaginations jammed like a truck in accident and a low heat pooled at my body as dirty positions of me and him filled my thoughts.

My next priority concentrated on how to escape away from the room without raising any cause of notice by him. I held unto the poor excuse of my remaining dignity and walked out of the bathroom, heading straight for the door with determined strides, only to come to a slow stop when my gaze dropped in on the manly feet in front of me, my eyes dragging up to a beautiful face.

“So, uh uhm-he cleared his throat. “I know this could be totally weird of me right now. But it can’t be helped by me, and I believe you are grown up of course, so I’d like to make a suggestion. We are both adults and I want us to treat it as one.”

I stood there, disconcerted and wondering where he was moving on to.

“I want to claim you.” His words disrupted my thoughts and I inhaled in a sharp breathe.

“When you fell on my hands before practically falling on the floor, I knew I just had to have you.” His deep voice reverberated throughout the empty room. He was sounded confident-no he was confident. “Even if it’s for a night.”

Well Emma, what are you waiting for? This is an opportunity to smash him.. it’s not like you would ever meet him again. My subconscious whispered to me, a cup of coffee in her hands as she stared up at him, excitement brewing in the expression on her face-

Arghhh

I nodded my head in return, seeming drunk on nothing as lust clouded my mind out of the blue.

“Words, um?” He raised an eyebrow in question.

“Emmlimy. call me Emma, or Emily,” I quickly put in for him.

“Emma, I’m Gideon.” He whispered as he walked towards me, heat flaming through his eyes. Gideon’s eyes a held a promise of pleasure to come. I could feel it.

He was an epitome of beauty, standing right in front of me, hands on his waist. His sharp jaw traced horizontally to pointed nose as my gaze once again dropped to his very red lips. I let in an audible gulp. I stifled moan as he bent slowly to my neck, inhaling me and letting out a low groan. His tongue skidded out as it came out slowly to lick and trace the veins of my neck. This time, I let out a loud moan.

“If you want us to do this which I’m sure you want, it’s better you make a decision….” his speech was interrupted by the ring of a cell phon and he picked it immediately.

“Alright, see you in an hour.” He ended the call.

I stood still there, my brain foggy as I tried to reminisce what it was that was happening.Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

“I’ve got an hour to you. But we can’t have sex. An hour isn’t enough for the things I want to do to you.” He said and I let out a sharp inhale.

He moved closer to me, breaths fanning my face, “But I can’t let you go out like this. I’ve had a taste of you and I want to taste the inner you. I want to trace my tongues into the depths of your heat. Would you? Would you let me do that?” He asked and I could only nod since that was the only motion I could implore.

“Baby…” he groaned, pulling the me closer to him. What was I thinking right now? This guy was a total stranger. Someone I’ve never met. This shouldn’t be happening and yet, here I was. Craving his touch in places I shouldn’t be.

“Are you having doubts baby girl? Because if you are, we could just go on ahead and not do it. I can’t make you do what you don’t want to. It’s simple. I need your total and full consent before we go deeper in this.” His voice remained cool and collected apart from the little edge to it.

“Uh-no, no. I’m not having any doubts. Let’s just get to it.” I was a confident woman who knew what she wanted. So what if he was a a stranger? It was not far from what I had expected when I had walked into the club earlier. At the back of my mind, I had been expecting a one night stand. This was also not far from my expectations.

Only this man standing right in front of me, was a wet dream walking I wouldn’t mind having for breakfast lunch and dinner.

“Let’s get to it my darling.” He raised his hands to my chin, caressing from the side of my face right to my temple,