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Her mouth left my cock, and she looked up and swallowed before filling her mouth with water. She rose, and I grabbed the back of her neck, kissing her. Even though she’d drunk water, cleansing her mouth, I could still taste the saltiness of my cum on hertongue.
The kiss grew in intensity, making my cock hard again. Lifting her up, I put her legs around my waist, plunging back into her. Using the tiled wall to help me hold her in place, I fucked heragain.
Over and over, I pounded into her as my kiss kept her moans quiet. As soon as her body began quaking around my cock, I came, too. Moving my mouth away from hers, I kissed her neck as we caught ourbreaths.
Her nails had dug into the flesh of my back, and she eased her grip on me. “August, is this what I can expect every time you come home from a therapysession?”
“I don’t know about that. I’m pretty sure this is just from being away from you for two weeks. But we’ll see.” I washed her body with strawberry scented body wash, and she washed mine with the musky body wash she liked me to use, then I took her to mybed.
I had no idea if we’d even stop long enough to eat. My body craved hers, and it seemed like hers craved mine, too. So, why not give in to what we both wanted sodesperately?
There are worse ways to spend one’stime.
Chapter Twenty-seven
Tawny
I’d fallen asleep in August’s bed as he’d completely worn me out. His hand on the back of my neck woke me up abruptly. He gripped it tightly, and then his knee was in the middle of my back. His words were slightly slurred, growled out near my ear, “How did you get inhere?”
“August, it’s me, Tawny,” I said with a stern tone. “You need to wake upnow.”
But he didn’t seem to hear what I’d said as he continued to hold me, calling out to someone who wasn’t there. “Jones, get the zip ties. I don’t know how this bastard got in here, but he’s our prisonernow.”
“August, please,” I shouted. “It’s me, Tawny. Wakeup!”
There were bottles of water on both nightstands, all I had to do was reach one, and I could wake him up. But unfortunately for me, I’d fallen asleep on my stomach, and I was helpless as he pinned me to thebed.
August pulled my hands back, his fingers moving over my wrists as he pretended to use a zip tie to bind my hands together. And that’s when I saw my chance. He’d think my hands were bound, but they wouldn’tbe.
Not struggling at all, I let him pick me up, putting me on my feet. He looked past me, as though talking to someone as his hands held my shoulders. “Get him out ofhere.”
He removed his hands from my arms, and that’s when I grabbed the bottle of water, rapidly taking the lid off and squeezing it. A stream of water hit him right in the eyes, and he moved his hands quickly to deflectit.
But it had done its job, and when he moved his hand, I saw that he’d come back to reality. “Tawny?”
“August,” I put the bottle down, released my pent-up breath, and huggedhim.
“What’d I do?” his voice was so quiet I barely heard him. His hold on me so tight that I could feel the uneasiness fillinghim.
“You didn’t hurt me. You just thought I was the enemy and had snuck into your bed, I think. Everything’s okay now. Come on, we can get back into bed now.” His hands moved through my hair, sending a chill through me as he continued to holdme.
“Tawny, I’m taking you to your room now.” In one swift movement, he had me up in his arms, carrying meaway.
That was the last thing I wanted. “August, it’s okay. You didn’t hurtme.”
“Not this time I didn’t. But what happens the next time? There’s no way of telling, Tawny. I’m putting you where you’ll be safe.” He walked to my room and opened the door, placing me on the bed. “Good night. I loveyou.”
My heart was breaking. “August, I’ll be okay. Please, let me sleep withyou.”
“No,” came his one-word response. Then he walked out, making sure to lock my door before he closedit.
The pain and frustration I felt couldn’t be tamed. I ended up getting up and taking a shower to try to ease the tension that had filled me. It wasn’t fair. I had a man who I loved, and he loved me, yet we couldn’t sleep together because he was afraid he’d hurt me in hissleep.
How could this befixed?
I had no idea, and as I stood in that hot shower, I knew that wasn’t the way I wanted to live. But I’d made August a promise. I’d told him I would always be there for him, that I’d never turn my back onhim.
But how could I be true to myself,too?
