I stood by the window, looking at the sunrise.
I closed my silk robe, feeling shivers from the wind.
Suddenly, I felt his hands at my waist, pulling me back, colliding my back to his chest.
"Come back to bed," He whispered in my ear.
"This was a mistake." I blurted, ignoring his request.
He moved my hair to the side and started kissing my neck, with hot licks and nibbles.
He found my weakness, my resistance begins to falters. I sighed.
"That's not what you said last night or the night before or the previous one." He continued on, his hands touching my silk robe, looking for an entrance.
His hands found my skin, making me shiver from his touch.
"I've made many mistakes this past few weeks." I answered, resisting the urge to moan as I felt his lips and hands on me.
"Then what's the harm in one more?" He answered, nibbling on my ear.
I turned around to face him, trying to break off skin contact before I gave in.
I wanted to tell him to stop, to keep his hands off of me and to leave me alone.
But instead I stared into his green eyes, not believing the words I've said in my head myself.
He cupped my face and kissed me, his lips moving urgently against mine.
I was suddenly backed up against the wall, his hands opening my robe.
His hands now all over my breasts and my hands gripping his soft hair.
He kissed me everywhere he could reach, my legs around his waist.
In one movement, I feel him inside. The guilt and doubt replaced by pleasure. Pure addicting pleasure.
I moved with him, meeting his thrusts.
I revel in it, giving in.
No one has to know.