Chapter 9

I stood in front of him as he guided my hand.

"Stop." I said and pulled it away.

"I thought you said you were game?"

"Not like that though. I can't go through with it. It just doesn't sit well with me."

"Your lost." He turned and walked farther into the room.

"Can I at least watch?"

"Why?"

"I like what I see."

"Do you really want me to answer that?"

"Nope." I saw the perfect opportunity to smack him on the ass. The sound was sharp and I felt his muscles tighten. I only made it two feet before he grabbed me and pinned me to the bed.

"All right. I give." I giggled.

"Nope. Not this time."

"But Leon, you're naked and in top of me." My voice quieted on the final part. I glanced down at him and watched him twitch and flicker to life. I felt myself grow hot.

"Baby, I think we need to um."

"Oh, yeah."

He rolled off of me and pulled on his boxers. I got up and left the room.

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'Your love is a one in a million. It goes on and on and on. You give me a really good feeling, all day long.'

My body was pressed against his in the crowded room. The music and the humidity made the passion grow. There always been a slight need for one another's company but now it was a demand.

My hands traveled across his chest. I let them rest on his heart. The beats of it in sync with the slow sounds of Aaliah's 'One in A Million'. I bit my bottom lip and glanced up at him. He stared at me with dreamy eyes. I knew what he wanted and I could not say I didn't want it too.

The song was replaced by another slow jam as he led me off the floor. My virgin white peasant dress flowed with the pace of my walking. I found myself closing my eyes just to hear the lowered sound of his breathing and light steps.

The room was large and lit with red and white candles. Rose peddles lay on the bed and floor. The bed itself was an oak wood canopy bed. Cream-colored silk drapes hung from the post, making things and people on the bed seem blurred. The windows where also draped with the silk, giving the room a sense of balance.

He guided me to the bed, the music dull through the thick walls. He laid me down and towered over me. I placed my index finger on his lips and held on to his arm. He moved a strain of hair from my face. We went upper ward on the bed, and got on knees so he could be on the same level. His arm locked around my waist and he pulled me into his kiss. His tongue fought with my, trying to become the dominant force. His fingers pulled down my zipper and peeled away my protective shield of cotton and lace.

I fought my battle with him. My mouth retaliated against this advances. I unbutton his shirt and tossed it aside. His chest glistened and heaved as he became increasingly excited.

He pulled the straps down, his hands skimming over my skin, sending shock waves through me. The hook came undone as I finally freed him for the entire world to see.

He laid me back and kissed my neck, his lips brushing and rubbing at once. They journeyed towards the curve of my breast. They dotted out the shape of each one before finding the center to clutch and caress on. His mouth made it's way to the navel, where the tongue danced for a joyous event.

His touch sent me through the tunnel of confusion and pleasure. My fortress began to heat and water as his southward quest almost found it's destination.

He unsnapped the hooks of that kept the bikini cuts on and lifted me from my back to take them from under me and down to the floor.

I could feel the heat of his breath as each breeze collided with my thighs and lips. My cup had run over. He lifted my legs on his shoulders and kissed my node, causing my walls to vibrate and my thoughts to clear. His tongue brought me closer to the edge; each tug, each kiss, each entry, pushing me ever so near.

He pulled away, licked his lips and came to engulf me. He balanced himself over me and kissed my chest before he pushed my legs up and farther apart. He tucked in my stomach and positioned himself at my opening. My legs trembled and my back fought to arch in acceptance to him.

I felt the fortress walls being split in two. The pain blinded my mind with a sharp, bright white light. I held until his shoulders, my nails breaking the skin. He stayed in place, careful not to move. He looked down into my eyes. We seemed to reflect the image of lust to each other.

He slowly released only to flood me again. The white light was replaced with reds, oranges, and yellows.

The gasps and exhales were replaced by silent whimpers and pleas for him to stop but to not stop. My arms hooked under him, my hands held onto his shoulders. The reentries and repeated exits set off signals to feel more and to focus on one spot, one feeling and one release.

I gasped and tried to keep from tightening up. It I could just hold on and fight it. He quickened his pace, the thrust coming faster, speeding the process to climax.

I gasped and moaned until I reached the edge of the end. I grew silent as the feeling died in its sudden preparation for it.

He paused too, seeming to come to his on end. He pushed onward once before freezing in my tight grip. I felt my walls beat against his rod, ready to take in what would not come.

He lay on my stomach in the sweet end of the dream. He whispered my name as I finally said his in a horrid discovery.

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I awoke in cold sweat in my own bed in my own house. I got up and walked around. It was only four on a Saturday morning.

I walked outside and murmured, "There is no way I would sleep with him. I couldn't. Bad dream. I love Leon. We are soul mates. I know it. I couldn't see myself with no one else."

I walked back inside and to my bathroom. I turned on the light and stared at my reflection. My eyes had black bags, were swollen and blood shot. I had never felt more confused in my life.

"I hate you." I screamed and hit the mirror with all my strength, creaking the glass. My hand bled but all I could think of was what if it were to happen. What if I were to sleep with Dominic Torretto?