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Rated M: For language and sexual content.
WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS LEMON(S). BE WARNED AND ENJOY ;)
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Previously on Weak:
"Say it again…" I whisper, as I close my eyes… waiting for that special name.
"Star." He whispers in my ear as he kisses my temple.
"What's happening to me?" I say exasperated. I moan as he kisses my neck.
"Sssshhhh…" He lets me go, standing up and picking me up from the floor. He leads me out of the living room into my bedroom. Lightly puts me on the bed with him still on top of me.
"I don't know if I can do this…Richard. Let you back into my life after what we've been through…"
"I won't let you go this time… you need to believe that. I want you in my life whether we're loving each other or fighting… I want to do that with you. Please… let me love you." He says it with the outmost sincerity.
Is this the same man, I dated so long ago?
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I can't do this… No, I can't allow him to love me so easily without telling him.
"I slept with Bruce!" I said sighing. Relieved but terrified as to how he will react.
He lets go of me, almost dropping me. His expression dark with unimaginable fury but his eyes—oh his eyes are full of sadness.
"It wasn't supposed to happen… He found me in Paris and I was upset, so he took me out for a drink… we were both not in our sober minds… and you know…" I desperately look into his eyes waiting for a change in his expression.
"How long has he known that you were in Paris?" he said sternly. I can tell he's trying to keep his cool. But I know very well that when it comes to Bruce, he never can. There's only a matter of time before he explodes.
"He found me 3 months after I left. He assumed that I was ignoring him but when he actually came to look for me, he found out that I left. We only did it that one time, Richard. I didn't want to tell you later because it would have tainted the moment we had just a few moments ago…"
He puts his head down, his hand going through his hair.
"Honey, there's nothing happening between me and Bruce now. We're just friends… He was very apologetic about it. Please don't be mad at him…"
"Why are you defending him?! He wanted to fuck you! I bet you anything he couldn't stand the idea of not sleeping with you… having someone reject him… that's an attack to his ego!"
"Why do you always assume!? MAYBE HE GEUINELY CARES FOR ME! What about that, hmm?!" My blood boiling with fury. I can't believe him right now. People change… I want to believe that. I thought I can change my heart and forget Richard. Bruce allowed me to do that. Bruce really does care… he may grow to love me if I let him.
"I live with Bruce! Don't tell me how to think! I don't want you to be some trophy in his fucking gallery! I don't want you to talk to him!" His eyes blazing, burning into mine.
I'm almost afraid to step forward to touch his face. To relax this man that I still love.
Despite how friendly Bruce and I have been… nothing compares to Richard… my first love. A more naïve self believed he would be the only love in my life. But love is always harder than you think… whether it's letting go or just getting hurt.
I step forward, I hold my breath. Let me touch you, Richard. My hands make it to his face. His face in my hands, his eyes look away, still hurt.
"Honey…"
He's fighting a smile; must be a sweet adolescent memory resurfacing from his memory.
"You loved it when I called you honey…" I whisper, smiling.
"I still love it." He said sighing as he looks into my eyes. He grabs my waist in a possessive way. "I get sick picturing Bruce touching that which belongs to me…" he said, his hands caressing my behind and my back.
The sensation sends chills up my spine, inhaling sharply.
"If it helps, I don't remember what it felt like…"
His nose nuzzles mine, "Kory, it doesn't matter… he still touched you the way I did… Is it possessive of me to think that I was hoping that I was going to be the only man to touch you that way?"
I bite my lip… remembering how wonderful his lovemaking was. The memories brief… my body sends signals… telling me she wants to feel it all over again as if to lose my virginity once again.
"So possessive… like a stalker…" I said chuckling.
"Really now…" he whispers into my ear, nibbling onto the lobe of my left ear.
I let out a moan. Damn it… my sensitive spot.
"Your body hasn't changed a bit, Star." He says chuckling at my exasperated reaction.
"Hey! That's not funny. You're taking advantage of an innocent woman who is clearly in love with her possessive stalker ex-boyfriend…" I say pouting my lips.
"I would rather be your possessive stalker boyfriend, Kory. You deserve punishment." He smirks as he picks me up, my legs wrapped around his waist and heads to my bedroom. He kisses my lips softly and lays me down on my bed as he slides us both so we're laying our heads on the pillows. He gets off me and spoons me…
"Richard—"
He starts snoring.
"Hey!" I feel disappointment as my body aches for more… touching, kissing, love-making… Fuck… I'm so turned on.
A smile appears on his lips as he continues his fake sleeping.
"You're such a bad tease…" I say getting up from the bed and then getting pulled back into his arms. Face-to-face, he looks at me.
"You're not allowed to leave until I say you can leave…" he says seductively.
"Since when do I have to listen to you, Richard?" I say, trying to fight is restraining arms.
"Starting now…" his lips meet mine… hungrily. I can feel the wanting… the nostalgia. It's so intoxicating yet so gratifying. Please don't stop. I can't stop this feeling—it's as if it's meant to be. It was this feeling that made me almost positive that Richard was the one for me.
I break the kiss, leaving Richard dazed and surprised. His breathing heavy as he kisses my forehead and closes his eyes.
He must be exhausted. He flew all the way here and the time change must be screwing up with his system. It's only noon and he probably didn't sleep a wink. He cradles me in his arms and I know he wants me to stay there.
He drifts to sleep…
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I'm sitting in front of my window, on a ledge that I decorated with cushions so I can there and stare at the scenery that is France, to find inspiration in my sketches. Mom wanted me to start designing my own clothes, to see if I could inherit the company some day. She would feel more at ease if she knew it was going to be in my hands.
The sun is setting, and everyone is closing their shops. They kiss each other on both cheeks and bid everyone goodbye. The ladies with their long skirts climb their bicylettes with their little baskets filled with fresh goodies. I hear Richard yawn and stretch from my bedroom, his footsteps soft on the old wood.
I don't turn to look at him. Instead, I picture us venturing in the streets of Paris…if only. The group of paparazzi has died down but I know from experience that there probably hiding in the foyer or in neighbouring streets. Richard sits down on the edge of the ledge, facing me, and examining my expression.
"I woke up and you weren't next to me… I almost thought you were never there to begin with."
"Sorry, I had to work. Mom wants to give me the company when she retires and she wants to see if I have the skill and passion for it. I don't want to be a model forever… I was also thinking of what we should do tonight. It's lovely here in Paris and I want to take you out to see it. But we have the paparazzi to worry about as well. After your outburst on TV this morning, I'm afraid to watch the news. What do you think?"
He kisses my cheek. "I'm still mad at you…"
"Oh… what else do you want me to say? Do you hate me?"
"No… but I'm not happy that you fucked him." He gives me a pouty face
"HEY! I was drunk… and it takes two. So don't put this all on me."
He laughs, "Just an hour ago, you were ready to defend Bruce as if he was your secret lover or something…"
"Hmph, it's not funny. I can turn this conversation around by talking about my night with him…" I smirk; this is going to fire him up.
His smile falls, his face turning cold as he stands up. And without hesitation, he picks me up from the ledge and my sketches fall to the ground. "Hey!" I exclaim. But he does not listen…
"Where did you do it?" he said staring at me, awaiting my answer.
"Umm…" I was trying to recall that night. "I'm not too sure…" I say innocently, to be honest I don't actually know where we did it or how that night went.
"Looks like I'm going to have to fuck you in every part of your apartment." His tone serious and irrevocably sexy.
My body shivers. And everything from the waist down clenches with delight. Oh God, I have to admit I haven't had sex since that night with Bruce. A girl has needs…
"Richard…please… don't." My heart is pounding and I'm starting to get breathless as my body heats up from all the excitement.
"Don't act like you don't want to, baby…"
Fuck. He never calls me baby unless he's really turned on. How does he have this effect on me…? I've never ever felt so attracted to man as much as Richard, well except Bruce. But even then, my reaction to Richard is almost automatic. And what's worse, he knows all my sensitive spots.
"I—I want—"
I was interrupted, "Oh, I know what you want…the question is, are you ready for it?" He mutters as his eyes blaze with anticipation and lust.
I throw my head back, biting my lip as I prepare myself for what's about to happen.
He moves until we're at the apartment door, pinning me against it with his hips and my legs are wrapped around his waist. Holding me with one arm, he takes his free hand and cups my face. He's inches apart from my lips… "Should I punish you for your sexual crimes, Miss Anders?"
Still biting my lip, I make a slow nod.
His thumb caressing my bottom lip, he kisses my lips. Starting slowly, his moist lips tease me as I try to speed things up as I enter his mouth with my tongue. He stops me. "Nu-uh" he says chuckling.
I groan with disappointment as he sets me down. Still being pinned by his hips, I try to reach for his face, desperately hungry for his tantalizing lips. But he stops me; now biting his lip he retrains both my hands above me against the door.
"We never got creative when we were together…" He contemplates, as I roll my eyes.
"I didn't think you did creative… or should I say kinky."
"Woah! Easy there… you were such a prude before. When you suggested sex I thought you were joking!"
"I thought you would have at least suggested or explored a bit more with me, since you've had experience with Barbara."
He pauses, giving me a interesting look. "I lied to you… I never did it with Babs."
My mouth wide open in shock, "What?!"
He looks down, almost embarrassed.
"But I thought—didn't you want to do it with her?"
"It seems she was more prudish than you were… she wanted to wait until marriage. And by the time we were at the stage that I wanted to do it… I think she was already interested in somebody else. Wow, times have changed…"
"I'll say… last time I saw you together, she was eyeing you like a prize… Although I heard she was a major slut in university."
"Ooh, you were a slut for me in university." He whispers into my ear, as he kisses my neck. And then slowly sucking it… making bright pink marks on my skin. I can feel his hardness push against me
"Mmm…Richard… not there…you know why…"
"It makes you so crazy… and that's what I want; crazy. No holding back… and I have you all to myself." As he pushes my arms to my side as he kisses down to my chest. My low-neck top is definitely not helping as he eyes my subtle cleavage.
My panting grows louder as he grabs my right breast. His right hand digging into my luscious ruby hair, as we make out vigorously. I can feel his grip on my breast tighten as he circles in index finger over my nipple, my shirt and bra slightly hindering the hot, sensual sensation.
I gasp, "Oh please, take it off. All of it." I push him away, as he takes the hem of the shirt and lifting it over my head, revealing a bra from my mother's line. It's a red balconette bra with red lace lining the top and the strap leading to the back hook.
He marvels at my body… "There's something with the colour red that makes me want to take you here right now…but…"
I groan. "I don't want to wait anymore… Richard, take me now."
"Oh but patience is a virtue, my love." He crouches as he takes my breasts out of the bra, not even bothering to unhook it and starts kissing them… slowly licking in circles and then nipping them before switching to the other one.
I place the back of my hand on my mouth, to soften the moans escaping my lips.
I won't be able to survive tonight…
He picks me up again and this time, we head to the kitchen counter. Our lips meet again, ravaging each other's faces and hair. He sets me down first on the floor to remove my asymmetrical chiffon skirt, revealing my matching red lace panties. He lifts me up onto the cold counter, chills coming from my ass up my body. I feel goose bumps.
The counter is luckily good height because he can still access my lips without a problem. He caresses my almost naked body as I kiss his clavicle; his most sensitive spot in his upper half.
"You remembered…" he mutters, taking it all in.
"Mhm..." I nibble his earlobe.
He stops me, "No! I'm in control of you tonight, my dear." He says, as he removes his shirt revealing his oh-so chiseled body. I do not remember his body like this.
He was so lanky in university; he was still handsome, if anything boyishly handsome… but this? I'm not making love to a boy I dated in university, but a man. A very high-maintenance man! How could I miss the detail in his body? Scanning his body, I couldn't help feel a little creepy and perverted. Oh God…
His front deltoids so perfectly worked and shaped…his pectorals so hard and chiseled above his perfectly toned abs (just the right amount) and ooooh… I gulp. The V-shape formation above his waist line… simply God-like.
"Babe, I think you're drooling…" he whispers as he grabs my chin, pushing it up to meet his anticipating lips.
I moan against his lips again… I can't get tired of his lips.
He moans too, as our tongues get added into our hot lip lock. His touching my breasts again, "Honey, did you get a breast augmentation ?" he says chuckling, his hands squeezing them.
I break our kiss, staring at him in utter disbelief.
"I'M JOKING! Come here…" he says as he picks me up and sits down on the love seat. I'm sitting on his lap now, kissing him softly as he hands travel to my lower back. I clench again, another weak spot of mine.
He squeezes my butt cheeks and lightly taps it.
"Ooh… you want to punish me?" I say looking at him through my eyelashes.
He nods like a little schoolboy.
"I've been very bad…"
"Yes you have, sweetheart. Perhaps we should stop… and let your inner goddess suffer the consequences…" The biggest smirk on his face.
"You wouldn't…" I say, almost whining.
He's laughing, caressing my cheek.
I pout."Please? Will you make love—fuck me tonight? I want it… I want your rough sex, Richard."
He stops laughing; his face becomes clear with overwhelming desire. His eyes consumed by explicit wanting and undeniable sexual rages…
My phone rings. Ring!
We pause to look at it…
Ring!
He shakes his head. Who could it be?
Ring!
After the 4th ring, it will trigger my answering machine. But Richard does not hesitate. He strips his jeans off, his briefs going down with them. I breathe deeply at the sight of his sex. Definitely cannot answer the phone now…
" Bonjour, c'est moi. Je ne suis pas ici à ce moment. Laissez un message s'il vous plait ! Beep ! "
"Chérie, I hope you're safe. I've been worried because you haven't called me! I was going to stop by but knowing you two, I'm sure you're perfectly fine. I love you!"
"Oh God… if my mom came right through that door… I would be mortified. You have no idea how awkward her sex talks are." I blush with embarrassment.
"She should be happy that you're getting some…" his mutters, licking his lips as he pulls down my beautiful panties.
"Looks like someone's wet…"
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TO BE CONTINUED…
Haha! I thought I'd have a little fun writing my first sex scene. It's called "The Tease" for a reason!
So how did I do?! I really would like to know… Please remember that I rated this M for a reason and I do not want to hear reviews about how it's too sexual… because let's be honest! If it is… you shouldn't be reading (especially if you're really young and not into this kind of stuff). But I'm not going to discriminate by age.
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