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erection. Every time he touches me the electricity flowing between us leaves me feeling as if I’m ready to combust. To let the flames of whatever is happening between us burn me, because as long as I get one last taste of him it’ll be worth the pain.
    I look in his eyes as he grabs my hand; he’s asking me without words if I’m ready for this. If I can handle him, ‘us’ and honestly I don’t think I can, but for tonight I will. I’ll hold on tight and let the flames lick at us, and take us on this emotional ride. I know I may regret it; hell I know I will, but I’ll deal with the fallout of all of this tomorrow. Right now I’ll revel in the feelings he stirring within me, and deal with the outcome of our regrets tomorrow.
    I let him pull me down the hall and into his bedroom. Confused I look around. “Why are we in your room?”
    He releases my hand and lays himself down on the bed. “Because you’re mine, and when I eat that pussy out, it’s going to be in this bed. So that when you’re gone, I can relish in your scent, and know that I put it here.” He pauses, his eyes glazing over as he looks me up in and down.  It’s dark, but the moonlight filtering in through the window gives off enough light to tell me he’s a man on a mission. A sole purpose, to give me everything no man ever has.
    “ I want you in this bed because when I wake up tomorrow and you’re not here, it’ll be the only way to tell that this wasn’t a dream.” His words are breaking down the wall my heart had so carefully built. After all the effort to construct this wall by placing brick by brick into place, I can’t believe it’s crumbling so quickly. I was crumbling. I was crumbling with needs, and desires I never wanted to acknowledge, as I didn’t know if Corey would ever be able to fulfill them.
    “You don’t need to take me in your bed to remember my scent. I’ve always been yours in some way.” My voice is fragile, just like my insides. I’ve nev er been this close with someone, At least not emotionally.
    He lays back, a smug smile on his face and for the first time that smile isn’t pissing me off. It’s making me crazy. He crooks his finger in my direction playfully signaling for me to straddle him 
    I climb up on him hesitantly. Are we really doing this? Leaning down onto him my eyes catch on a tattoo on his chest. It’s a black tribal tattoo and I feel myself reaching out to trace the lines on his chest. I guess in the heat of the moment I wasn’t really looking at him. One of his hands reaches out taking hold of my hip, and holding me firmly into place over him. His throbbing cock is pressed between us, and at the sight of him I’m drooling. His other hand comes up, gripping me by the back of the neck bringing me down to his lips so he can take possession of me.
    “Let me own you, let me be the reason you eat, breathe, and sleep. Let me love you, and you’ll never have a worry in the world. Give yourself to me, and I’ll forever be yours.” His voice sings to me, calls to me. Holding up these walls is draining. Then let them down a little voice nags.
    “What if I let you in, and you break me, you hurt me. What if I eat, breathe, and sleep you, but you do not return the favor? What if I’ve loved you this whole time and you haven’t loved me.” We stare in awe at each other. 
    “Don’t give up on us, before we have a chance Mimi. I want you, I’ve wanted you every day sinc e the first time you opened that sassy ass mouth. You had me hard the moment you called me an asshole.” A small smile pulls on my lips. I know if I don’t take this chance, and dive in head first I won’t get another.
    “You’re all I need , baby, all I need.” He whispers into my ear, as I kiss a slow tortuous path down his neck and unto his chest. His hands search every part of my body unexplored by his eyes.
    Our sweat clad bodies, rub against one another’s. He takes my shirt off, and sucks my nipple into his mouth