Chapter 8 - Roman
ROMAN
If there was one thing I’d learnt about Hana over the years, it was that she slept like the dead.
Which was why I dropped her off and hid in my car around the corner until I was sure she was asleep.
Then I’d broken into her house to get her some water so she wasn’t so hungover in the morning, which was how I ended up standing at the end of her bed, watching her sleep.
I knew it was fucked up; I knew she could wake and catch me.
I knew I was stepping over a line, and it was extreme, even for me, but I couldn’t help it.
She slept with a lamp on, so the low light highlighted her profile.
Lips parted, her eyes fluttered as if she were dreaming.
Her hair splayed across the pillow, but my fingers curled into fists as I noticed the beanie she was wearing, as well as the layers of blankets covering her, obviously protecting her from the cold that misted my breath as I exhaled.
As I watched, she arched her back, extending the column of her neck as she moaned, making me wonder what she was dreaming about.
My cock swelled in my jeans, aching so much I could barely think about anything other than how it would feel to have the pulse in her neck hammer against my lips as I licked and sucked the sensitive skin while I pressed my body to hers.
I unbuttoned my jeans to give myself some relief from the pain pounding in my balls.
I slipped my hand into my underwear, groaning at the amount of precum leaking from me.
I’d never been so wet. Palming my shaft, I rocked up and down, telling myself I’d just do it for a second, because I needed to get out of there, but the more I touched myself, the more of my fantasy of being with her I allowed into my mind.
I’d spent so long pretending this was a job, a promise to a dead friend, a debt owed, but it was so much more than that.
And now she was here, in front of me, there was no denying I was obsessed with this woman.
My hand moved faster as I imagined her top riding up, giving me a view of her breasts, her nipples hard.
Then, I allowed myself to fantasise about her legs falling open, her wet pussy glistening as she begged me to fuck her.
Sliding inside her tight walls, her cunt dripping with need… her cries as she came.
I didn’t realise I was gripping my cock, my hips thrusting desperately until an orgasm ripped through me, and it took every ounce of willpower not to make a sound, which seemed to intensify the sensation.
Cum covered my hand and T-shirt, my chest heaving; my need growing from a forest fire to an inferno, incinerating my restraint, and I wasn’t sure how to regain control.