Chapter 46 A Forbidden Closeness
Sarah
Before I can respond, I'm suddenly lifted off the floor. A second later, my cheek is pressed against his chest, wrapped in a hot embrace. I'm being carried in his arms like some kind of queen.
My cheeks burn with a torturous heat, not just because I'm drunk, but because I feel the closeness between our bodies again. A forbidden closeness... One that beckons me to sin. One that should never happen! But I can't control myself. I feel like a vegetable right now.
The blood is rushing in my ears, and something is pulsing wildly in my lower abdomen. These sensations are so new to me that I feel like I'm sick. But these feelings... they are incredibly pleasant. They are like an obsession that is impossible to fight.
Shawn carries me into the guest room. He throws the cellophane off the bed and lays me down on it. Everything is swimming before my eyes, and my head is spinning wildly. I feel like I'm underwater or floating in space, weightless.
"I'll be right back. I need to run to the car. I brought you some things."
"Mmm... I feel so good..." I purr in response, curling up on the bed. I smile unconsciously, closing my eyes. I really want him to hug me. Again. It's stupid, I agree, but I... I really want at least a little warmth and affection.
I liked the feeling of a man's hard shoulder. Pressing myself against him, drinking him in. To know that someone needs me, that I'm not alone anymore.
Before I can blink, Shawn returns to the bedroom. "Sarah, are you asleep? Open your eyes," he whispers.
"Huh?" I blink. Through the dark spots, I see him holding a dark T-shirt. It's big, a man's shirt. It'll look like a dress.
"Here, this is my T-shirt; unfortunately, there's no other option. You don't have anything to sleep in, do you? You have too few clothes, and almost all of them are in the wash."
I try to sit up to change, but my vestibular system has failed. I'm falling backwards onto the mattress again.
What's happening to me? I feel like a lump of jelly. I definitely shouldn't have drunk so much. The drink turned out to be too strong; I didn't realize it right away.
"I'll help." I hear a muffled, rumbling laugh. Shawn climbs onto the bed. His hands confidently reach for my blouse and deftly remove it. "We really did go too far! We're definitely not pouring any more drinks for this table." And he even manages to joke around.
And now I don't care. I don't care about anything. As if this wine wasn't just wine, but some kind of magic potion.
Blouse, jeans... everything mercilessly scatters to the floor. I find myself naked before the man. Almost. I'm still wearing panties and a bra. Simple white cotton panties and a bra from the same line. An inexpensive, but practical set.
My eyes widen at this shocking realization and instantly catch his dangerous gaze. Wolf-like, wild, frighteningly voracious... Shawn looks at me like a forest wolf would look at a piece of meat. A tsunami of prickly, frosty goosebumps immediately descends on my body.
Could my simple underwear and emaciated body attract a billionaire's attention? Apparently so. Judging by his darkened pupils, his noticeably hoarse voice, and his increased breathing, of course, they can.
I don't understand why? How could I, a poor girl without family or money, catch the eye of an experienced, ambitious man? A celebrity, at that. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"You're fucking beautiful," his voice is very low. Shawn swallows and suddenly... covers me with his body.
Kisses.
Without warning.
He simply covers my lips with his own, spreading them with his tongue, and kisses me deeply and insistently, skillfully working his mouth, sending me on a cosmic journey around the moon.
He doesn't need permission. People like that take what they want, when they want it.
Hot. Juicy. A surprisingly wet kiss knocks the life out of me. It tears my soul from its roots, sending it soaring around the edge of space. I feel so good, so carefree, so blissful, that I'm lost. Totally!
In space, in time, in my principles. I just allow myself to break the rules at least once. To live here and now. To do what I want.
Shawn deepens the kiss, acting bolder, distracting me. So that he can take off my panties. Hooking the elastic with his finger, he confidently pulls the thin, wet fabric down my thighs.
"Wait, what are the underwear for?" I wake up a little, pushing him in the chest with my palm.
“Your panties are unnecessary too, because… they're wet.”
He finally pulls them off me, brings them closer to my face so I can see, and greedily squeezes them into a fist until it cracks softly. I'm so stunned by what I see that my eyes widen. A transparent drop of moisture runs down his strong wrist.
“I told you so. You're wet…”
It's crazy.
He leans closer, reaches for my face, buries his nose in my hair, inhaling its scent, searching for my ear.
“Sarah,” he growls in my ear, biting it, “you want me, right?”
“N-n-no! Of course not!” I shook my head, trying to extricate myself from the hot mountain of muscle. It's no use, I don't have the strength.
“You're lying!” He sinks his teeth into my soft skin with a snarl, biting down.
“Hey!” I said.
“Girls who don't want to don't come so profusely.” Shawn's arousal is going crazy, turning him into a crazed beast. A depraved, deranged, sex-obsessed maniac! “Will you help me?”
“I don't understand, I'm shaking like I'm in a fever,” I said to him.
He's so close. Too close. I can even hear his heart beating in his chest. Fast, off the charts. His touch melts my skin. His kisses drive me crazy, robbing me of my mind. It's torture! I didn't know it was possible to be so dependent on someone.
“Let me explain.” Suddenly, he grabs my hand and puts it on his fly, squeezing hard.
I jerk.
I burn myself.
Mom... Darling.
He's hard and big.
Too powerful!
A huge, hard mound has grown between the billionaire’s legs.
"It's your fault, Sarah. You've aroused me! I need to do something about it immediately. It hurts so much..." Squeezing my hand with his, he begins to move it along his fly, rocking his bulge. He's literally forcing me to squeeze his organ, stimulating his erection! "Come on, deal with him."
I'm blushing terribly!
His cock in his tight pants is growing by leaps and bounds, becoming even harder. It doubles in size in a split second, no less! The fabric of his pants is cracking, stretching the fly to its limit. It feels like his powerful penis could rip his underwear.