Chapter 14 The Drunken Intimacy
I am half asleep not in a deep sleep, just a light, fragile one. It feels as if the air in the room has changed, as if someone has come very close to me. My heart starts beating fast for no clear reason. Suddenly, I feel the sound of deep breathing right near my ear. Those breaths are so close, so close that they seem to touch my soul.
I open my eyes suddenly… and for a moment, I can only stare.
Mr. Wilson is standing right beside me.
My gaze automatically fixes on his face. For the first time, I am seeing him from such close proximity. His face is clearly visible fatigue, anger, pain… everything reflected at once. Truly, he looks incredibly handsome, but in this moment, more than his looks, I feel the depth in his eyes.
Before I can say anything, he slowly leans down… and suddenly places his lips on my cheek.
My body stiffens instantly. My breath catches in my throat. I keep staring at him in shock.
Coming to my senses, I place my hand on his chest and try to push him back slightly.
“Mr. Wilson?” my voice trembles.
But he doesn’t move at all. His voice turns deep, as if it’s coming straight from his heart. “I love you, Sara…”
Hearing those words, my eyes widen in disbelief. My mind feels numb. He softly says, “Don’t push me away. I need peace… and I find that peace with you.”
I listen to him silently. His eyes are red, as if a deep storm is hidden inside him. The room is completely quiet only the sound of our breathing fills the space.
Slowly, he moves even closer to me. I want to step back, but my feet feel rooted to the floor. His presence makes me nervous, yet brings a strange sense of comfort. The next moment, his lips come very close to mine so close that my breath collides with his.
I can feel his fragrance. His closeness, the softness in his eyes… everything tangles my emotions. My heart starts pounding even faster. He looks just as restless, as if he wants to hold onto this moment forever.
A battle rages inside me. My mind tells me to stop… but my heart wants to feel this moment. I don’t know why, but at that time, I don’t feel like stopping him. I simply let myself feel the moment completely.
He is so close to me that I can feel the scorching heat of his breath against my neck. His long fingers reach for the zip at the back of my top, slowly sliding it down. A sudden shiver races through my entire body. I take a deep, shaky breath, my lips hovering so close to his ear that our breaths collide. My fists clench the bedsheet so tightly that my nails begin to dig into the fabric.
He doesn't stop. His lips leave a continuous trail of fire along my neck. Then, suddenly, he pulls my top away. For a fleeting second, I feel a chill, but it is immediately replaced by a wave of shyness and nervousness, forcing me to close my eyes tight. When his warm hands begin to move over my chest, a long, trembling gasp "Ahhh..." escapes my lips. I can sense a faint, triumphant smile spreading across his face at my reaction.
He moves lower, kissing his way from my chest down to my stomach. Every single kiss fills me with a new, electrifying sensation. Slowly, he uncurls me from my jeans as well. Now, there is no veil left between us. With a swift motion, he rips off his white shirt and tosses it aside. I look at him in awe; seeing his broad chest, his sculpted abs, and his incredibly attractive body from this close makes my heart throb violently.
He gazes deep into my eyes, his voice turning husky and thick, "Touch me... see for yourself."
Overwhelmed by fear and modesty, I quickly shake my head 'no.' But he takes my delicate hands into his large ones and places them firmly against his warm abs. The moment my fingers brush against his skin, his eyes close in sheer bliss. As I begin to stroke his abs, soft, low moans start to escape his throat.
Suddenly, he hovers over me, his entire weight making me feel the reality of his presence. He drowns in my eyes and whispers, "I can't control myself anymore, Sara... I need you, I really need you."
My eyes are brimming with tears a chaotic mix of joy and fear. I press a soft kiss to his forehead, grip the bedsheet with all my strength, and shut my eyes tight. In that instant, a piercing scream erupts from my throat "Ahhhhhhhhh..!!"
The pain is so raw, so new, and so deep that my cry echoes through the entire room. Thank God the room is soundproof, or that cry would have traveled far.
Tears begin to stream down my face. Panicked, he stops and tries to calm me, whispering tenderly, "Shhh.. it’s okay.. don’t worry, it’ll only hurt for a moment, then it’ll pass."
But the intensity of the pain is such that I keep sobbing. He halts all his movements and covers my lips with his own. That long, lingering kiss begins to soothe me. After a while, when I find my peace again, he begins his movements once more.
Every movement fills me with a strange burning sensation and a sense of completeness. Yes, I am in pain, but it isn't a bad pain. This is a pain given by my love that sweet ache that brings with it a unique solace and the feeling of entering a whole new world. In this moment, we are both completely lost in one another.
He continues to move with a gentle rhythm, his eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that burns brighter than the pain. Slowly, the ache fades into a surreal warmth.
TO BE COUNTINUE...!!!