95. Home is where the hurt is...

I allowed myself to soak into Walter's embrace, oh how much I missed his scent, his touch, the taste of his lips, and the swift movements of his tongue in my mouth. It was like time stood still, all the noise and the worries suddenly vanished, it was just him and me, and I gave in to my longing. I got lost in the moment and allowed myself to be swayed once more; it was what I wanted and what I needed at that moment- him. Nothing but him. All the things he ever said or done didn't matter. I was home in his arms- at least for that short while because when his phone vibrated I got snapped back to reality and my eyes widened upon the realization of what just happened.

Feeling shocked that I let myself get caught in the moment, I abruptly jumped away from him, "What are you doing?", after everything that went down, I couldn't believe that I let myself do something like that. Although it was just a kiss, somehow, it felt deeper. The fact that I knew he wasn't mine and he could never give me what I wanted made me feel like a big fool, I wanted to give myself a big slap. With an ashamed heart, I muttered, "I shouldn't have done that...we shouldn't.."

With zero regard for what I had just said, he slowly took a few steps toward me, and his eyes were blinded with desire, "I want to fuck you too...please let me. You have no idea how much I missed you...". His soft seductive voice instantly sent my whole body into vibration. I felt every fiber, nerve, and neuron go into overdrive, and every blood vessel was about to combust, I wanted him too, badly. 

With the little bit of self-control I still had, I took a step back trying to keep a distance between us, with a heavy breath, "W-Walter, uhm, we can't. I know what I said, but we cannot...and you kn-"

I don't know when or how, but somehow there I was, in his arms again, locked into his chest, and he whispered as he gently traced the tips of fingers on my back from my nape to all the way down to my lower back, "Don't fight it...I know what I said to you, but all of that doesn't matter. Don't fight it...". His warm breath on my neck was slowly dissipating all my guilt (and shame) and clouding my senses, I could feel myself loosen up at the familiar touch. I was struggling to remain in control, I knew the amount of trouble I would be in if I allowed myself that small pleasure, but it was hard and he was winning.

He laid a soft, wet kiss on my shoulder, and his scent filled my nostrils leaving no room for clear thoughts. I was going insane, I wanted him; every bone in me was submitting to his charm, his seduction, and it was getting harder to remain objective. I could feel my lady part getting even more excited, I was getting moist and the bulge in his sweatpants told me the feeling was mutual. He pressed even closer to a point where I could feel his hardness, and he began to slowly push me back until I found myself leaning against the wall. He lifted me at an angle high enough to have my legs apart, just enough for his bulge to lean against my womanhood. Before I knew it, he was gently grinding against my clit, although it was still in his pants, I felt it rub up against me and the excitement pushed me to let out a soft moan and in response, he chuckled softly. He knew exactly what he doing. I was extremely aroused and the more he pressed against me, the more I wanted him. As my breath deepened, so did his. Despite all these emotions, I still tried to get out of it once more, "Walter, we can't...I uhm...ah...I-".

At this point, the resistance was useless because he had me exactly where he wanted me and to show that he knew I was in too deep to even allow him to stop, he stopped rubbing up against me and put me back on the floor. In a more serious tone, he asked, "If you really want me to stop? I will stop right now. So I will only ask you this once, should I stop?", 

This was a very simple question, a simple "yes" with no explanation required, but somehow it was choking me. I couldn't mutter a word, all my senses were filled with him, I wanted more of that feeling, I wanted him inside of me, I had to have him. My desire took over, I could feel the built-up tension between my legs, and I needed to release, "No, don't stop...", I said as I reached for his lips and he ferociously captured them. With this newly found freedom, he moved his hands straight into my tights to feel my wetness, and he instantly stiffened up as hard as a rock.

He growled, "You are driving me insane and I haven't even started...only you have such an effect on me....". 

He fiercely took off my T-shirt exposing my hard nipples and I could see his eyes turn crazy hungry oozing with burning desire. He instantly dived his mouth to my hard nipples, nibbling and biting them softly, I couldn't wait any longer, "I want more...", I moaned.

He obliged and whisked me off the floor to the couch and I became his for the taking that afternoon. A sweet mistake that led to something we both didn't see coming.