100 Days With Mr Romero

“How do you want it? Do you want us to go straight ahead or you need a little time to cool off?” Gideon’s deep voice reverberated throughout the entire room.

Suddenly, I was nervous and I was beginning to feel sweat trickle into the inside of my palm. Maybe it was because I had canceled all plans of ever sleeping with him in my mind, whatever it was, was resulting to uncontrollable nerves. I pushed my fingers together to try to control my nerves a little.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

I felt my fingers shake a bit, and I cleared my throat. “I think it’d be better to cool off before diving into it. Except you have somewhere to go?” I asked more of stated.

Gideon raised his hands to his chin, he was in a white suit and brown leather shoes. His lips were pinched together in thoughts and I was starting to have wild thoughts about them. Slowly but discreetly, I clutched my heating thighs together, briefly gazing out the window.

The horizon of an incoming storm was shaped haphazardly on the sky. Tinges of pink and light green colors blended and flowed richly with the blue darkness of the sky. The few trees surrounding the neighborhood flowed in a left right manner, causing more excitement to the incoming air.

Dogs from neighboring houses barked in their highest tune, probably excited or scared even about the position the storm was about to dance into.

“Diving,” Gideon’s voice interrupted me. “I like the sound of that, but not as much as I wish to dive into you.” He finished, basking out a slow seductive wink. At that moment, if there had been anything liquid in my mouth, I could swear I would have spat it out.

Unbothered by my lack of response and sudden muteness, his gaze raked me from the toes, moving slowly. I felt the heat in me when his eyes landed directly on my V shape covered by the shorts I had put on before retiring to bed. My nipples were starting to harden underneath the big shirt.

“You know, when I meant cool off.. I was actually talking about leading you to relax. There are many many things I want to do with you. But you have to be relaxed and since we only have once to do it, I’m going to have to cover it all.” He was still starting at me, or rather my now hardened nipples.

“Take a deep breathe in Emma. Push in, push out.” He instructed lowly and I followed his command brusquely. As I breathed in and out, he walked towards me with purposeful strides.

He passed me and stopped right at my back. His big hands came to settle at the back of my shoulders. He had taken his jacket off now and his muscles were now straining under his almost transparent white dress shirt. Those arms bulged up, down as he moved freely with grace. There was no hint of nervousness in his strides on his stance and I took another breath in again. You can do this Emma.

Gideon reached my position in just a few step. His gaze trailed me right from the tip of my toes, it rose slowly, in a defined slow seduction to my almost drunken eyes. I was drunk by him. Oh dear.

His hands moved from my shoulders, caressing and making soft pinches at my skin and making a slow trail to my neck. Heat struggled through me like a sinking ship, the hairs at the back of my neck and ear strained full force on my skin and I could feel my heart accelerate out of order. It should be illegal to have this kind of effect on someone.

“I want you to close your eyes now Emma.” He whispered into my ears, making sure just the tip of his tongue made contact with my ear. That sent a continuous shooting of tingles right from the blood that had rushed into my ears, straight into my core. I moaned.

I felt a warm fabric move over face and settle on it. The silky form covered half of my face as a bit of darkness engulfed me. I was blindfolded by Gideon’s tie. He had blindfolded me and suffice to say, I was enjoying every part of it. Or what was to happen.

“You trust me baby, don’t you?” He asked out loud, nipping my ears with his teeth this time. “Yes. Yes I do.” I gasped out, almost choking on thin air. Everything I could feel was a burn. A hot burn on the whole of my body that only a release could take away.

I could almost feel myself hyperventilating. His hands were making soft dismissing touches on my skin, making me writhe in pleasure.

“I only want to listen to your moan and cries. Nothing else. And also, when I ask you questions, I want a yes or no answer.” His deep voice reverberated and I nodded my head in response.

His hands trailed down to my stomach softly, he was back hugging me in a way as he signaled for me to raise my arms. I helped him out in pulling out my shirt and now I was left bare to him.

This time, I could feel the heat of his body. Everywhere his fingers skimmed through, it vibrates with electricity of want and need. I didn’t even think I had a ever wanted something like that before in my life. I did not even think I had been so desperate for someone’s touch that bad. Yet, here I was, waiting to be devoured by his fingers, tongue-him.

He was still back hugging me as his hands trailed my arms, moving onto my stomach and caressing my navel. I shuddered a little in his hands, as they made a soft trail to my rib cage. His fingers took their time to circle the outlines of my breast and I moved a little in his hand, desperate for his touch in the needed place.