He roughly plucks me from the sink. I drop to the ground effortlessly.Turning me around to face the mirror, his fingers tug at the waist band of my pants, eyes meeting mine in the mirror, as if asking for permission. I nod once and the air hits my bare ass.In the mirror, I see my lip slip between my teeth as I bite lightly on the skin.My head rolls back when he massages my ass in the palm of his hands, spreading the cheeks, letting the cold air hit my core. I squeeze my legs together in response.His right hand pushes my waist downwards, as he stands by my entrance. “Have I ever said how pretty your pretty pussy is?” he breathes,His fingers coming up to my open slit, slowly, from bottom up, he slips his fingers between my folds. I let out a breathy moan.“Vanessa…” he moans.My fists clutch tightly, eyes rolling to the back of my head. His fingers play with my juices, fondling both lips, caressing them gently, softly, like he is trying to get coated in me. Then he dips one f
I can’t face Hosea.Admitting that Lara is right feels like I am betraying him and maybe I am, maybe I am not. But it doesn’t feel good. Am I scared I would turn out to be the Regina from before? The one that had been so lost she couldn’t see past her toes, and ended up falling from grace? Yes.I am actually terrified of being her again.But that is only bound to happen if I fall in love with Hosea. What we have now is the farthest thing from love. The kind of relationship that would’ve sent old Regina into a frenzy.Shaking my head and clearing the thoughts. Now is not the time for it. It shouldn’t be the time for their shift yet. So I look through the Mart’s website for Thea’s full name, and when I find it, I search for her on social media. She is quick and easy to find since she uses her real name instead of some made up one. Luckily, she also agrees to meet for a few minutes before her shift. “I really don’t want to meet up with you.” she says with a sharp look in her eyes
And he does.His hands hold my hips in place as he slams into me from beneath my body. I don’t have time to breathe, or catch my breath. My head lolls backwards as his thrusts gets even deeper, pushing farther and farther into my body as he does. “Oh. shit. Hosea…” I cry,Hands clutching his until my knuckles turn white.My eyes roll to the back of my head as my body bounces on top of his. The wet sounds, the slapping of skin, our groans and moans, are the sounds that fill the room. He buries his face between the crook of my neck, his breath is warm, and comes out shivering. “I love being inside you so much.” he pants.There’s no reply to be found from me as I my words are stuck at the back of my throat, the only sounds I am capable of making are cries and breathy moans. “so warm… so fucking good.” he whispers in a tight voice.His strokes are even faster, harder.I know what it means. His hold on me is a death grip as he slams into me. Pushing himself further, and further into m
I know who it is immediately I set my eyes on her.She is breath taking. Her eyes similar to Hosea’s, her smile even more so.She looks care free, like she had zero cares in the world. She is laughing to her heart’s content. “She was beautiful.” I whisper, taking in the portrait of his sister.Her name is spelled out on a bracelet she cradles close to her, it clearly meant a lot to her. I feel like I am standing right beside her on the beach, like I can feel the wind that makes wisps of her hair fly across her face. And if I reach out, I could touch her mint green sweater. “It’s one of the last moments we spent together, it wasn’t a real beach, we lived too far away from any body of water, but she loved it.”I turn to him, he is watching the painting like he is reliving the memory. “I think it was because she was with you.”He smiles, this time it’s full of gratitude. He lifts his eyes away from the painting and kisses the top of my nose. Surprising me. “I’ll wash up and then we
I almost didn’t come.With the way he stared at me this morning, his words, the new twinkle and set of his eyes… it was dangerous. The type of danger that made me lose my head. He had turned off whatever held him back overnight. He was different, extremely confident, and his entire aura had switched out for something else. When I told Lara about it at work this morning, she insisted we meet and when we did, she held me by my shoulders, shaking me till my vision blurred. “Lara! I am pretty sure that’s considered a crime somewhere.” I snapped, coughing, eyeing her.She sighed, rubbing her forehead. “That’s what you told me to do once I saw you losing your mind over a guy again.”Oh.“But I am not losing my mind over Hosea. I just…”“You were going off about his eyes, his eyes, Regina. The last time it was his tongue.”Ew. Why was I obsessed with Johnson’s tongue?I shake my head, clearing the thoughts about Johnson and everything he came with. “And his eyes are the best thing
“A painting?” she asks with a small laugh.One that sounds like she is in disbelief and slightly relieved.I nod. “I completely cut off painting from my life after everything that happened… then I realize after last night that Elora would hate to know that I stopped, especially because of her. She used to say she would visit every museum that had my paintings… she wouldn’t have much places to visit now since they are almost no paintings.” Regina nods, taking a bite out of her pancakes, and smearing whipped cream at the corner of her mouth. With a slight chuckle, I stretch my hand opposite me, and with my thumb, I wipe the smear, underneath my finger, she stills. “There was something at the corner of your mouth.”She nods, her hair forming a curtain around her face, her eyes are on the table in front of us. Another thing was solidified in my mind, one that I can’t bring up with her.I made up my mind to like Regina as much as I can, she doesn’t have to like me back. I wouldn't pre