Touch Me - A Forbidden Romance

Every part of her body tingled after he said those words. Her pussy clenched, became wetter, and her nipples hardened. She pulled back, breaking their kiss, and looked up into his face. He looked so fierce right now. His dark hair brushed the top of his forehead, slightly disheveled from when she ran her hand through it and tugged on the strands.

Never had she been so bold or this sexual in her life. Although she’d never had this arousal burn inside her, pounding, fierce, angry almost.

Moving her hand down his chest while still holding her gaze with his, Freya trailed her fingers over his belt. At the first touch of her fingers over the hard, thick length of his erection, this slight sound left her. He was so big, his dick pushing against the material of his pants as if demanding to be free. She’d assumed he was big everywhere because of his overall size, but God, he felt monstrous between his legs, and she hadn’t even fully touched him yet.

“Elijah,” she breathed out. Freya blinked a few times as if it would clear her mind, then added a bit of pressure to his dick. She swore the damn thing jerked at her touch, and she couldn’t deny she wanted to be bolder, to just unzip his pants and pull it out.

But this felt like it was moving so fast, felt like she was losing control of herself.

“Elijah,” she said his name softly, fighting the urge to continue because she wanted to go slow. Still on his lap with her hand between their bodies, Freya forced herself to move off him.

“I’m sorry,” he said and turned from her, still sitting on the couch but with his body now facing the television. He ran a hand over his hair, messing up the strands even more. “That was going overboard. I shouldn’t have touched you … fuck, I shouldn’t have asked you to touch me like that.”

“Elijah.” She waited for a second after she said his name for him to turn to face her. When he was looking at her, she smiled. “I liked what we did, and I really didn’t want to stop.” She curled her nails into her palms as she thought about what they’d just done and felt her arousal grow again. “But I want to go slow. This is so very confusing to me, seeing as you used to be married to my stepmother and we lived together for years.”

“I know, Freya, and I understand, but I crossed a line right now with you.” He stood, suddenly seeming angry.

No, this wasn’t how she wanted this to go or how she hoped it would go. Standing as well, she reached out to him, but he moved away and walked toward the door.

“I’m sorry. I’m really fucking sorry.”

“Elijah, no apology is necessary. I liked what we did.”

He stopped and grabbed the handle to the front door. “I liked it, too, Freya, but I should know better.” He cursed under his breath. “I’ll call you later, sweetheart.” And with those parting words, he was gone.

She stood there, his endearment playing through her mind. The same endearment he’d called her all those years ago.9It had been several days since Elijah had gone to see Freya … since they’d shared that kiss. It was all she could think about. Even now, as she sat here alone in the silence, holding a glass of wine in her hand, she still felt his lips on hers.

She tried calling him, tried talking to him about everything, but every time she’d tried to get in touch, he’d either been busy or wouldn’t answer.

The fear of losing his friendship because of the kiss frightened her. She wanted him, wanted him more than she probably should, but that didn’t mean she would risk their friendship if she couldn’t be with him how she wanted.

Touching her lips, she felt them tingle, and closed her eyes and imagined herself on his lap again. God, his dick had been so hard, like a steel rod between them. She’d wanted so badly to unzip his pants and pull out his cock. But thinking and acting were two very different things. No way could she have been so bold, not when she thought kissing was rushing fast.

It’s not fast. It’s just that you’re not used to what’s going on.

This was true, and it wasn’t like she didn’t know Elijah. She supposed it was just the fact she had known him for years, and their relationship had been a little strange given their living situation.

Her cell vibrating beside her pulled her out of her thoughts and had her heart racing.

Maurice: Just seeing how you’re doing, and what’s new. I miss talking to you.

She smiled at that and replied.

Freya: I’m okay. Just dealing with Elijah avoiding me. He’s gone silent on me.