cellular sentiment ꨄ ceedee lamb

ꨄ iii

a/n : long chapter cause i wasnt able to update sunday :(

"ah yes thats it" you moan exasperatedly.

"right there mama, you like that?" he whispers in your ear voice like velvet.

"yes daddy, please." you beg, words coming out choppy. a groan escapes his lips as he thrust into you and you begin to claw at the canvas on his back as you feel your finish nearing.

"ah yes, right there." you encourage him wrapping your legs around his slender hips in hopes of keeping his body connected to yours. the groan that escapes his lips is musical and your toes curl at the low sound. you cry out in pleasure- a cry that sounds weird. really weird.

"wait, what the fuck." you say eyes peaking open and spotting the alarm that is blaring right beside your ear.

you press the stop button in frustration and let your eyes flutter close in hopes to finish that dream. it felt so raw, so real. almost as real as the body pressed up against yours and the stiff arm that you were laying on.

your eyes shoot open as you realize just how real it was. how the man of your dreams quite literally showed up unannounced and was spooning you in your bed. you cant help but think of how easy it would be to make that dream into a reality.

you try to shake the thought from your head but you mind wonders back to the dream. you close your eyes and squeeze your thighs together in hopes to calm the constant throb between your legs.

holding back a moan you imagine him sliding the gown up and pulling your thighs apart to bury himself deep in you with no resistance your slickness acting in favor of his actions. you can all but feel his warm breath as he'd whisper soft praises to you soft kisses planting themselves on your neck. 

the thought felt too real as you arched back into him and immediately felt his body tense up.

his grip tightened around your waist and his voice came to you as a surprise, "well goodmorning to you too."

you bit back a moan and barely managed to find your voice, "sorry, i didnt mean to wake you. i was trying to get up to go shower." the lie rolls off of your tongue with minimal effort and he seemingly believes it as his grip loosens and you are able to get free.

you rush in the bathroom quickly shutting the door behind you. you sigh as you turn the light on and finally catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror.

"lock the fuck in" you whisper to yourself turning the water on. you strip down contemplating a moment before grabbing the purple toy underneath your sink.

you place its suction cup on the wall before getting underneath the water. you sigh as you slide back onto it imagining the man in your bed is the one behind you. you slowly began to rock back on the toy hands bracing the wall and the side of the tub for support.

you imagine his big hands gripping your waist and the sound of lewd noises filling the steamed space. you quicken your pace to one you deem similar to what his own would be like and it takes no time for you to send yourself cascading over the edge.

you take deep breaths and regain your composure before you begin to cleanse your body.

the familiar sense of shame washed over you but it wasnt quite what it usually was. an unusual sense of unfulfilment was mixed in as well. you needed more.

stop thinking like that he is a friend. a friend that came almost 2 hours to see you after a game, but still just a friend nonetheless.

complex emotions begin to swirl around your mind. you turned the shower off and stepped out grabbing a towel.