Last Night Begging

Not sure I was in my right mind, as he led me through the dark living room and up the stairs, I hesitated.

“I don’t think,” I tried protesting again but he stopped me before I could as he turned and pressed his warm finger on my lips.

He didn’t say anything, but instead, let go of my hand with his other one and wrapped his arm around me.

He leaned into me, pressing my back against the wall at the top of the stairs. It felt good the moment his heat radiated against me.

I was at a loss for words but even if I did want to protest, he took that chance from me the moment his head came down and his lips barely touched mine as he took away his finger.

I could hear his heart racing as it alternated beats with mine. I felt his other arm reach down between the wall and my waist. I was afraid if I moved my head, our lips would meet.

“Let me take you Ayda, here, while we’re alone in this house. Please give me that.”