115. Filthy and Erotic

Erica

I woke up wrapped in Antonio’s arms, my face pressed to his chest. I was still on top of him and it might have seemed uncomfortable to sleep on top of another human being but Antonio was so warm and big, he felt like a heavenly mattress. His heart beat strongly against my ear as he slept. I knew that he hadn’t gone to sleep when I did and I didn’t want to wake him as I wanted to watch him for a moment, see him look so serene as he slept. It felt like something that not all people would get to witness.

Someone else in his place might look vulnerable as they slept, but not so surprisingly Antonio still looked self assured and beautiful and fierce while he slept. My fingers itched to trace those dark brows and those lips that had seemed my only centre when he had taken me so forcefully and brutally.

I wouldn’t have ever imagined my first time to be like this, and for someone with my past it shouldn’t have been. It would be a nightmare for a psychiatrist and a therapist both if the