You just need to ask

I moan quietly and lean my head against the wall, letting myself go. I hear him grunt, then cry out a sticky white fluid that pours all over his chest. I turn away before he can realize I'm there and rush back down the hallway. I lay in bed waiting for him to return. I face the wall so that

he may not see my face and wrap myself in bedsheets. The door opens softly a moment later. I can see him out of my peripherals, wiping himself down with a wet cloth and sliding into bed,completely naked. He come close to me and kissed my cheek! I tried hard not to move but I shivers! I hope he didn't notice it. I hope he thinks it's just happened in my sleeping self.

Guilt wracks my body. I shouldn't have been looking upon him, and I shouldn't have touched myself. But it felt so good to feel like that, to feel...sinful.

I meekly begin to dress in front of him. His wandering eyes roam my body like a starved beast that has not feasted in a year. The red silks are what he's chosen for me to wear, alo