long black hair 2.0

Opening the door, she steps inside. Her dress is low on her back and heels prop her up to my level. She turns, red lipstick still perfect on her lips. I cannot help myself; cannot take it anymore. She notices and leans in before I can. We kiss, touch, pull as I walk her into the hall. To the door with the pink frame. I open it, turn on the light, but she does not break free from me. First, her shoes, then my shirt, then her dress. Her body sits on top of me and I can feel the soft cotton of the light pink sheets rubbing on my back. Her head pulls up, staring into my eyes until they turn to look around the room.

“What room is this?” Her body goes limp.

I grab her waist, turning her underneath me, holding her wrists above her head.

“Ben, wait.” She squirms as I kiss her neck, “Stop!” She’s raising her voice now.

One hand holds her wrists while the other reaches toward my pants. She’s screaming, but I don’t know what she is saying. I don’t stop; I can’t. My hand holds her mouth as I push. Her legs kick and body shakes. Muffled screams continue, as do I.