Thunderstorm And Tulips

Killian.

As she goes limp in my arms, I can't even stop my body from falling right on top of her back. This girl drained every last bit of energy from me, and hell the sheets are so wet she will get sick if I let her sleep here. I dread the fact that now she has to sleep in my actual bedroom, I don't let anyone in there it is very personal. And I can't share a bed with her for the night, I will probably kill her in her sleep. I decide I will just pick her up and leave her in there, I will sleep on the couch. Rolled in a sheet, I pick her up and leave the bedroom. When she is tucked in between the covers, I watch her sleep and it is fascinating to do so. She looks so tiny like a baby and I get this urge to protect her. I allow myself myself one more treat; I join her in bed and hold her close to me. She fits so perfectly as though she was made for me; I allow myself to imagine her in my arms for more than just tonight. Come morning she will have to leave and never look back, that doesn't sit right with me and it makes my chest feel heavy. She suddenly turns around and places her tiny hand right above my hammering heart; her leg lands right next to my d**k. Hell, I can't wake her up for a little bit that will break her. I like this situation more than i care to admit; maybe hold her a little bit more...

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Why is it so warm in here? I move to the side but crash into something, or rather a someone. What? I open my eyes to her beautiful face, but what throws me off is that I slept next to her all night and I slept through the night. I must have been really exhausted to pull an all nighter, I search for my watch and startle when it reads 10:30 AM.Where is my phone? Why hasn't Nico woken me up yet? Most of all, what do I do with this vixen next to me? I should wake her up, give her a few bucks and forget her. For some reason I hesitate, and I never hesitate to kick a girl out. I need a shower and some food, maybe this p***y-fog I have will be gone after coffe.

I realize when I sit down to have breakfast that I have actually made breakfast for 2, what the hell? As I raise my cup to my lips, I hear thumping upstairs; then a shout; a door slamming; and feet thundering on the stairs. The sounds don't annoy me like they usually would, they are almost comforting actually. She shows up on the bottom of the stairs with hair looking like a bird's nest; but what throws me off balance is the fact that she is now wearing my clothes. Sweatpants rolled up; my dress shirt rolled at the sleeves;and I can bet my Porsche she has on my briefs. She has her dress folded up in her fists and her heels;she is mumbling something under her breath.

''Looking for something, sweet girl?'',she let's out a screech, it seems she didn't see me before. ''Have you seen my purse? I need to leave right now.",she says. I didn't see it either last night. '' Maybe your friends have it, I didn't see any purse with you last night and not even a phone actually.''

''Weird, can I borrow $20 and I will catch a taxi back home.''

Independent much?;''I made breakfast, eat and I will drop you off afterwards. Why are you blushing?''

''You are not dressed, you only have briefs on.''

''Does that make you uncomfortable,baby?''; I ask absently and try to hide my smirk at the expression she makes.

''Don't be a wise ass, you won't win I tell you.''; she shoots back. She does not fear me or she chooses to show her fear, whatever it is it is refreshing.

''Funny, I remember winning fairly last night. You passed out on me, disappointing.''; I say with the most bland face yet and she turns red from anger. Her face scrunches up and her nostrils flare, I decide I like goading her. She finishes her breakfast, leaving me with a raging hard-on from her constant moaning and lip licking. If she were not so naive I would say she is seducing me, and it would be working.

After breakfast, we head out. I ask for her address and notice that she lives in a middle-class area, she must live with her parents or relatives. As we weave through traffic, I notice she has gone quiet and stares out. I hope she doesn't regret last night because I quite enjoyed it, maybe do it again? NO. I can't do that to her because I can't forgive myself if anything were to happen to her. She deserves better than me and my life, it would chew her and spit her out in a body bag. She will have to forget about last night,she will go back to her quiet life and marry some boring 9-5 dude. Probably get married and have a few kids...I don't like that picture. Some i***t will get to have her and will most likely deny her orgasms again, I don't like the idea of her with some sleazeball.

''I think you need to go easy on the steering wheel, at this rate you will dislodge it.''; she points out holding in her laugh and she is failing miserably. And she just can't and let's out a belly laugh that is so beautiful and light, it suits her and it eases the weight off my chest. I wish she would stay just a little while longer with me but that is certain death, for the first time ever I hate my job.I pull up to her street and drive up to her driveway, don't ask me why. I expect her mother or father or even a sibling to come out the house to check on her but the house is quiet, the windows closed and curtains drawn.

''You live alone?'',I ask her.

''Yes i live by myself, why do you sound suprised by that?''; she shoots back with sass. I must be frowning because she says lightly,''Don't worry I lock my doors and windows before bed,Daddy.''

I know she doesn't mean it that way but hell I wish she could stop tempting me, I am one word away from stuffing her face full of my cock...that would be such a vision. I shift in my seat to relive my d**k from being smothered by my pants, I need to leave now. I open the door with the idea of going to get hers but no she is out of the car before I can get there, she is infuriating. We walk up to her door and watch as she opens her door, as soon as it opens I get in before her. I survey the house looking for threats, habit of mine. From the front door I can see the lounge on my left and the kitchen on my right. A few feet away is the staircase to the second floor, I take the stairs and check the second floor. Once I am satisfied I come back down the stairs and find her still standing by the door, and she is confused by my behavior.

''The house is clean, you can carry on.''

''Okay...'' She is thrown off and I take that as my cue to leave, I have overstayed my welcome. One last thing...I get closer and cup her chin, and kiss those lips I have been thinking about since we woke up. She kisses me back like she can't get enough and I feel the same way too, I don't want to never see her again. But I have to, for her sake.

''It was a pleasure, sweet girl.''; but I still don't make a move to leave. I try my best to memorize her face and commit it to memory, but it will fade. I know it will fade, so I save myself from that anguish and turn around and leave.