Roman p.o.v.
I wanted to say so many things, wanted to ask her to leave or to tell her to get up. But instead of that, I let my eyes get closed and enjoyed her wet body rubbing against me.
I knew this is wrong, but it didn't feel wrong. Not even a little bit. Taking to her, looking at her, or touching her… it all feels so right. Perhaps, I didn't feel that right in my entire life.
My forehead was still resting on her shoulder, taking deep breaths, we both were silent. I should have stood up and left or thrown her away from my lap and scolded her.
But I didn't.
Lifting my head, I looked into her eyes. My eyes, silently pleading, begging her to leave or scream or shout at me… Tell me to stop, but she didn't.
Not even when my hands started going up, towards her breast, not even when
