Into the deep we go: Falling for you is so wrong

Reach for me

Disclaimer: Mature themes

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"f**k, f**k, f**k, s**t!" he huffed out as he closed his bedroom door, he felt like she was being purposeful, bending down, her breasts almost falling out of that too-tight shirt, the way she slid her leg over his lap, her stating the obvious that he was indeed looking at her, but she was no better, she constantly stared at him, perhaps she was just awkward, hell he didn't know, but what he did know was that he was about to explode. He had to do something about the throbbing in his c**k.

He had to be quick though, she might wonder why he was taking so long, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his pulsing manhood, gripping it firmly at the shaft, and began stroking, he thought about how her ass looked in those pants, the slight underboob while she slept, her lips under his thumb and how she seemed to revel in the fact that she made him loose focus around her, he thought about her bad attitude and how rude she could be, he would f**k that rudeness out of her if given permission.

And at that he finished, gripping the side of the bed with such intensity he thought he would rip through it. He felt a bit disgusted with himself for thinking such dirty thoughts about her, he cursed himself and swore he'd try to keep his mind from going there again.

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Lilith thought it very strange how Ambrose just sped out of the room, not even waiting for her to thank him "what a d**k" she murmured to herself, when the thought struck her, her foot grazed it.

Oh gods, she only then realized that she had rested her leg right there on his crotch and then proceeded to drag it over as well.

Her body temperature rose and her breasts felt oddly tense, like they were trapped and needed to be released of the confines of her shirt.

Her mind flickered to him tracing circles on her skin, the sensation, being one she hadn't felt in a long time, she thought back to the memory of him in his underwear and before she knew it, her hand was between her legs.

Wetness had already been there before she slid her fingers in between and started to work gently, growing more and more ravenous at every movement, her other hand moved up to grip her aching breast and she kept on holding the thought of his big bulge in her mind, thinking what it would be like to taste it, to have him fill up her mouth completely.

Before everything happened she had been a very sexually charged person, she enjoyed s*x, different kinds of s*x than most people, and she really missed it, she hadn't been f****d in a long time, and hadn't even pleasured herself either.

So the absolute frustration was palpable, and she moaned softly as she let her imagination run wild with possibilities.

She finished moments later and felt the pain in her head ease a bit.

Just then Ambrose walked in, she flustered at the sight of him and scrambled to pull the blanket back over her, her breathing was still very uneven and he stopped right in his tracks as he saw her, her hair was messy, and she was sweating and her legs were trembling a bit, he also noted that her shirt was in a very strange position.

He tried to put whatever that was so far into the back crevices of his mind and just gave her the boot, he helped her to put it on, and just as he opened his mouth to say something, his phone rang.

He excused himself and left. Only coming back a few minutes later with an expensive-looking coat slung over his muscled forearm and keys in his hand.

"I have to go, they need me at the hospital, here's the clothes I bought you, if you want to and are able to dress yourself, use the bathroom down the hall, here's some crutches for you to use, I'm sorry I really need to go, it's an emergency, there's food in the fridge", and with that, he was gone.

Lilith looked at the clothes, the crutches, and her lonesome surroundings.

And she sighed.

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Lilith was growing more and more disgruntled.

Ambrose had barely spoken to her in a month... a month. That's right it had been approximately one month and ten days. She'd been at this house for far too long now and he had been so incredibly distant towards her.

Their chance meetings were limited to the shrouded hours of the evening, either in the profound depths of late-night encounters or at the inconvenient crack of dawn. His demanding schedule at the hospital claimed his daylight hours and most of his nights, leaving them with fleeting moments ensnared between sleep and wakefulness.

His moments of reprieve, to further avoid her, were spent submerged in the warmth of his outdoor pool or sequestered within the confines of the bathroom for what felt like an eternity. Their exchanges were fleeting as well; he served as her crutch, aiding her navigation down the treacherous staircase and back up again. Her leg was mending nicely, yet those daunting, slick steps remained a formidable challenge.

Worse still was the spellbinding sensation of his gaze tracing her form whenever she turned away from him. It was a desirable caress that lingered longer than necessary, making her skin prickle with slight discomfort and something akin to arousal.

She observed his meticulous attention to her leg's healing process, silently administering the required medication. The once cumbersome boot had been replaced by a minimalistic brace secured with just a few straps.

Despite her deepening familiarity with the home, a subtle tension hung in the air, accentuated by his deliberate distance that widened with each passing day. An unspoken thing burned in her chest, it vexed her to no end, she craved for his closeness as it tugged at her, while his intentional avoidance cast an imperceptible barrier between them, fuelling a growing sense of frustration within her.

She simmered with irritation, her gaze snagged on his in a dance of escalating tension when their eyes did meet.

Their interactions crackled with a blend of sarcasm and depravity, each exchange laced with a sharp edge that hinted at hidden desires. It had become a battlefield for them, engaging in biting banter combat, where snide remarks and teasing barbs were their chosen weapons. The air between them hummed with unspoken words charged with both animosity and attraction, creating a palpable energy that neither could deny.

A formidable seductress, she disdainfully noted his sharp wit as a reflection of her own, each jab expertly targeting her weak spots with his smarmy arrogant attitude.Accustomed to outshining those around her, she grappled with the unexpected challenge of facing someone who could match her intellect and guile. Despite her inner uncertainties, his affirmations only added fuel to the fire of her irritation, intensifying the thrilling duel they both clandestinely enjoyed

The nights dragged on endlessly as she was alone for the longest of hours, each passing moment filled with the haunting presence of his image seared into her mind. She found herself unable to escape the grasp of his memory, his features vividly etched in her thoughts. It wasn't just a physical longing, it was as if he had woven himself into the very fabric of her being. The way he spoke, moved, smirked in that roguish way.

No one, not even the most discerning or composed soul, could resist acknowledging the sheer magnificence of his delectability.

She indulged in the memory every night, savoring the vivid image of him: the way his dark hair fell over his forehead, the subtle scent of burnt sweetness and cherrywood that lingered around him, the warmth of his touch against her skin.

In her mind's eye, she envisioned every intimate moment with him - the weight of his body beneath hers, the sensation of his breath on her neck, and the electric thrill of his lips tracing a path along her curves.

As she surrendered to these fantasies, each climax was a seismic release, so intense that it seemed to reverberate through the very foundation of the house.She relished the idea of him catching every moan that slipped through the walls, knowing it would needle at his composure like a persistent itch he couldn't scratch.Other than that.

As her wounds mended, her physical strength also improved. The meals he meticulously crafted were brimming with essential nutrients, gradually restoring her appearance to its former vitality. Despite occasional battles with lingering food-related anxieties, she persevered. Yet, deep within, she harbored doubts that the scars on her mind and heart would ever fully fade; the damage seemed irreparable. Nevertheless, amidst this uncertainty, a glimmer of comfort emerged – for the present moment at least, she could take refuge in the assurance that she would endure.

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Every day seemed to blur into the next for Ambrose as he struggled to keep up with his overwhelming workload. He longed for a moment to pause and relax, but even at home, he was bombarded with tasks and responsibilities. He couldn't even catch a long enough break to smoke, something that had always stilled his thoughts, had become a desperate attempt to find a sliver of peace in the chaos of his life. But even that brief escape seemed to elude him more and more.

Lilith's medical needs were not the issue; in fact, she took care of herself diligently. However, it was everything else about her that set him on edge.

Her sardonic remarks cut like a blade honed for that exact purpose, her spiteful demeanor chilled the air around her, and she had a way of shutting people out with a forceful bite. Despite her icy exterior, there was an undeniable undercurrent of raw sensuality that stirred something primal within him whenever she was near.

His fingers throbbed with a dull ache, a testament to the fervor with which he sought solace from the relentless allure she exuded. Each touch, each fleeting glance ignited a tempest of desire within him, compelling his mind to wander into realms where she was the enchantress and he, the willing captive.

Restraining himself to just twice daily indulgences became a necessary ritual to prevent his hand from succumbing to the tyranny of cramps, a small sacrifice in comparison to the torment her inadvertent provocations inflicted upon him. He found himself navigating through the periphery of her presence, a delicate dance where every flutter of her lashes and every subtle brush of her body against his sent his imagination soaring into forbidden fantasies.

Multiple times, the sound of her soft moans seeped through the walls, igniting a fiery frustration within him. Each delicate whimper seemed to wrap around his senses like tendrils of desire, leaving his mind ablaze with longing. Unable to resist, he found himself drawn to the wall, his hand moving instinctively as he surrendered to the intoxicating symphony of her reaching climax.

The air crackled with an electric charge whenever they were near one another, a tension so thick it felt like a storm about to break. Every interaction was a symphony of unsung desires and pent-up frustrations, creating a tangible atmosphere heavy with anticipation.

Despite the magnetic pull that drew them closer, they maintained a deliberate distance, each unsure of the other's true intentions. Her demeanor towards him dripped with resentment, every word and movement sharp enough to slice through bone.

Yet, he was enraptured by her presence, his gaze unwilling to stray. As she turned away, he couldn't ignore how her clothes clung to her body in a tantalizing embrace, accentuating every curve and contour.

His eyes hungrily devoured every detail of her existence—the effortless grace in her movements as she glided with fluid elegance, the radiant glow of her skin under the sun's caress, and the subtle nuances in her expressions that hinted at a whirlwind of emotions. In stolen moments before dawn, he watched her engage in yoga with a mix of awe and fascination.

Despite nursing a broken leg, she pushed herself through each pose with unwavering determination, twisting and bending in ways that defied reason. The memory of her contorting body lingered in his mind, a blend of beauty and agony.

Beads of sweat adorned her skin like precious gems as she arched and twisted, each motion showcasing both resilience and fragility. During those intimate sessions, his gaze lingered on every inch of her form—the rise and fall of her chest with each breath, the enticing curve of her hips as she shifted positions, and the hypnotic sway of her breasts that seemed to move in harmony with her every gesture.

The absurdity of their restraint from fulfilling their mutual s****l needs hung heavily between them like an unspoken dare.

His craving for her generous breasts that morning after her yoga was so intense that he yearned to devour them on the spot. The urge was undeniable, driving him to seek solace in self-pleasure during his morning commute, a risky indulgence matched only by the reckless draw of his unquenchable desire.

He eagerly anticipated the upcoming 2 weeks of respite, a brief hiatus from the turmoil that had engulfed him at the hospital.

As he navigated his way back home from work, he silently prayed that the potent pain medication he had procured for her would lull her into a peaceful slumber upon his arrival.

Stunned and perplexed, he watched in awe as her body mended itself at an astonishing rate, almost defying the natural order. However, a new concern arose when she began to wince from sharp pains traveling up her leg and spreading through her entire being, accompanied by agonizing migraines. In response, he carefully recalibrated her medication regimen to address these troubling symptoms.

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Lilith's muscles were sore and achy from a long day of physical activity. She had spent the morning doing yoga to stretch out her tense body, followed by an intense workout in her home gym. After that, she took some time to read a few chapters of her book before making herself some food and cleaning up the mess she had left in her wake. Exhausted, she longed for a hot bath to soothe her tired body.

But as she reached for the tap in her bathroom, it refused to budge. Frustration rose within her as she tried with all her might, but the tap remained stubbornly stuck.

With a shout of frustration "f*****g s**t!", she gave it one last hard shove before giving up.

The realization hit her that she was on the top floor and wouldn't be able to use the downstairs bathroom either.

Glancing at the clock, Lilith saw that it was only 5:30 PM. Ambrose usually didn't return until late evening. Taking a deep breath, A melancholic whistled tune escaped her lips, a gentle whisper of solace in the midst of turmoil as she gathered her toiletries and made her way to Ambrose's luxurious bathroom.

The room was spacious and well-designed, just like his bedroom. Lilith couldn't help but think about how much money he must have spent on the lavish furnishings. But her attention was immediately drawn to the enormous black tub with a matted stone finish. She couldn't wait to soak in its warm depths.

As she eased into the steaming water, Lilith let out a content sigh. Her tired muscles relaxed under the heat of the bath. She stayed there for a while, letting the water work its magic on her sore body. When she finally emerged, she felt completely rejuvenated.

Taking her time, Lilith washed away the sweat and grime from earlier in the day before settling back into the tub for some much-needed relaxation. As she closed her eyes and let out a deep breath, her mind drifted off, and she quickly drifted off to sleep in the tranquil waters of Ambrose's luxurious bath.

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Ambrose came home to a strangely quiet setting, normally Lilith had the speakers blaring some old rock song while she danced with a fiery grace inside her.Even with her broken leg and she sang like a siren and moved like a muse, the noise always riled him up but to see her so alive eased his nerves.

However this quiet was very unlike her, he figured that she must've been sleeping indeed, and quietly thanked no one in particular for that small mercy.

He was quite exhausted, so he trudged upstairs and into his room, he needed to wash the day away.

When he stepped into his en suite bathroom his eyes nearly jumped out of his sockets and his knees buckled. Sprawled out in the tub, in his tub laid Lilith, completely naked and exposed to him.

She startled out of a sleepy state when he had opened the door, her eyes shot so wide that he swore they would rip open.

"s**t, what the hell are you doing here?" she yelled, he was dumbfounded, she had barely been awake a couple of seconds and already she was sharp-tongued and ready for a fight, his blood boiled.

"Me... this is my bathroom, what are you doing?" he yelled back.

Her eyes narrowed into murderous slits, "My f*****g tub wasn't working and I can't make it down the stairs as they are ridiculously big and f*****g slippery, and I was sweaty so I had to come in here, I didn't think you'd be home so early", she said it as if it all should've been glaringly obvious. Her mouth as filthy as ever.

"You can stop staring now" she snapped as he didn't say anything, he didn't even move, he could only focus on her naked body casually gracing his tub.

"Well f**k me for being a bit stunned, it's not every day I come home to a naked woman in my tub" sarcasm filled his tone.

"Why don't you get out now, I need to bathe, its been a long ass day" his request was probably a bit more brash than he intended but he thought he'd tease her a bit, as she had done endlessly to him.

"No I'm not done" she stated with a firm dismissal.

"Well princess, either you get out, or I get in with you, I won't argue tonight, I'm not in the mood" he gave a quick sardonic smirk that fell again just to indicate that he was not playing games.

"No!" she said through her teeth.

"Well then that does it" he pulled off his shirt and pants in a swift motion and heaved himself over the edge, plunging into the massive tub, right next to her.

Water splashed everywhere, and Lilith let out a yelp, before turning her face toward him.

Her eyes were blazing with fury, "you f*****g brute, what do you think you're doing?"

"I told you, either you get out, or I'm getting in, you didn't get out, so I got in" he motioned the words with his hands as if explaining it to a child, this just made her angrier, and her face trembled with rage.

She brought up her healthy leg and prepared to kick him straight in his manhood, but he saw her plan and grabbed it before she could, he then pulled her close to him and flashed her a devilish smirk.

They were positioned now with her sitting on top of him, her legs on either side of his torso, he held her firmly in place by her wrists, because when she couldn't kick him, she resorted to try and punch him.

"Let me go" she seethed, and thrashed, every movement had her perfect chest bouncing up and down, he wouldn't mind it if his face took that as a punishment and he grinned at the thought.

"Pig" she saw where his eyes had landed.

"No, No darling, I'm not the bad guy here, you're the one who refused to leave MY bathroom, and then proceeded to assault me, I think you need to reassess the situation here", she was breathing heavily with her eyes narrowed and locked into his own.

He couldn't read her, because while her face was seemingly homicidal, her eyes were glinting with mischief.

She looked down, and when her eyes found his again her lips were mere millimeters away from his, she tightened her grip on his torso by folding her legs around his back and pressing her breasts to his chest.

His eyes widened with shock and blood flowed right to where she sat on top of him, immediately causing it to become hard and throbbing. She felt it too, because her lips curved up into a dangerous smile.

"Is that what you want? do you want me on top of you?" her tongue slid out of her mouth and she dragged it across his collarbone.

He closed his eyes and tried to keep his mind still, but she bit his ear lobe and whispered seductively to him "Do you want to f**k me, hmm Ambrose, is that what you want to do?"

He said nothing, he couldn't as she started to move her hips against him, he almost groaned as he felt her pressing herself to his body, but he didn't dare move, as he knew that this was a trap, he knew that some scheme was busy concocting in that sadistic little head of hers.

"Come now Doctor, you were so sure of yourself just a moment ago, do I have you all flustered and speechless when I'm sooo close to that c**k? Isin't this why you've been staring at me every waking moment? wondering how much of it I can take, how hard you could make me scream?" there it was, he knew it, she wanted him to admit it, so she could further torture him for days to come.

Finally, his mind snapped back to reality, and he released her wrists and grabbed her ass firmly with both hands, rocking her back and forth even more. He leaned in closer to her, letting her breasts press further into him, he brought his mouth down to her ear just like she did before.

"Is that why you've been laying awake at night pleasuring yourself and wishing it was my face between those legs?" he slid one of his hands up into her hair and gripped it tight, he pulled her head back, and lowered his mouth, biting down she let out a moan that knocked the air from his lungs and the thoughts from his head.

"Yeah and what if it was? would you be thinking about it when you assault your c**k a million times a day, or is that already what roils in your mind?" he stopped his rough sucking on that spot he bit on her neck and smiled, it was true, but he wouldn't let her win that easily.

"No, I think about how much you want me to bend you over and f**k you till you can't stand, how I'd tie up that pretty body and finally give you the discipline you so badly need" Her breathing hitched in her throat and he knew he struck gold, but it seemed like she wasn't done yet, she was like a cat, playing with their prey, torturing it until it's heart gave out.

"Do you want to know what I really think about?" She pulled away her neck from his lips and slid off him, lowering her head just above where he stuck out of the water, both her hands were on his sides and her breath warmed his tip.

She looked up at him and schooled her features to be as innocent as they could be, "I think about you face f*****g me until you can't hold it anymore and finish inside my throat. Then I think about how I climb on top off you and ride you till I can't stand", she stood up at those words, his face now level with her crotch. "I think about taking you on every surface of this house, in any way I want, until I'm sore for days, until you beg me for more, on your knees, at my mercy".

He closed his eyes and blew out a breath, he had no words, he was about to ravage her, claim every inch that he could, he wanted nothing more than to taste her on his tongue, and watch her squirm as he held her in place.

But just as he finished that revelation, he heard the splashing of water and the padding of footsteps on the floor, he opened his eyes to see her bend down to pick up a towel, and his body surged with electricity as her mound peeked through her legs, so perfect, swollen and... wet, gods he nearly had a f*****g heart attack at that. But then she stood up, turned towards him fully on display, and smirked with such malicious intentions behind her deep blue eyes.

"Or maybe, I think about finally getting the f**k out of here so I can walk back out to that beach and finish what I started" She draped the towel loosely over her and sauntered out of the bathroom, all the colour had drained from his face, he shouted profanities and had no choice but to finish himself off, otherwise he'd have blue balls for way too long... again.