January: A Dear Diary Short Story (Dear Diary Short Stories Book 1) by Skye Turner Page A

clearly on display through the silk of the robe.
    I gasp and my eyes close. I feel his breath against my lips. “Open your eyes, Ramsee…” He steps back and I frown. He chuckles again as he takes in the picture I create. He smiles. “Perfect. Don’t move.”
    I sigh and get comfortable. It’s going to be a long night.
    He’s staring at me. Memorizing every inch of me that’s on display before he furiously heads back to his canvas. He’s like a man possessed. Nothing can be heard in the room other than our breathing, the breeze coming through the widow, and the traffic sounds down below.
    Finally, he sets the brush down and leans back to alleviate the strain on his muscles. I wait for his approval before I move. He nods at me and I stand up and stretch to work the kinks out of my body. Glancing at the clock, I see that he’s been at it for three hours.
    The lights are so hot. The silk is sticking to my legs and there’s a fine sheen of sweat between my heavy breasts. I want to cool off. And I also want to tempt Julien.
    I cross the room and brush past Julien on my way to the window. As I walk, I loosen the belt of my robe and just as I reach the window, I release it and let it slide down my arms and body to pool on the floor. I don’t turn, but I watch Julien’s reflection in the glass as I hear his I drawn breath behind me.
    His hand reaches down and he adjusts his crotch. I smile devilishly. Finally. Just the reaction I want. Still watching him in the glass, I cup my breasts and start to roll my nipples. I see him swallow as he watches me.
    His hand is rubbing his cock through his pants and the sensuality of the moment has me drenched. Trailing my hands down my stomach, I reach the apex of my thighs. Opening my legs a little, I follow the crease and spread the moisture I find there.
    My eyes are fixated on Julien’s face in the glass. His eyes are wide and I can see the darkness of his pupils reflected there. He watches as I play over my mound. I see him lick his lips as I brace one foot on the baseboard of the wall and start to rub my clit.
    I just watch him as he watches me.
    Finally, after I’ve all but convinced myself he’s just going to watch, so I’m going to give him one hell of a show, he groans and storms the distance between us. He pushes me against the window and reaches between my legs. His long fingers run over my slit as he leans in. His breath caresses my ear as he utters, “Is this what you want, Ramsee? You want to drive me insane? Your goal was to tempt me… to taunt me… Is this what you wanted?”
    As he says the last sentence, his fingers slip inside and I open my legs wider and push back against his hand. He has three fingers in me and he’s furiously pumping them in and out. The pleasure is more than I imagined and it’s intermingled with pain. I can’t stop grinding against him. I’m like a woman possessed and the only thing that can return my sanity is a mind blowing release.
    He leans down and bites the curve of my shoulder as he removes his hand from my pleasure zone. I groan in frustration and mutter out, “No, don’t stop. I need to cum. Please…”
    He laughs and it sounds harsh to my ears. I hear his zipper release and the tearing of foil as he licks my ear. “Oh, you’re going to cum. You’ll get what you want.” He presses down on my lower back and I bend over. His hands grip my hips and he surges in. I scream out as it feels like he hits my throat.
    He groans and before I can get my bearings, he’s filling me over and over. My breasts are bouncing everywhere and my hands splay on the glass of the window. He’s showing no mercy. He’s fucking me with unbridled passion and it’s glorious.
    Sweat is dripping from him onto my back where it’s mingling with my own. Grabbing my leg, he hooks it over his hip and it drives him more deeply into me. I’m about to pass out from the intensity of his fucking.
    Finally, I feel the burn in my core and I scream out as I