An open flame by Shanice, C Ward (essential reading .txt) 📕

crazy given our brief time together, so I’d like to take a chance with you- if you want to that is.’ Peering up from beneath my eyelashes I could visibly see the relief wash over his face and audibly hear the breath leaving his lungs- I hadn’t noticed that he’d been holding his breath. My heart melted once more for him. ‘Of course I’d like to take a chance, I was so sure that telling you all this would make you run away-, that I’d never see you again’ his eyes looked so undone, it crushed me, I stood up and walked around to the seat next to him placing my legs either side of the bench so that I could face him and wrap my arms around his sides, I embraced him in a tight warm hug, ‘The first time I saw you, you were leaving the club and you’d called a taxi, I was exiting the building opposite you and I watched you as you sat on the curb waiting, I had to meet you, so I crossed over further down and mingled with the crowd, on closer inspection you were definitely the most beautiful girl I’d ever laid eyes upon..’ he specified, caressing my face, he whispered ‘ I wanted you then, needed you to be mine and seeing that you were cold gave me the perfect opportunity, my jacket was a sure way to show my gentleman like mannerism as well as an excuse for you to meet with me again-, now he we are, and you’re mine and I wouldn’t have it any other way.’ Before I could respond he gripped me in a tight lip locking kiss, surrendering myself to him, showing him what I wanted to say with my lips, I stroked his tongue with mine, over and over, holding his face in place I deepened the kiss, biting his lips at regular intervals, his moans a gratifying response to each tug of his lip. He undone my tight bun so that he could run his fingers through my hair, I began to mirror his actions, tugging at our loose tendrils gripping onto one another, I move forward and around so that I could straddle his hips. Lifting my thighs over his he eased me down more comfortably, he tugged my hair to tilt my head back to have easier access to my throat, the contact of his teeth and tongue made me gasp, turning me on with each tender suckle, grazing his teeth gently along my jugular, I began to grind my hips shamelessly into his lap. I wanted this man, rich or not. Here, now, whenever. Just him. Tobias’ hand came between us to unzip the zip of his trousers making room for his thick heavy sex to stand up between us, I was in awe at the sight of him. He stroked himself, pulling my eyes to him, looking deeply into my eyes. Whimpering in distress I rocked my hips further to show how much I wanted him. He shifted slightly, though holding my gaze.   His sex, as feverishly hot and hard as a rock, stood at the entrance to my sex. Making me hot and needy for him, I gathered my strength and lifted myself up and then down onto him, I wanted it inside me more than I wanted to breathe. ‘Oh,’ I gasped. It took all my self-control and strength, to lift my hips and torso up slowly and drop back down at the same pace, slow, torturous, but the feeling so exquisite it was almost unbearable. Filling me to the point of pain I embraced the feel of his sex in mine. On the sixth lift I tightened around him, so close to coming I could taste it. My hips and back arched without violation, my body straining into his. His grip on my sides tightened as his length swelled thicker and longer. Breathing through gripped teeth I could hear his every breath, the sounds and the feeling were all too much. ‘Oh, Tobias,’ I gasped, convulsing around his thick column of flesh that was filling and possessing me, I continued to ride up and down his steely erection, even after I’d climaxed, bringing him to the point of release. I moaned again, surely I couldn’t come twice? His head dipped and suckled at my nipples with his erection swelling further and further and his breathing becoming deeper. Oh, he felt exquisite. Rolling his hips, he screwed himself into me, exploiting all my tender spots that sent my body quivering. Again. Tobias looked into my eyes once more, continuing his assault on my nipples with his forefinger and thumb, my tender muscles clenched down on his sex so hard that it caused him to groan and throw his head back. The second orgasm struck me like a blow, the overload of sensation rippling throughout my core was a shock to my system. Crying out his name, my sex tightened and contracted over and over. He came with a low growl, throwing his head back as he spurted into me for long minutes, I didn’t think it was going to end. Panting deeply and quickly we sat there until our breathing evened. I struggled to lift off his sex, feeling limp and sensitive, it was almost too much. He lifted me from under my arms. Settling in the seat next to him, I heard him fasten his zip. ‘Are you okay, baby?’ he asked stroking my damp hair from my face. I nodded, gazing at him through sleepy eyes.  I heard him stand up, felt his arms come under me a moment later. Carrying me back to the car I don’t remember the journey home, I didn’t stay awake long enough to enjoy the beautiful night surroundings.              6.

The bright morning of the day outside poured through my large bedroom windows, flooding my room from wall, to floor to ceiling. The light so piercingly bright it woke me. Glancing at my phone it was 7:30AM. Eugh. Way too early to be awake. Tossing my covers aside I stalked into the en-suite bathroom, grabbing a towel, a razor and flicking on the shower. I undressed from my night clothes. It’s funny that I don’t remember getting home, let alone getting changed. Walking over to the wash basket my cream dress, panties and bra were all neatly piled below. Hmm, strange. Dumping my night clothes I stepped under the warm spray of the shower. Bliss. I showered for less than ten minutes, an all-time record for me. Padding over to my walk-in wardrobe, I glanced at my unruly bed. It can wait. My hair laid damp across my shoulders, I decided natural drying would be a nice change, and the towel wrapped around me was my only article of clothing. Taking out a pair of white jeans and a ruby red peplum top I laid the clothes on my desk because my bed was a mess. Walking over to my underwear drawers I selected my red silk French lingerie set. Very sexy, maybe I could see Toby today and give him a strip tease. I relished the idea. Dropping my towel to the floor I began getting dressed. Pulling my damp black hair into a rather simple ponytail and gripping my tendrils to the base of the ponytail I began fixing my face, red lipstick, bold eyeliner and mascara. I left the bedroom when I felt semi-presentable taking my phone with me. I hurried into the kitchen to make some juice.

Unlocking my phone as I poured the fresh orange juice into a tall glass I noticed that I had two text messages. One from my dad, the other from Toby.

I clicked on toby’s first. ‘Hey baby, I hope you didn’t mind that I carried you to your bed, I changed you into your bed clothes- I didn’t peak too much, I wanted to stay with you, looking so peaceful and beautiful. I hope you slept well, missing you already. T xo’

Smiling at my phone, I didn’t know what to feel about him dressing me. Especially as I’d recalled seeing my underwear in the bathroom. Never mind, nothing he hasn’t seen before. Shaking off an uneasy feeling. I typed my reply, my fingers swiftly moving across the touchscreen of my HTC One S, ‘Hey, thank you for taking care of me, and sorry for falling asleep on you like that, I feel awful! I hope you’re having a great successful day at work and can’t wait to see you soon, missing you too, yours C xx’   

 I scrolled down to the second message from my dad, I didn’t save him in my contact list as dad, just ‘Robert James’. Clicking on the message and reading I was momentarily dazed. ‘Hello Lottie, I’m going to be in Birmingham on the weekend, haven’t seen you in over three months so I thought it would be nice to meet up and have a meal on Saturday, my treat, if you’re not too busy. We can celebrate your results, too. Speak soon, dad x’                Dad, wanted to meet up with me. Pfft, that’s a first. I always thought I was too much of a nuisance for him, which was my way of explaining to myself the reason he never saw me as much. He loved me, in his own way, usually ended a text with ‘love you lots’ as if it was a chore to say so, rather than actually meaning it. He’d never told me he loved me in person, but that didn’t mean I thought he didn’t love me. However, it was still confusing that he would actually make time to see me, usually he’d only see me when he had to, when mom arranged it. But since I was 17 we saw each other every few months rather than every 2 weeks or so because previously mom had arranged all the meet ups to ensure we had ‘father and daughter’ bonding time. Not that either of us wanted or appreciated it.  It was always the same, meal and then home by 6, maybe a couple brief hugs and smiles. Nothing too cosy. I suppose it reflected his powerful demeanour. Although, before my mom had an affair with somebody behind his back he was much different, more open and friendly. Now he was just closed and reserved, very formal, even to his only daughter. I didn’t care too much. I suppose meeting up this Saturday wouldn’t be too bad. Sending my reply stating that it would be nice to meet up and that Saturday would be fine, switching the small device off I placed my phone on the breakfast bar and sipped my juice in silence. I still felt and uneasy feeling at the pit of my stomach, trying to shake it off I looked at the clock, 9am, time for my morning pill. Heading off to the bathroom I took care of business. Padding back out of my bedroom I heard voices arising from down the hall, from Leila’s room. I was going to ignore the arising voices which sounded violent until I heard a smashing sound. Storming off in the