Muriel has had her life sculpted and figured out by her well-renowned defense attorney father since she was a child. His Moto: Head down, do your schoolwork, be the best, and always do the right thing.
But what happens when she catches her father wi...
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Falling asleep sharing a bed with Muriel is a fucking nightmare. If I thought all this time being friend-zone was torture, I had been so utterly wrong.
This is fucking torture.
Trying to sleep next to a woman when all you want to do is put your hands all over her is hell. Not to mention she is in those cute pink panties and white bra, with nothing else on. It's like she's subliminally giving me all the signals, wearing almost nothing, cuddling me by pressing her ass into my crotch, and making those sweet soft noises when I touch her.
If I didn't know better I'd say she's fucking playing with me. Intentionally trying to wind me up, however because I do know Murry I don't think she's even aware of what she does to me. And I'm even more positive playing games like that doesn't even register in her mind.
Every slight movement I'm thrusted from falling asleep, my skin on fire and my hands yearning to touch her. Unfortunately, I think I scared her off after I asked to go down on her. Too much too fast left her spooked, so now I'm really trying hard to behave myself.
When she seemed to be asleep I rolled off, needing space to try to clear my gutter-thoughts and to cool my throbbing dick that's been extra fucking needy this weekend.
All I want to do is hold and kiss this woman, sleep is simply impossible with her next to me. So I'm left to my thoughts and to stare at the back of her head as I lay here on my side.
Time ticks by slowly, so I spend it thinking about this fucking amazing weekend. I've had some pretty sweet weekends in my life, but this one takes the cake. I've daydreamed about a weekend like this for years and what I'd do if I ever got the chance to have Muriel on her own without any outside forces disrupting us. Be it work, or her schooling, or Jeremy-fucking-Reynolds or Henry. The second I learned she came to London early I knew it was time to say and do something. I wouldn't have been able to go another year wondering what if.
I find myself smiling at the ceiling wide awake so fucking pleased with myself. I finally had the balls to metaphorically give Henry the finger and literally make a move on Murry.
I roll to my side again watching her shoulder follow the movements of her breath, slowly rising and falling. She sleeps curled up into a little ball, on her side with her legs curled up tight, it's really the most adorable thing I've ever seen.
I connect imaginary lines between the freckles on her back and shoulders then start to count them.
Murry shifts bringing my slightly creepy attention back up to the back of her head, then she rolls over to face me. Her large blue bedroom eyes wide open connecting with mine sending a bolt of energy down my spine.
Her eyes drop to my mouth, so mine follows suit. Murry jolts forward planting her lips onto mine with such haste our teeth tap together. My hands go to her face instantly holding her in place as she leans over me. Her tongue breaks past my lips and twists around mine sending another crackling bolt of electricity down my spine.
