Crimson Notion

forty

h.

My eyes slowly begin to flutter open due to the streams of daylight sneaking through the cracks of the window drapes.

It's so fucking bright that it feels like I'm getting an x-ray right now.

The bedsheets are so inviting and warm and the only thing I want to do is sink deeper into the bed. There's no way in hell in getting out of this.

Making sure the bedsheets stay over my shoulders, I roll over to face Esme but when I peek my eyes open Esme is nowhere to be seen.

The spot she once laid in was still warm letting me know she had to have gotten up not too long ago. Where the fuck did she go?

Both she and I fell asleep here after we took a bath last night. We were both cuddled up close to each other and just as I was about to say goodnight to her I heard the faintest snore.

A dick coma will do that to you.

I just kissed her forehead and not even five minutes later I was passed out next to her. The coconut smell from her damp hair had me feeling calm as ever and honestly it freaked me out a little bit.

I've never met someone who was able to have control over me like Esme does. She could easily just look at me a certain way and my knees would go weak for her.

She most definitely had me weak last night.

Even thinking about last night has a smirk appearing on my face. Everything about it doesn't even seem real.

I've had plenty of sex in my life but nothing could ever compare to what happened last night. I've never had anything like it.

Every time I had sex with some random whore, it was meaningless and quick. I would never even talk to the bitch again.

But with Esme, it's nothing like that. All I want is her. All the time. She has her hooks in me so deep and I never want them to come out.

I'll never forget how fucking beautiful she was last night. When she just stripped in front of me in the kitchen I was about to lose all my self-control.

Especially when she was standing in the middle of her room in that thin red lingerie thing. I just wanted to rip it off her but I couldn't help but take a second to appreciate her in it.

Just thinking about it is getting me hard as a fucking rock.

She's just perfect. Perfect for me and perfect in general.

She's my person, as fucking corny as it is to say.

I roll on my back to stare at the ceiling and just as I'm about to get up, I hear the faint sound of rock music playing downstairs.

"Dirty girl, getting down,
dance with guys from outta town
Grab her ass, acting tough,
mess with her, she'll fuck you up."

I just know she's down there dancing to this so it's my job to go investigate.

I jump out of bed and slide my boxers on making sure to tuck my cock in properly. I grab one of Esme's hair clips that she's forcing me to use and I twist my hair up to clamp it to the back of my head before heading downstairs.

The closer I get the louder the rock music gets and once I hit the last step and peer into the kitchen, a large grin is wiped on my face.

Esme is wearing one of my white tee shirts and she's at the stove flipping pancakes and making eggs and bacon.

She's bobbing her head up and down to the music and she's even starting to sway her body back and forth to the beat.

From what it looks like she only has my t-shirt on and just the thought of this has me starting to get hard again.