Forbidden Cravings-Chapter 286: The Dull Morning ll

The shower was running hot, almost too hot, steam filling the small bathroom and fogging the mirror. I stood under the spray with my eyes closed, letting the water hit my face and chest, trying to wash away the cold that had nothing to do with temperature. My skin turned pink, but the memory of blood and silence still clung to me like a second skin.

I don’t even remember falling back asleep in Elizabeth’s arms. One minute I was shaking against her chest, the next the room was bright and the clock on the wall read almost eight. I’d slipped out of bed quietly, not wanting to wake her or Clara, and headed straight for the bathroom. The water helped a little, but not enough.

*Clack.* I turned the shower off and stepped out, the tiles cool under my feet. I rubbed my hair dry with a towel, then wrapped it around my waist and pulled on a plain black t-shirt. The morning light coming through the bedroom window was warm and golden now, nothing like the cold grey from earlier.

On the bed, Elizabeth let out a long, sleepy yawn. "Umm... awwww..." She stretched her arms high above her head, back arching, the sheet slipping down to her waist. Her dark hair was a wild mess across the pillow.

"Good morning," I said, managing a small smile as I leaned against the doorframe.

"Good morning, Ezra," she answered, voice still husky. She rubbed her eyes with the heels of her hands like a kid, then blinked at me. "You look like you didn’t sleep a wink after that nightmare."

"Yeah... hehe," I laughed weakly, scratching the back of my neck. "Pretty much."

Elizabeth gave me a soft, understanding smile and climbed out of bed. Her naked smooth body exposed as she sexily walked to and grabbed the silky nightgown from the chair, slipped it over her shoulders, and tied it loosely at the waist. The fabric clung to her curves as she padded across the room, bare feet quiet on the hardwood. Her big boobs barely managing to hold there, her long open cleavage exposed.

She stopped right in front of me, reached up, and gently turned my face toward hers. Her hands were warm on my cheeks, thumbs brushing just under my eyes where the shadows still sat. One strand of hair had fallen across her face, half-covering her left eye. We just looked at each other for a few long seconds, the room quiet except for the soft hum of the city waking up outside. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

"There was a time," she said quietly, "when I used to get nightmares so bad I’d be scared to close my eyes. But listen to me, okay?" She brushed that stray hair back and held my gaze. "It was just your imagination running wild. Nothing more. That horrible stuff? It didn’t happen. It’s not real. You’re here. We’re here. Everything’s okay."

I swallowed hard, the lump in my throat easing just a little. "I know... it just felt so real."

"I get it," she whispered, pulling me into a soft hug, her cheek against my t-shirt. "But it’s over now and let’s make sure you are forgetting it."

I let my arms wrap around her, breathing in the warm scent of sleep and her skin, and nodded against her shoulder. "Okay," I said, voice small but steadier.

"Thank you, Elizabeth," I said again, softer this time, the smile feeling a little more real.

"You’re welcome, sweetheart," shewhispered, and then her lips were on mine.

The kiss started gentle just a brush, a comfort), but it didn’t stay that way. Her mouth opened, warm and slow, and I couldn’t help answering. My hands found her waist, fingers sliding over the silky gown, then under it, pulling her in until her body pressed flush against mine. Her breasts were soft and warm against my chest, nipples already hard through the thin fabric. My back hit the wall with a quiet thud, and I didn’t care. I just squeezed her closer, palms dropping to grope her ass, kneading gently. She let out the tiniest moan into my mouth, and the sound went straight through me.

"Ahhm..." She pulled back just enough to breathe, cheeks pink, eyes dark and playful. The gown slipped farther down her arms, baring both breasts completely. Sunlight painted soft gold across her skin, and I couldn’t look away. "Let me comfort you one last time before you go," she said, voice low and husky.

I swallowed hard. "Sure..."

Elizabeth’s smile turned wicked. She dropped to her knees right there on the soft bedroom rug, fingers already tugged everything down in one smooth motion—towel and underwear—until they pooled at my feet. Cool air hit me first, then her warm breath.

"There, there..." she teased, wrapping her fingers around my dick. I was already half-hard from the kiss, but the second her hand touched me I went fully stiff. She gave a slow stroke, thumb circling the tip, spreading the bead of wetness there. "Someone’s getting hard already."

"All thanks to you," I managed, voice rough, grinning down at her.

"Hehe..." She giggled, the sound soft and dirty at the same time. She leaned in and pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the tip of my dick, tongue flicking out just once. My hips jerked without permission.

"Ahhmm..." The gasp tore out of me. My head fell back against the wall with a soft thump.

Elizabeth looked up, hair falling over one shoulder, morning light catching in her eyes. She stroked me again, slow and firm, base to tip, twisting gently at the top. "Better?" she asked, lips brushing the sensitive skin with every word.

"So much better," I breathed, one hand dropping to thread fingers through her hair, not pushing, just needing to touch.

She smiled real, warm, a little proud, then leaned forward again, pressing another soft kiss right on the tip before wrapping her lips around me fully, taking me slow and deep. The room filled with quiet, wet sounds and my ragged breathing while the sun climbed higher outside and Clara slept on, completely unaware, and every shadow the nightmare left behind melted away under Elizabeth’s warm, perfect mouth that sucked my dick so nicely.