Chapter 6

MELISSA

The soft padding gently presses against the exposed skin of my stomach as I lie face down on the couch, giving it a good rub and making me gasp softly in satisfaction. His words still echo in my head and I feel the fear reverberating inside me again, nothing that happened yesterday was premeditated, but he was so serious and cold in the morning that I felt like the evil witch herself.

He said he wanted to talk to me, despite the battle I fought with myself in walking down those stairs and facing the sullen mountain of muscle, doing my part, I waited patiently and agonizingly as I watched him eat his breakfast, so slow and torturous for nothing. Every movement of that man took me closer to the heart attack and he didn't even look in my direction.

Crazy man!

Outside, it was already starting to get dark, boredom was dominating me more and more, and as in the previous hours I dedicated myself to thinking about that conversation and speculating on the possible course that things would take from now on, after the death of Dad and mum i moved into this house and learned to deal with the mood swings of aunt Solange and uncle Enzo's reserved side, despite having dealt with the loss very early on i was never a closed girl and my bond with Lorenzo has always been strong, ever since the first moment I saw him, when he was still just a little girl.

I exhale in frustration and run my hands over my face, staring at the closed office door since he locked himself in there shortly after coming in from the street.

“I can not wait anymore.” I go to the rustic door in brown tone, I position myself to knock and bring up subject, whatever it is.

I bite my lip to find courage.

I'll call him for dinner, Olga certainly left something ready in the fridge as she always does on Saturdays. I raise my left fist to bang against the door and get her attention, but give up midway through.

“ Idiot.” I mutter, deep down not knowing if the insult is meant for me or the man on the other side of the door.

I go back to the couch and try to think of something else, maybe I should ask to go back to boarding school. The sadness of thinking about leaving and being away from him makes me sick, I'm probably still fragile with all the events. I turn my vision to the door and the images of our kiss come back to torture me, it's not like I really regret it, in fact I would do it again if I could. The hot scenes that graced my dream last night surface in my head whenever I remember the kiss and make me red and alert, my whole body seems to react whenever I think of how your hands shamelessly roamed my naked body and your mouth kissed my pale skin hungrily in the right spots as his legs brushed against mine, his male, refreshing scent filling my lungs,

Heavens!

I feel my panties wet and I immediately guide my eyes on the door, I'm panting in excitement at the possibility of being caught in the act. I try to push the impure thoughts away by clapping my hands against my head, muttering under my breath how wrong this is, but my body reacts by ignoring my warnings and I have to rub my thighs together to relieve myself. I decide that staying there would be too risky and would worsen my relationship with Lorenzo.

I take off my shorts as soon as I close my bedroom door, I don't make sure if I really locked it with the key, but in any case there is no one else in the house but me and him, it's not like he's going to come up here right now and catch me. I climb into bed with the idea of ​​doing like the girlsold ones from boarding school and look for my hardest pillow and pile it up. I don't have the courage to face or touch my panties, because I can feel how wet they are. With my legs placed one on each side and sitting in the middle of the pillow, I begin to rub myself against it, with light and timid movements at first. I close my eyes and imagine it's Uncle Enzo's cock there and I thrust faster and harder, as if I were riding him for real, I feel the walls of my vagina tighten and I rub myself eagerly biting my lips with my teeth. So tasty.

I imagine how he must be and I start to roll in an even slower and more pleasurable way, with the memories of my dream reverberating like a movie in my mind, I end up letting out some moans.

“Uncle Enzo.” I groan, letting myself be carried away by the moment and screaming his name out loud a few times.

An unknown sensation invades me and I tighten my legs even more against the pillow breathing hard and without strength, I think I just came.