Learning to Trust: New Life by B. B. Roman Page A

meaningful.
    "I thought I'd eat with you this morning," he said.
    It was actually very odd for him to be up here with me, but I appreciated it—and so I said nothing. We sat and ate together, sipping coffee and gobbling our respective plates of food. There was some pleasant small talk. Nothing too serious, however. I had just woken up, but who knew how long he had been up. I wasn't ready for anything serious, that was for sure. We finished, and by the time I realized what was going on, his curious fingers were already opening my robe and cupping my breasts.
    "Oh, Roland," I moaned as he fingered that sensitive flesh. By the time my breasts settled against my chest after he let them go, his fingers were already exploring the soft fur on my mound.
    He pushed me forward onto the bed, his hardness pressing into my thigh as his weight settled on me. His fingers gently stroked my clit, warming me up so he could do whatever he wished with me. My body immediately gave in to his advances—my panties would have been soaked if I had actually been wearing any.
    "Ah, Marisa, I've been thinking about you all morning. This beautiful, sweet body of yours." His lips found my nipples and began to suck as his fingers parted my moist folds. He was pressing up against my g-spot, his fingers grazing the smooth walls of my pussy as he went. I was already soaking wet and it was obvious that he wouldn't be able to resist much longer.
    Our robes covering our bodies like blankets, he positioned himself between my legs and eased his erection along my slit, teasing me as he brushed against my throbbing clit. Then, he parted me fully with his cock and was rocking his hips as soon as he entered me.
    " Oh god, Roland," I pleaded. He felt so big inside of me, my muscles hugging him tightly, fitting around this man I'd grown so fond of like a glove. His arms held my body against the bed as he fucked me, our feet occasionally bumping into the breakfast tray and causing a metal clanking sound. I had grown to love his cock so much, the way he lustfully pounded into me and still managed to hit all of the right spots.
    The fingers of his left hand clenched the soft flesh of my buttocks while his right hand intensely caressed my breasts. His expression grew more and more serious, his body following the animalistic urges I could see in his eyes. Roland was totally overtaking me, controlling my body with his pure sexual energy. The second his fingers made contact with my clit again, I lost it.
    "Yes!" I cried out, my fingernails digging into his back. I came hard, my chest heaving, my toes curled against the cold metal of the tray that still had somehow managed to remain on the bed. Roland's hips slapped his body against mine again and again, a low growl starting to form in his throat.
    He let out a moan that melted me from top to bottom, bringing my orgasm to a second peak. I felt that unmistakable feeling as his release shot into me, that first spurt always filling me with delight. My walls continued to clench around him, milking him, extracting every last drop. Had I not been coming as well, I probably would have been in pain from how hard he was holding me down.
    His orgasm seemed to continue for an abnormally long time. Maybe he just didn't want to stop thrusting—or maybe something else was on his mind. Sweat had stained his brow. Suddenly there was a loud crash downstairs that was followed by some shouting. The hairs on my body stood on end. "What was that?" I asked, my interest piqued.
    Roland promptly rose to his feet and swung the giant suite door closed. He responded like it was a basic human reflex.
    "I wanted to tell you," Roland said, "but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. It's my uncle. He suffers from dementia and they brought him here from the hospital for the morning. Sometimes he gets a bit...riled up."
    "Roland!" I said. "Why didn't you tell me?" There was another loud thud and a muffled bang that made me even more uncomfortable. I bit my