Emara Stone

I can feel my heart jumping inside my ribcage. My heartbeats are loud enough to be heard without a stethoscope. I keep my hand on my throbbing chest, close my mouth and take deep breathe from my nostrils. I look around and see familiar paintings on walls, clothes on floor, cupboard overflowing with books, desk with empty coke bottles.

Phew! Everything is normal. It's my room.

What was I even dreaming about, I try to recall. I can feel my forehead is dripping in sweat, my white T shirt is now sticking to my skin. I get up from my bed and walk to the bathroom.

I switch on the light which was a bad move as it partially blind me and I had to blink hundred times to adjust my eye sight with the light. I stand in front of the wash basin then open the tap to splash cold water on my face. I look up in mirror and suddenly all the air I had accumulate in me from my childhood releases as I see similar whiskey brown color eyes staring at me through mirror.

I see Ryan standing behind me with same angry look he have 24/7. He is standing very close to me exactly behind me making me look like a sandwich between Ryan and the mirror. He moves his arm in front of me, before I could speak anything he grabs my neck in a strong grip that a gasp escapes from my mouth.

My hand reaches to hold his hand which is grabbing my neck but he doesn't lose his grip. His eyes are directly looking at mine through the mirror which is making my knees weak and panties wet.

I see his face is getting close to mine, he opens his mouth which I thought to speak but instead I feel his tongue on my left cheek licking small water droplets. The only thing I can hear is my breath mixed with my heartbeats.

His tongue is making patterns on my skin which is making me horny AF. I try to speak but his grip on my neck tightens a little showing who is in control of whom. I stand there watching him do Picasso art on my skin.

His chest is pressing my back which is making my body to press more into the wash basin in front of me. The friction between the basin and my lower abdomen is adding another hit of pleasure to my core.

Suddenly the licking stops and the grip of his hand on my neck loses. I look at him through mirror and see his eyes on my T shirt. More precisely on my breast. I follow his eyes and see my T shirt is sticking to my breast, I didn't wear any bra which makes my hard nipples easily visible through my thin T shirt.

I feel his other hand on my stomach, my eyes immediately follow his hands which disappears inside my T-shirt. I can feel his hand cupping my left breast and slightly squeezing it. I hear a hmmm near my ear which made me look up at him.

"Wh- wha-t are-e you-ou doin Ryan-n?" I notice I stammer miserably and shut my lips instantly as his eyes meet mine. He licks his lips while looking at me which made my confidence level go in minus. He smiles enjoying me shiver under his touch.

"Touching you." He says while looking straight at me through the mirror. His grip on my neck loses completely and grabs my right breast and squeeze it hard. I see his one hand inside my T-shirt and other above T-shirt grabbing my breasts. He kisses below my ear, then my jawline all the way to my shoulder. "Kissing you." He bends his head inside my neck's crook and licks it, still not leaving the eye contact he licks it till my jawline looking straight at me through the mirror. "Licking you." His voice sounds so husky and rough which is turning me the fuck on. I bite my lips to suppress any sound which is originating in my throat. "Biting you" his eyes never leave mine while he takes my flesh of shoulder between his upper and lower teeth. I feel him licking my skin which is in-between his teeth and bites it harder which made me close my eyes and moan. This is torture. Pure torture.

"Open your eyes." I feel something pat on my lower abdomen close to my core. I immediately open my eyes and see his large hands above my core, rubbing his fingers above my sex. I notice his fingers are long and thick which made me gulp the saliva I had in my mouth. "I want you to see." His rough voice gets my attention and I again look up to meet his eyes. His whiskey brown eyes are fixed on my eyes. But the movement of his hand catches my attention which is now on the band of my shorts slowly entering inside. I suddenly suck oxygen, a lot of it.

"To see what I am doing to you." He says in a very low voice close to my ear while I watch his hand disappear inside my shorts and touching my sex now directly.

"I knew it." He chuckles kissing my neck and licking it afterwards. I start to panic as I remember I am suppose to be a guy. Ryan know me as Ethan. "Wh- wha-t ?" I ask though I fail to speak as he is rubbing his fingers up and down my clitoris which is making me shiver. I can feel him smiling on my shoulder in between kisses."That you are so fucking wet." He says in a rough low tone looking at me through the mirror which I bet made me more wet. I feel his fingers further down and poking in a teasing way to enter inside me.

I shake my head furiously to tell him not to do but all I hear is his laugh. I feel his leg in between my legs spreading them, opening wide for his fingers. I feel his one finger enter inside me which made me gasp then moan as he start to move his finger in and out. His hand feels really warm which is increasing my temperature down there. I feel his leg pushing my leg further spreading my legs. I feel his another finger entering inside me which made me scream his name in pleasure. I hear his chuckles as he says "So she can speak without shuttering." I bite my lips to suppress another moan.

"Let's see if you can take another finger." He says while I feel him withdraw his two fingers and ready to enter all three together. I panic so hard which made me fall from my bed and land on the floor.

My throat feels dry and my heart is beating fast enough to jump out of my chest anytime. I look around and see paintings on walls, Ethan's clothes which I wore last time in office on chair, books stuffed in cupboard, trash cans on my desk.

This is my room. Fuck! it was a dream.

Relief rush to my bones. I clear the sweat on my head with my T-shirt. I get up from the floor, I look outside it's still dark. I notice the discomfort in my lower abdomen and wetness between my legs. I feel a little pain there.

Now I doubt it was a dream or really it happened.

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Hellozzzzz

This is my first time writing smut. I didn't write it in details but next time I definitely will ;)

Also I did lots of research before writing it down. Please let me know how you liked it.

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