Steamy Sessions: A Rosy Forbidden Collection

The kiss pulled me halfway to the surface, It was soft and weirdly familiar.

My eyes fluttered open and I saw my neighbor, the one from the elevator.

The one I had been fantasizing about before my mother interrupted.

Fuck.

She was here in my room, almost straddling me, and kissing me.

"What-what the fuck," I gasped, shoving myself up so fast my head spun. My palm hit the mattress hard, shoving myself away from her like she'd burned me. "What are you doing?!"

Her eyes widened, and hurt flickered across her face like a glitch she tried to hide.

"You were... screaming," she said, voice barely above a whisper. "You were having a nightmare, I heard you through the wall, I didn't know what to do."

"So you broke in?" I snapped, more panic than anger.

"No," she said quickly. "The door was open. I-I called out but you didn't answer and then you were thrashing and I-"

"And kissing me was your solution?" I demanded, even as something in my chest ached from the loss of her warmth.

She swallowed hard. "It wasn't like that."

I dragged a hand down my face, trying to calm the tremble in my fingers.

I wasn't even angry, not really. I was scared and embarrassed.

"You shouldn't be here," I muttered, looking anywhere but at her. "You shouldn't've seen me like that."

"I didn't mean to invade anything," she said, quiet now, gathering herself like she was bracing to be yelled at. "But I've had panic attacks. I know what it's like to wake up gasping for air, thinking you're still trapped. Sometimes you just... need to feel someone. Something. So I-I kissed you."

My first kiss, with this fucking hot neighbor and I can't fully remember it. Classic.

Guilt spread through me as she walked out the door but I couldn't say a thing to stop her.

She was just trying to help.

I shut my eyes close and the memory of the faded kiss came rushing, not just in my head but also my cock.

I need to apologize and maybe get a glimpse of her body again.

I knocked twice on her door with my heart in my throat, on the third knock the door creaked open and she came into view wearing just a short sleeping robe.

I could outline her hard nipples from just looking, they were poking and fuck I almost forgot why I came here.

"Uh, hi?" Her voice snapped my attention back to her.

"I'm sorry," I said, voice rough.

She blinked. "What?"

"For earlier," I said again, stepping back slightly so she didn't think I was crowding her. "I snapped at you when you were only trying to help, you didn't deserve that."

Her shoulders relaxed a little. "You were having a nightmare. I probably shouldn't've kissed you."

I gave a weak chuckle. "Yeah, well. Pretty sure that kiss pulled me out of the worst of it. So... thank you."

Her lips curved just a little, hesitant. "Do you... wanna come in?"

My cock jolted awake at her offer, I could say no rush back into my room and take a really cold shower or I could just walk in there a ogle at her all night.

She opened the door wider, the slight movement from her caused her robe to show bits of her thigh.

Ogling it is. She shut the door behind me and we stood there in silence.

I couldn't stop imagining her mouth wrapped around my cock, taking me deeper with each thrust.

How do guys hit on a woman?

"I don't even know your name," she said suddenly, a soft, slightly embarrassed laugh in her voice. "I mean I kissed you before I knew what to moan."

Did I hear clearly? She wanted to moan my name?

I smirked while playing it cool. "We could always start over."

She gave me a small smile, but there was something in her eyes I couldn't quite depict.

"Selene," she said, extending a hand like we weren't flirting a few seconds ago. "I'm Selene."

I took her hand, it was fucking soft and would fit perfectly jerking my cock off for me.

"Like the moon goddess," I murmured, almost without thinking.

Her brows lifted. "You know your mythology?"

"Not really," I said. "Just enough to know Selene drove the moon across the sky every night, fell in love with a mortal, and begged the gods to let him sleep forever so she could love him without him aging."

She blinked. "That's oddly specific."

I shrugged. "I liked the story."

Her fingers were still in mine.

"You?" she asked, voice low now. "What's your name ?"

I looked down at her.

"Zeke," I said finally. "Short for Ezekiel. But no one calls me that."

"Zeke," she repeated again, softly. "Nice to meet you."

Her voice lingered in the space between us, warm and teasing.

I cleared my throat, feeling way too aware of her body just a breath away. "That kiss, earlier..."

"It was my first, that was why I kind of panicked."

Something shifted in her expression. Her brows drew together just slightly-not out of pity, but curiosity.

"Your first ever?" she asked, stepping a little closer. "Like... first kiss, first?"

I nodded, one shoulder rising awkwardly. "Yeah. I-I guess I'm just not the type people look at like that. No one's ever really... wanted to."

Selene's eyes softened-then sparkled.

She laughed, warm and shocked, like I'd told her the sky wasn't blue. "Zeke, are you kidding me?"

I blinked. "Uh. No?"

She stepped right up to me, fingers brushing the edge of my shirt like it was nothing, like touching me was normal but my body didn't understand that. "You really didn't notice, did you?"

"Notice what?"

She grinned-this slow, sinful thing that made my heart stutter.

"That I've been plenty attracted to you since the second we met."

I wasn't hearing a thing, not with the way she was moving her hands across my body.

Her hands slid up my chest as she leaned in. "You're gorgeous, Zeke. Tall and quiet and broody as hell. I've had thoughts about you tonight."

"Thoughts," I repeated dumbly, because that was all my brain could process.

"Really nasty ones," she added with a wink.

If this were another dream, I don't want to wake up until I am balls deep in her pussy, fucking her senseless.

Selene pushed me lightly to the couch, stepping in between my knees and gently straddling me.

If she could feel my cock through my sweats, she didn't show it but I couldn't act like I didn't sense the heat coming from her.

Her robe shifted with the movement, slipping off her left shoulder and revealing a lot of her breasts.

"Zeke," she whispered, voice suddenly serious again. "Can I be your first of many?"

I opened my mouth but nothing came out.

Because how the hell was I supposed to respond to that?

My hands settled on her thighs without even thinking, palms warm against her bare skin.

"You don't have to say anything," she murmured. "I just... I want to show you what it feels like to be wanted."

"Selene," I said, voice cracking a little.

She leaned in until our noses brushed. Her lips hovered over mine, barely touching. Her robe slipped just a little more, and I could feel her body against mine like we were made for this.

She kissed me slowly, like she was teaching me how to enjoy it, like she wanted me to feel it in my soul.

Her lips moved against mine, slow at first, then firmer, deeper. She tasted like cheese and sweet and something I didn't know I craved until now.

I let out a noise somewhere between a gasp and a moan and her mouth curved into a smile against mine.

"Oh, sweetheart," she whispered, pulling back just enough to drag her thumb over my bottom lip. "You're so fucking responsive already."

I shivered. My hands gripped her thighs tighter, needing something to ground me.

She shifted in my lap, pressing down slowly, deliberately, and I felt her heat even through the thin fabric of her panties.

My breath stuttered. My cock throbbed against my sweats, straining toward her like it had a mind of its own.

"You've been neglected, haven't you?" she murmured, her tone turning low and knowing. "No wonder you flinched at a little kindness."

I didn't know what to say. I just stared up at her, jaw tight, heart pounding.

"Don't worry," she cooed. "I know what you need."

Her robe slipped off completely, pooling around her hips. She was bare underneath except for the lace that barely counted as underwear. My mouth went dry.

If I thought she was hot clothed, she looked even more heavenly naked.

She leaned in, nipping my bottom lip this time. "But I don't do sweet and slow. I am rough and wild. Can you handle that, pretty boy?"

I didn't understand jack she said and God help me, I nodded.

"Words, Zeke."

"Yes," I rasped. "I can handle it."

Her smile turned feral.

"Good."

In a blur, she pushed me back until I was flat on the couch.

She straddled my hips, pinning me down with her thighs. One hand wrapped around my neck and the other slipped under my chest, her nails digging into my skin as she trails it up my chest.

I gasped, why did the pain feel good?

"You're mine tonight," she said, voice like velvet and fire. "And I'm going to make you feel everything you've ever been denied."

I moaned, needing to feel some kind of friction from her, she clicked her tongue. "Ah-ah. You don't move unless I tell you to."

"Okay," I whispered. "Yes, Selene."

She slapped my cheek-light, playful-but it rocked me.

"That's Goddess to you, baby."

And holy fuck.

My cock twitched hard at that. My whole body lit up like I'd been struck by lightning.

"Oh... I'm going to have fun ruining you."