Neither the coolness of his hand that brushed against my skin nor the breath he blew on my ears were able to neutralise the warmth of my body. If any, it made my body even warmer as blood pumped its way circulating around my body. Cheeks flushed, ears hot by the touch and groin, embarrassingly so, dripping.
I squirmed underneath his touches, unsure of my desire to be touched more or worried I might get caught with lust.
"You're warm," he stated. Yet, I swore by the tone of his voice I felt it carried a hint of tease more than it carried concern.
Despite his statement, he did not rush to call a nurse as I would assume he would like most main characters of a movie portrayed to be. Instead, he cupped my face with his rather cold hand, intending to cool me down. At least that was what I thought he was doing until his action caught me off guard!
His index finger that rested nicely below my earlobe was behaving rather cheeky. The slight pinches he did right before his finger left a sensual trace running down from my ear to my neck, awakening the wild in me that I never realised I harbour for him.
"Do you want me to stop?" His mischievous grin reflected dangerously on his face as the teasing finger made its move towards my arms, sending dangerous sparks as he slid up and down.
I was embarrassed beyond imagination! I wanted to say yes because that seemed to be the safest answer. But I was not able to word it out! Every inch of my body was screaming no! It longs for his touches, to be spoiled in his embrace and to be pampered with his love.
In between my internal struggle, my delayed response alone gives out a very clear message - a betrayal hiding behind hesitation.
Thankfully, or rather unfortunately, there was a soft knock from the door, disrupting our little moment. My body immediately stiffened and my eyes shut tight. I heard the door slide open and shut but that was it. No footsteps and no sounds whatsoever.
"She left," he whispered with a tone so mischievous that matched his eventual action. It felt intentional when he chose to whisper so close to my ear, allowing those unimaginable lips to graze my ear. In a heart beat, my hands swiftly covered my ears and the betrayed smile that is fortunately well-hidden under my arms carved upon my face.
Did I like it? You bet I do! I was already THIS close to desperately eating this man up for sure. But after all what had happened between us, do I want him to know? Noooooo! My ego has and always will be, far greater than my lust.
Except I forgot to take into account his unpredictable move.
"It's been a while since we shared a bed this intimate," he hushed while tugging my arm away from my face, making me drown in his brown eyes. He stroked my face gently. His eyes brimming with affection and sadness when he said, "I have truly missed you, Maisie."
Every single moment felt perfect but my heart was fighting it so hard. It was only a couple of days ago I was arguing terribly with this man and I deemed him as a suspicious stranger who I unashamedly abused with my words to have things my way. And now, it was as though my body remembers every single thing about him despite the lack of memory.
Before I knew it, my body had taken over and I dove straight to his lips. It was meant to be a quick meaningful kiss but when he returned my kisses, gentleness had jumped out of the window. Fiery and passionate took over as we devoured each others' lips.
When his sneaky tongue tried to cross the boundary, I sucked it in, giving him consent. Oh how my tongue yearned for his while our hands cheekily ran through each others' back, enjoying our skin to skin contact. Once in a while we resurfaced to catch our breaths but it did not bother us. We only giggled at our silliness as we stared deeply into one another before resuming to explore the back of each others' mouth. Despite the times flying by, the kisses were never enough.
We indulged ourselves in the moment, savouring every single bit. Perhaps his reasons were different from mine considering how much he had missed me but I could not find an explanation for my action. All I knew was that everything felt right. It was as though he was the missing piece I had been searching for and to be honest, I could not fathom why and right at that moment, I did not want to find out.
From one moment to another, he had taken rein of the intimacy every single time I signaled my consent. Not one or twice did he ask for confirmation, but multiple times! Even when he was on top of me, he asked if I was alright. Fool! Why would I reject his advances when his hard-on kept on grinding against my crotch as we kissed? If I was pantless, I would have already rode him!
But he knew that. Of course he knew that! It was such an obvious consent gesture! Even with my pants on, my legs were already wrapping around his waist as our passionate making out session. We were rocking the bed so hard, I was glad the bed stopper was strong enough to prevent the bed from rolling away!
Oh please, Edmund! For the sake of love, undress me already!!!