He looked up, having applied medicine to my wound, pulled my other hand to his cheek and said, "whoever you want me to be." nuzzling into my palm.
I gulped, my skin tingling with increasing heat. "Did you – cry?"
"Yes." He looked down, released my palm and wrapped his arms around my legs, nuzzling his cheek onto my thighs. "You should have come sooner."
I looked away, heaving. That sentence was a shot straight to my heart, jolts were spasming through me. I felt my ears heating up and my body itching.
I stood up and went to the window. Sliding the curtain open, I breathed out of the closed glass window, imagining the fresh air wheezing towards me.
My mind was thumping. Tingles around my waist.
I looked down, his hands were sliding around my waist, weight pressing against my back. Slightly, I turned my head around and saw his face sit on my neck. He was looming over me.
His warm breaths against my neck drew my mind in a daze. I turned to the window, and breathed heavily, closing my eyes.
His lips tenderly touched my neck, flutters ran down to my waist. Soft kisses, nibbles and grazes of his lips slithered up to my earlobe. My chest slightly tightened, my breathes struggling to seep out.
A spasm through my mind.
If this is a dream, I should not resist it. I didn't think I could have.
Slowly, my body leaned against his chest, and I grasped the back of his hands on my stomach.
A deep exhale escaped my mouth. I collected my posture and turned around. He was gazing at me with glimmering, deep eyes.
I cupped his cheek and he instantly melted, closing his eyes and nuzzling his cheek to my palm. He grasped my knuckles, opened his eyes and pleaded, "command your desire."
A shiver coursed down my body. I gulped, breathing, shallow, turned towards the bed bench, my palm still on his cheek and stepped backwards. He stepped with me, his eyes fluttering, his hand onto mine, unfazed.
Our eyes locked under a tender invisible string. I stopped. His eyes flickered. I softly released my palm from his cheek, my heart thudding in my chest. His hand remained in the air like fog, still holding onto the hope of never disappearing.
I sat on the bed bench. He watched as he let his hand down, his eyes fluttering, his jaw softly clenching, his chest heaving and his throat gulping down, hard.
I still couldn't see him perfectly, the lights on the ceiling were painfully unreliable. "I want to see you clearly." I said.
He flinched, blinked hard and quickly moved, towards the door.
Snap. A brighter light, – red— illuminated in the whole room. There he was. Perfectly visible, sharp yet tender.
My pulse increased. I blinked away, my breaths unsteady. He pivoted to his knees. My eyes bolted to him. Gazing tenderly in my eyes he placed his hands on his thighs and said, "what should I do now?"
My throat dried up. I gulped, just staring at him.
My mind rushed, but nothing came out of my mouth. Suddenly, he grasped my foot. I flinched.
"Your feet always hurt when you wear these heels." He said as he gently removed my heel. How did he know that?
He removed the other one as well. Then, slightly lifted my foot, kissing a little up my ankle. I yanked my foot. "Don't —it's dirty."
"Don't you ever say that again." He grasped my other foot and planted it on his chest, massaging it with his hands. "Everything about you is – perfect." He stood up, mounting over me and slowly began inclining over me.
My body leaned back into the bed, my eyes staring from his face, down to his throat, his collarbone and then his chest peeking from his shirt.
His weight pressed against me, his chest above my stomach, his chin against my chest, his eyes glittering. My breaths hitches, I clutched onto the bedsheet, my toes curling.
After that longest minute of quiet stare, he snuck his face into my neck. At first, warm breaths struck my skin on fire, then soft nuzzles sent tingles into my stomach.
My body burned, my chest heaving under his. He began kissing my neck. Sweet daze clouded my mind. He was so tender, so experienced. He knew exactly where I felt good.
Suddenly, he nipped into my skin, his hands wrapping at the seams of my neck. A rush fumed in my chest, a knot formed in my stomach. My hands moved — pressed against his chest.
He continued, biting, kissing and licking. The rush strengthened in me. I slightly pushed his chest, but he didn't budge.
He continued, as if his mind just couldn't register what I was doing. I continued, trying to push him off, and when he didn't budge, as if lost, I gave a final hard push, slapped him and grasped his throat onto the bed, shifting on his abdomen. Looking down at him, my chest bruning and fuming, I just breathed heavily.
Suddenly, he began laughing, caressing his struck cheek. "Here you are."
My eyes fluttered, my fingers loosening around his throat. "You just needed a reminder who you are and what you want." He said, squeezing my fingers around his throat, his eyes softening once again, his chest heaving. "Now, please will you command me and let me be useful to you?"
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I think I'm not going to add this part. This is an initial draft, but as I'm editing, the story is changing a lot. I might edit out a lot from this. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this.
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