29 Story of Nikki Lindsey

CHAPTER 29: OUR GAME (ONE)

I heave a silent sighed. His warm hands ease my nervousness. Now my afflicted heart even becomes confused. I did not anticipate this, but it tickles me instead like a tiny bolt of electricity traveling in the course through my nerves to the very core of my being.

It must be because I focused on sensing my surroundings. Despite my fear, I am trying to pay attention to every slight movement he would do.

I stop shuddering, and he probably feels I calm down now.

As he was holding my hands, I froze when he placed a gentle kiss on my forehead.

What is he trying to do?

Now I was overwhelmed by how he was showing gentleness to me, but still, I sensed the danger gleaming at the back of my head.

I believe it was reasonable to feel the reluctance to submit to him. He is a stranger to me.

He now let go of my left hand, but I feel his fingers touch my skin, moving toward my shoulder. I jolt and gasp but quickly suppressing my breaths as he gently rubs my slender shoulder and my neck. Until now, my right hand is within his clasped, and my grip tightens, as I assumed when his fingers brushed past my neck.

I inhaled from my apprehension. 

I then feel his hand resting on the back of my neck to pull my head closer, and I want to guess what will happen next.

I've seen it in movies many times, and it happens in reality, right? But to someone like me, I have a quiet panic to be touched by someone I didn't know.

How could I know if this guy was younger, and it's not an older man?

Though his palm tells me he is not fat nor old already, how old is he? I —

My perception ends when I feel a mouth covering my lips. He's kissing me now! My brain freaks out.

It was tender. But I remained fixed, and I wanted to melt with embarrassment. He drew his lips away from mine.

Duh. Can I defend my innocence and raise a reason?

It's not my fault if I have never kissed! So, I don't know how to respond to him.

I bite my lip. I hope I disappoint him and change his mind, and realize I am useless to this point. I am willing to make a new agreement even to become his housemaid than being his bed partner.

I want to raise a voice, but one of several conditions, I must not talk during our lovemaking. Like raise a question at him or arguing with him. Other conditions: he won't speak when we are together. So, I must keep putting on the blindfold until he leaves, and I should just let him do his thing, making love.

This is total domination. I wish we could change our setting.

I'm lost with my thoughts again. When my mouth is claimed by him once more, I jerk and have to grab the sheets to take some strength. I wanted to push him away, but this is our arrangement.

And so I must set my attention to him.

I sighed. How tenderly, he brushes his lips to mine as if he is teaching me. I was ashamed. But he should feel honored that he is my first kiss and even my first man, my first sex, and would be the last.

How could I sleep with another man after I gave birth to his child? I know to myself, I better give all my life to raise my child instead.

In this way, I could also make mama happy, give her a grandchild, but forget to find a husband. That was my plan. In these passing days, this is what I've been thinking and the decision I made. 

I fell into deep thought one more time. When I came back to my senses, I felt his tongue attempt to open my mouth. Although it's useless, I still do open my eyes even with nothing I can see.

And as his kisses get fierce, it weakens me as I find myself imitating the way his mouth bestows me soft kisses. But more likely teasing me, so then, I open my mouth. 

It startled me when he carried me suddenly. I reached for something to hold on to, but only his chest I was able to touch as he gently placed me down into the middle of the bed. 

Holding my face by both of his hands, his kisses have become feverish while exploring inside mine; taunting my tongue by his, it persuaded me.

I was out of breath, and my hands reached for his shoulder. I could feel a solid muscled back, the same as what I sense with his grip.

But it didn't stay for long because he seized my hands and placed them above my head.

I then felt our fingers intertwine, and he let go of my face as I deliberately responded to his kisses. May my heart have more doubts remain, but he made me welcome his kisses.

And when he finally freed my mouth, I gasped for air. I just realized he tasted like wine. He must drink while waiting for me earlier. And aside from the wine, I could inhale his shower gel. 

Wearing the blindfold made me see nothing but taught me to use the best of my other senses and sharpen my perception.

Further, he places a kiss on top of my nose before his kisses lead to my ear down to my neck. His mouth planted tiny kisses to my shoulder blade back to my ear, which I fastened my grips on his palms as he bit it. I could feel his yearning and my ear as he punished. 

I gasp when he moves to my other shoulder before he covers my mouth again. This time, I find myself proud to respond to his kisses. 

I feel embarrassed, yet, what's the reason I was here lying down underneath him?

For the second time, or third? Including the first one, he once again takes me into the pleasure of being kissed.

And I was new to this feeling.