Always On My Bed (2)

I rushed to the street and hoped that a passing taxi would take me home quickly. It's not too late, at least it's still possible to just chat with Blake. Especially after a few days of not hearing from him. I ... yes, I kinda miss him.

I don't know what he was doing that made him not have time to give words, all of this frankly tortured me. Thinking about a man who doesn't seem to have the same feelings for you, of course, is very uncomfortable.

I was already in the taxi that was coming to take me home, and not long after, the vehicle I was traveling in had stopped right in front of my house.

From a distance, Blake was seen standing there, occasionally peeking at his watch and then his cell phone. He did not realize that I was now standing not far from him. He looks casual but trendy with a T-shirt and jeans as well as a blazer as an outer. Wow! He now knows how to please a woman's eyes.

I walked closer to him, half running. He—who seemed to hear the knock of my heels against the asphalt, then turned his head.

"Blake, I'm sorry I kept you waiting, hmmph—" As if he didn't want to let me finish, he immediately covered my lips with his. Blocking every word I had prepared for him. His hands pulled my hips closer.

I didn't stop it, because I didn't want to. I let him enjoy my lips to his satisfaction and let go. He closed our kiss with a light peck on the top of my nose.

"Oh ... I missed you so much," he said, after he managed to fill his chest cavity with as much air as he needed. So am I. Then he hugged me, buried his face in the crook of my neck and took a deep breath.

"Jenna? Why are you silent?" he asked, after moving my body away from him, looking into my eyes, looking at the expression on my face that still couldn't believe the welcome he gave. My face is red right now. Certainly.

"Uh, no. I'm just ... surprised. Have you been waiting for me that long?"

"No. About half an hour. Since I called you the first time." He smiled, as if he realized that I was ignoring the incoming call on my cell phone.

"Jeez! It's you? I'm sorry, Blake, I just ignored the incoming call. That's because I didn't know you were calling. I'm with Clara, after all."

"Oh ...." He nodded in understanding.

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I realize that we have just standing outside for long time, so I quickly opened the door and let him in. He—without being asked a second time, immediately sat on the sofa and made himself comfortable.

I handed him a glass of whiskey which he then placed on the table without taking a sip. I frowned at what he was doing.

"Aren't you going to drink first?" I asked. He just shook his head and then moved his body closer to me.

"Jenna, are you tired of waiting to hear from me? The past few days I've realized as if there's no time just to please myself. I even forgot to tell you, it's all because I'm busy. Are you looking forward to it?" the man asked. Even though he didn't explain anything, I could totally understand why. But if he doesn't contact at all, I don't know if it can be said to be reasonable.

Maybe because we don't have any relationship, he doesn't mind if he stays focused on his busy life or work. But my heart hurts to imagine if he was with another woman when he wasn't with me. Maybe his girlfriend or the girl he was dating. I never even asked about that.

Wait! Does this mean I have feelings for him again?

It's not really like that. What makes the most sense is that I still haven't forgotten my feelings for him. Maybe all this time it just settled in the bottom of my heart and reappeared when Blake came into my life again.

"Jenna? What are you thinking?" He waved his hand right in front of my face, bringing back my soul which for a moment had lost in my own imagination.

"Ah, yeah, sorry. What did you ask?" I asked, who actually heard what he asked, and still remember it. I just don't want to feel awkward when discussing past questions.

And he repeated the same question, "are you waiting to hear from me?"

"What should I say?" I turned the question to him. Did he think I wasn't waiting to hear from him? What kind of question is that? Did he just want to test me?

Hearing my response, he didn't answer but instead brought his face closer to mine. Landed a kiss on my lips, again. He bit me gently, it felt the same as when I had my first kiss with him. No, this time there was a greater sense of dominance. There was a strange tingle that occurred at that time, and now. Do I love him (again)?

Blake couldn't stand it, his lips were now down the crook of my neck. Take a sip and leave a mark there. Then move down again. His hands did not want to lose, took part in this game.

I let him give me what I wanted. Likewise I gave him what he wanted. Without compulsion. Letting his body get closer and close the distance between us. Only limited pieces of cloth that are still attached.

With this close, I could feel his body heat being transferred to me. The smell of cedarwood mixed with pheromones from his body wafted into my nostrils and awakened a long-held desire. His masculine side is now felt from every move he makes to me. Makes me seem to be shackled and resigned when pleasure for pleasure he presents to me.

Right now, I'm like a drunk person. Drunk at Blake's touch. A touch that is different and creates an extraordinary sensation, which I have never felt from any man. Makes me crave again and again.

Slowly he removed the piece of cloth that was attached to my body. Leaving it lying in any place, as well as himself who is now plain. Giving the opportunity for our skin to touch directly, rub against each other, causing a hormonal burst like an electric shock to the sense of touch which then infiltrates the core.

Touch after touch from me to him, and from him to me, unites us tonight. Sigh after sigh escaped our lips, enjoying the wonderful union. Until it ends with a mutual groan when the release arrives.

He took the blanket on the back of the sofa and covered me and his body. Then he took me in and snuggled in his arms until we fell asleep with a happy feeling.

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