Chapter 6.

His heart thumped an electric beat, scorching my palm. His eyes beamed with dread as his grasp trembled, holding mine.

I was no different at all. "What are you talking about? I don't understand!" I boomed. My tone shuddered with demand in it as I jerked my hand away, glaring at his nervous eyes.

He replied in silence to my question. It discouraged me.

"I think I should go," I declared, rushing to stand, but he hoicked my face closer, holding my face in his palms, and hastily planted his stiff lips on mine.

I could not process the occurrence in front of me. My eyes popped out and my hands stiffened on the warm ground as his lips played with mine, stroking my cheeks with his tender touch.

He was sloppy and gentle. He pecked and kissed my lips, crafting a zeal between us, as he delicately started declining the space between us.

Then he gingerly parted his lips from mine, still fondling my face in his hands, breathing an inch away from my lips as he shyly swung his eyes to the ground. While I was in a judder.

A few buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, exposing his gleaming pale skin. I watched him puff up his chest and snivel as his fingers departed my skin and extended to my hand on the warm ground. He softly stroked the dorsal side of my hand as his other hand reallocated on the warm ground as well.

I serenely heard his wheezy tone create words. "Your hands. They are always so cold."

Did he notice it?

He soundlessly sat in front of my eyes, gazing at my hand as he swiftly led it to his chest, bare this time.

I watched him close his eyes at my touch as he pressed my palm to the softness of his chest. And he gasped, "They are colder than I imagined."

His words almost sounded like a moan, raising my heartbeat.

I could not believe he was the same guy I met just a few days ago. He was so much more than I had anticipated. He was cold yet balmy. He was serene, yet bashful.

He then carefully pulled off his white shirt, with its button still buttoned up as his eyes looked directly at mine.

I regarded his palm as wriggling to touch my face again. Which stunned me. He had just touched me without hesitation, and now he was trembling.

"Who are you?" I could not help but utter the same question once again. But this time, I grasped his face and softly planted my lips against his.

Only then I learned how tactless he was at kissing. He tried to look experienced. But his lips moved inaptly. Although, his tongue recognized exactly what to do.

It was like he was liquifying in my mouth, sweet like candy and warm as a blazing fire. His skin felt tender in my palms, his lips like a competent consort.

He was kissing me back. With the same passion. How come I ended up like that?

My worries had disappeared from my mind. All I could hear was his breaths. All I could inhale was his scent and all I could think was him.

Swiftly I started separating my lips from his sloppy lips, feeling him seize my hands over his face as I watched him hide his eyes on the ground from me.

His face had turned red. His lips were not dry anymore.

They were wet and plump.

I always imagined his lips were like petals. So soft when touched and dry when left alone.

Reckoning him being so shy, I tenderly kissed his forehead, dragging my fingers from his face to the nape of his neck and then leisurely increasing towards his chest.

His supple skin mellowed under my touch. I felt him thawing and quiver and puff up his chest more to me as I softly brushed his pink nipples with the tip of my fingers.

It was like he was allowing me to do whatever I wished. It was like he was relishing my touch on his skin. It was all written on his face. Yet he was still hiding his eyes from me.

Beautiful. I thought. Has he never been touched before? Because his expressions were more than exquisite. He reacted to every single touch I planted on him. In more than a beautiful and provoking way.

He could make anyone weak for him.

I watched him clench his jaw and tilt his head to the right side as he cracked a moan when I softly pinched his nipples. It made me realize that he was sensitive there.

He was making me ache for more. I wanted to see more. I wanted to know how else could he react to my touch.

Thus, I drew my hands down to his abdomen, leaning my lips closer to his nipples as I regarded him flinch and bite his lips when I softly breathed warmth on his pink-hued nipples.

Then I slurped and licked his nipples one by one, rubbing them with my thumbs in between as I watched him shift his hands on the sand, balancing himself.

The moon was definitely his friend. It was shining brightly on his skin, gleaming his beauty.

I didn't recognize when my teeth went out of my control and bit his nipple a bit harder. "Are you okay?" I rapidly inquired concerning him wince from the pain.

He faintly shifted his glance at me, shy and shuddering as he nodded. "Yes."

"Do you wish me to stop?" I required his words to continue.

"No, keep doing it." He quickly stated with his trembling tone as I added further, "I don't want to hurt you."

I was so sure that it was his first time, thus I wished to be very careful.

"It hurts. But it hurts good. I like it." He stated, shy, more than ever. Did he have any idea what was he saying? I thought.

"You should not say things like this," I responded, tenderly smothering my face in his chest as I breathed his scent, grasping onto his shoulders.

"Why?" He breathed out.

"These words play with my sanity." I gazed at him as I dragged my tongue from his chest to his abdomen, relishing his gentle skin with kisses as he gasped at my actions.

He could barely look at me when I drew my lips closer to his lips again, softly drawing my lips on his neck as he breathed out, "Does it mean you're not sane?"

"Did you not realize it yet?" I boomed, softly nipping his neck.

"I cannot think of such a thing." He responded, still following my lips as he added, "How can someone kind-hearted and gentle like you can ever be insane?"

Once again, I was sucking his nipples as I responded, "I can change your mind." I bit his nipples. This time a bit rough, drawing his melancholy moans out.

He bit into his hand as he watched me grow wilder on his nipples.

I might have surprised him with my actions and my gaze, but he looked angelic. His moans, his body, and his reactions. They were pure bliss in my eyes.

He was muffling his noises, losing his control, and letting out his moans, stopping my actions. "I think your point of view will change if I continue like this."

"I'm sorry. I hurt you." I added, tenderly pecking his nipples, as he flinched every time. "We should stop."

He quickly clutched my slipping hands on his breast and asked. "Why?"

"Is it not your first time?" His eyes accepted my words as truth as they fluttered. "Your first time should be just like you. Pure and gentle."

"You care about me?" He responded, kissing my mouth as he straddled over me.

I was astonished at his actions. From what I had learned in these few moments, he was acting all different once again.

"I don't want us to stop." He added, swiftly kissing my neck. He was not sure what to do, but he was willing.

"But we must."

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