February 2, 2021: Cwtch

"Please go ahead and sit wherever you want. You can also help yourself in the kitchen. I will head to the kitchen once I've changed my clothes."

Thereupon seeing her nod, Konrad raised his right as the urge to touch her face came to him. However, an inch prior to contact, he retracted his hand and turned around.

This made Syn a tad ecstatic at the idea of teasing the man. Thus, even before he could walk a few more steps, she grabbed his hand, prompting Konrad to confront her once more. She proceeded to latch on to his tie, dragging it down to prompt the man to lower his head.

Partly closing her eyes, that were covetous and endearing, Syn challenged Konrad to a while of a staredown. The man was immediately captured by the sultriness of her gaze, sensing that they were penetrating his being. He couldn't help but think of how they would look the instant that lady was in his embrace.

Following a few seconds, Syn licked her lip, though her tongue nearly grazed Konrad's lips by a hair's breadth. Frustration overcame the man's rationality, so he discarded his self-restraint then and there. To his dismay, as he was about to inch further, the lady set him free.

Syn tilted her head to the side as she put a finger on her lip, seemingly curious of something.

"I was wondering where the kitchen was. Can you tell me?"

Hearing her voice, Konrad recovered from his temporary stupor. Subsequently, a laugh that revealed his amusement came out of his mouth, subsequently calling out the lady's query.

"Miss Rosenfeldt, our unit pretty much has the same layout. You could have been a little more creative with your excuse."

"Well, where's your answer, Sir Konrad?" Syn questioned him again as she took off her shoulder bag and coat. She then hanged the coat on her arm and merely clutched the handle of the bag.

As a response, Konrad wordlessly pointed toward the left side of the unit, directly to the farthest passageway from the entrance. With that, Syn began to make her way en route the kitchen.

All the same, a couple of steps in, Konrad dragged Syn back to their initial spot. Although he was known for his impassivity, it appeared to have been shut down in this occurrence. Without delay, he collided his lips with her's as they engaged in a ravenous kiss.

The lady let her belongings fall on the floor, her hands coming free. Latterly, Syn leaned her hand on the man's muscled chest as the other caressed started to comb through his hair. Meanwhile, he chose to trail massages in the lady's back, supporting her waist with the other hand.

Soon, Konrad tugged their bodies closer, and Syn responded by pulling his head to deepen their kiss.

During their deed, they did not break eye contact, not even for a millisecond. It pleased Konrad to see how her eyes gradually turned hazy from the ecstasy of their senseless kissing. He nibbled on her plump lower lip, something that he had been wanting to do the instant she teased him by biting it.

Every chance she got, Syn allowed her moans to escape out of her mouth. Even supposing that Konrad would let her breath once in a while, she couldn't hamper the urge to connect their lips in a hurry. This time, she wasn't able to keep her eyes open anymore, since she wanted to indulge at the moment.

Absent the intent of provocation, she fondled his lips to beg for entrance. Withal, Konrad continued to nip at her soft flesh. Now, his lips trailed to her neck, leaving a peck prior to lightly biting her exposed collar bone.

Once she felt his teeth digging through her skin, the stimuli assaulted her senses together with the growing wetness in between her legs.

"Hnn, S-sir Konrad, sto-stop..." She pleaded for his mercy, but she still tilted her head to give him the freedom to prey on the other side of her neck.

"Miss Rosenfeldt, you don't sound convincing." He said in between kisses, though he did stop shortly.

Konrad stared at Syn to see if she was satisfied that he halted what he was doing. Confirming his expectation, the lady merely replied with a suppressed cry, tears shimmering in her eyes as she took in the sight of his countenance.

"You told me to stop. Why do you look so disappointed?" Konrad whispered all the while clearing the loose strands of hair on her face, putting them at the back of her ears.

In silence, Syn intertwined both of their hands, bringing one up to the level of her mouth. Then, after brushing her lips against his palm, she nestled her cheek on it.

The instant that she met Konrad's gaze, she spoke, mustering the desperation that she was feeling in her voice, "Please, touch me more, Konrad."

"As you wish."

At that point, Konrad slowly pulled Syn's face towards his. Thereafter, they engrossed themselves in a sensuous make-out, as leisurely as possible for them to be able to savour every bit of their exchange. They helped theirselves into each other's embrace, refusing to waste even a second as they got lost in the moment.

As they parted, they allowed themselves to catch their breaths as they held their gazes. For a spell, the sound of their hearts beating hastily harmonized. It was the sole melody that could be heard in their little world.

Giving one last peck on her lips, he went ahead and carried the lady as if she was his bride. Syn quickly circled her arms around his neck, startled of the man's sudden action.

"Don't worry. I won't let you fall."

"Hmm, please hurry. I want you to take me, now." With her quivering voice, on the verge of breaking down, she begged for the man's mercy.

Her plea only increased the restlessness in him, making Konrad gulp as he felt the dryness of his throat.

"You're very impatient, Miss Rosenfeldt."

Ensuing his response, he commenced his saunter towards his bedroom, the place that would be the constant reminder of their infidelity.