The Landlord

twelve - ser

We keep smooching ourselves, forgetting the fact that we are in a public place. Brienne is so gentle that it took long until he roamed his hands over my body. Even if I'm lacking air, he is here to be my oxygen, kissing me like it's the end of the world tomorrow. After awhile, his hand reached my thigh and he starts to squeeze it.

"Oh, God..." he stops and breathes, "You wanna go to the restroom? Actually, not a literal restroom but yes...." he suddenly asks.

I did not respond. Instead, I followed him. He was holding my hand. He is like a daddy duck and I am his baby who is following him. We went inside the door behind the huge painting that I really like seeing. I didn't know that there is a door within it and I was very mesmerized. It was so dark so he immediately opened the lights. A room was caught of my eye. The elegance of the room was so captivating that no one would even know that it's a man's room.

"Wow" I said surprisingly, "This is yours?" I started to observe the room, there are more more beautiful paintings that I did not expect to see.

He nodded gracefully. "Those are mine. My works." he proudly said.

I gasped with an open eye, "You're kidding?! I mean—" I suddenly remembered that we went inside the room because we were making out. "I'm sorry, I'm just overwhelmed. I like arts, it's my life so...yeah." I took a heavy sigh with a matching smile.

"It's okay, darling. I actually really appreciate your reactions. It makes me think that I'm good at what I'm doing." he walked slowly towards me. "I want you to make me realize more that I am good at what I am doing."  he whispered in my ear. He gently grabbed my waist and then he starts to plant kisses on my neck.

I can totally feel my pleasure, yet I cannot prevent myself from thinking. The way he kisses me; I remember Larissa. On how she makes me weak and make me crave for her. On how she makes love to me like there's no tomorrow. On how she holds me like she doesn't want to let me go forever. I remember how I feel so safe in her arms.

I remember her. I remember Larissa.

They way she kisses my neck, proving me that she really wants me. On how the heat of her body attaches in me, giving shivers down to my spine. Her lips that are so soft to the point that I can already taste the shade of her lipstick—red strawberry. That's all I wanted to taste after that moment. I want her, I really do.

"Ugh, Larissa..." I moaned unconsciously.

He stopped kissing my neck, "What?" Brienne removes his grip after speaking. I closed my eyes as soon as I realized what I did. "I'm sorry, what is it?" he asked clueless.

I guess he didn't hear it. Hopefully.

"Ummm..." I held my forehead, "I...I—"

"Are you okay?" he worriedly asked, "I mean, no pressure. I am not forcing you with anything. I you don't want to do it then—"

"Stop talking." I said with authority which made him look at me seriously.

"Just tell me if you're uncomforta—"

"I said stop talking, Brienne." I said in a dead tone. I held his waist and let him sit in the couch. I sat on his lap and then I placed both of my arms on his shoulders.

I am just staring at him. Seeing what he would do.

I started to grind slowly....

"Ohh baby..." he wheezed desperately. "Are you sure you're okay? This is okay?" he asked again.

I rolled my eyes, "Would I let you touch me in the first place if I don't want this?" I tried to unbotton his white polo but he stopped me immediately. "I swear, it's okay."