Obsession | winrina

2. First kiss

I was sleeping and the door squeaked open startled me. It was that buff dude from earlier, he pointed at the bathroom, probably telling me to go shower. Before I could ask, he already shut the door. I knew better than to do otherwise of what I was instructed, I took my liberty to.

The bathroom was lavish, glass screens and mirrors, a toilet, shower cubicle, counter and a tub were there. I didn't think much, I shampooed and scrubbed myself clean. Normally, I take about an hour and I'm sure I took that amount of time. Wearing a white buttoned up shirt and a pair of shorts, I read a book from the shelves, trying to distract myself from further thoughts saying 'I'm about to die real soon', brutally at that.
Really, I should be afraid, screaming my lungs out, devising a plan to escape, but here I am, calm as hell. I must've lost it, but trying to run away and go back to a place I don't even have family or friends with made me realize that staying here makes nothing different.

I'm still alone, trying to survive this world by myself.
He comes back on the door with a blindfold in his hand.

My sight was robbed again. I felt him put his hand on my back, urging me to move. I was actually surprised I wasn't tied up this time. I can't run anvway, considering how big he is.

My body tensed as soon as I pick up her voice, speaking that damned language again. I then felt her familiar hands on mine, pulling me forward a few steps and guided me down to a chair. When I was sitting, her hands did not leave mine, her thumb pressing circles on the back of my hand made me shiver in a way I could not explain, but it felt good.

"Good morning, Minjeongie. Had a good rest?" Finally, something I could understand. However, the tension I felt didn't disappear. I gulped, nodding in response.
My body froze when both my hands were overlapped with someone else's as a soft pair of lips, gentle and sensual, moved along the exposed skin on the base of my neck.

The sensation traced up to a particular spot, I felt warmth, moist, and I wasn't able to stop myself from gasping. My hands gripped tightly on the piece of wood where they lied. I failed to notice my head slowly and gradually leaning backwards, my breathing became heavier every second.

Would you have blamed me to react this way when to be honest, I have never felt anything like that in my life?

When the sensation stopped, I turned my head almost 90 degrees to my right where she did her work. I was about to question her actions, but I couldn't with the same pair of lips are on mine. I let out a moan all of a sudden and I could feel her smile through the kiss. Her lips nibbled mine, subtle but sweet. She pulled away. I reached out, my lips seeking hers as I panted with shallow breaths.

I wanted more.

I realized I was foolish and shut my mouth, quietly grumbling in desperation. She felt my discontentment, her fingers left mine and cupped my face before attaching her lips once again. It was slow, but this time, her hunger was evident and so is mine. My head shifted in her kiss, craving more of her exotic taste, she introduces her tongue, and I gladly parted my lips. I savored her lips, her tongue, her saliva, swallowing all of what I can have. I felt a weight on my lap and splatted fingers above my chest, knowing she sat on me. I was unsure, risky maybe, but my hands touched her waist covered in silk fabric. She let me stroke whatever I could but I didn't dare do anything more than inappropriate like I already have.

Oh Lord, she's so good at this I could feel pain in my restrained pants.

Her hands fell on my shoulders, she gradually abandoned my lips but I tugged her lower lip with a tender suck for the last time. I licked the sweet flavor that lingered while I was catching my breath. My face was flushed but I did not hide that fact although I was ashamed for being so desperate and needy in front of a woman I barely know and met in less than a day. All I know is her voice, her scent, her touch, her lips, the curves of her waist.

A finger brushed my wet lips, "I didn't expect you to be this needy." She chuckled softly. "I like it."

I've kissed girls in my life but never have I desired, not as much as this. I could barely contain my impatience in longing more of her touch, but I endured, I tried despite the tent that had built up from my lower half.
Maybe it's the blindfold's fault for heightening my carnal senses.

Her weight shifted from my lap for a moment but not leaving. "Say ahh." She said, and I opened my mouth.
Something soft was put in mouth and I chewed hesitatingly. It tasted like pancakes with a hint of maple syrup.

"Good?" She asked me. I hummed in approval and fed me some more.

In between the service I received, I heard her eating as well. We probably ate from the same dish and the same fork. When we were done, she put the plate down and handed me water to drink. Afterwards, she put her arm around my shoulder and a hand right above my heart while leaving a peck on my lips. Her head then nuzzles on the crook of my neck with her lips trailing butterfly kisses on my jaw down to my Adam's apple before settling herself. I dared once more to feel her body, wrapping my arm around her waist and my free hand stayed on the recliner. She didn't protest yet again.

"Kiss me." It was an order she demanded from me and I obliged. I'm not aware of where her lips are, so I blindly lifted my palm to search for her face. I got to feel her jaw and guided her face towards mine, our noses brushing against each other. Her left hand went to my nape while the other gripped my hair as we fell into another blissful interaction. I initiated to kiss her with vigor but she returned it back with more force. She sucked my tongue that explored the wet cavern, memorizing every part of me.

I couldn't hold myself any more, my hands moved on her back and down to her plump bottom. She moaned as I squeezed it a bit, my groin clenched in pain. Even more so when she started grinding herself on me, right where the point of my pain is, my cock. I groaned in both pain and pleasure whilst my mouth moving on hers. She soon left my lips and proceeded to nibble and lick my outer earlobe wet. Her hold around my neck tightens as her dry-humps on me quicken, her hips moving faster on every second accompanied by soft moans next to my ear that steadily increased audibly. My hands traveled underneath the silk she was wearing. Though softer, I moaned once, and then twice, I stopped counting next because I was already moaning harmoniously with this woman in my arms.

Her body stopped abruptly and I grunted in displeasure. I was about to come undone and the pain ached so much on my groin. I heard her voice speaking so harshly, as if she was swearing in anger and frustration. It dawned on me that there was another person near us, the voice of the buff man. His footsteps diminished after she hissed sounding angry again.

"I'm sorry, Minjeongie." She tells me in a soft apologetic tone. "I'll make it up to you next time, okay?"

I was about to complain but her bottom deserted my lap, I hear her walk briskly away from where I sat.

I was at loss and left seated in a seemingly dining area with an obvious tent on my pants.