•PAPER RINGS• {NAGI SEISHIRO}

|Chapter Eighteen|

I want to drive away with you
I want your complications too
I want your dreary Mondays
Wrap your arms around me, baby boy

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In less than half an hour, she was pinned down on his couch, while his lips wrapped around hers.

She had no idea what happened. How did they ended up getting out of the restaurant? What their friends were told, why the ride from the restaurant to his house felt so short, and how did she managed to not spill on him during the ride. Because all ride long he kept on push his finger in and out of her. It was crazy. Totally freaking out.

He trails a long, passionate, desperate kiss. Holding her wrists over her head,  and his other hand rested on her waist, and slowly glide down to her hip, and squeeze hard, making her whimper against his mouth. The way he let out a deep, heavy sigh of pleasure, hearing her withering under him.

"I still have the knack." He chuckles.

Strangling on top of her, his head tilted for better access, nudging his nose on the sloping bridge of hers, while inhaling sharply, a good amount of oxygen and softly, pressed his tongue against hers, pushing inside her cavern.

Her eyes squeezed shut, feeling dizzy and daze with the uncontrollable urge to take things to the next level. His mouth blazing with fire, his tongue, moved against hers, drawing it into a fierce battle of dominance.

"You..." His voice hoarse, as he moved his lips on numbing pace, and took her bottom lip between his teeth. Nipping on, drawing out a drop of blood. Then took it between his lips, sucking the ferric taste. "..are insatiable." He chuckled deep from his throat, when red sprinkled on her face. He smiled, looking down at her already, dazed state.

He cupped her face, and whispered in her ear, biting teasingly her earlobe.
"What's the matter, darling? Astound already?"

Y/n swallowed before, looking forward to him. He looked so beautiful. So mesmerizing. Totally gorgeous. His snowy hair, blanketed his forehead, messy, but the soft texture visibly contrasting the mess. His brown eyes, as dark as dark chocolate—she has the urge to eat dark chocolate, even though she hates the taste. The long, smooth, flawless curve of his nose and baby pink lips, so delicate, and deliciously soft, that didn't even looked like they were just a few minutes ago, torturing the gentle genital core of her.

"Do you think you'll not regret this, Sei?"

She asks softly caressing his cheek with the delicate pad of her thumb. The delicate strokes of her fingertips were like, striking fuming matchsticks over his skin, which fuled the ignited fire, above the temperature of hundred-degree-centigrade.

He wasn't really hearing her, but only manifesting his ways of how to put those, beautiful, soft, cupid bow and bottom lip on some more gratifying fun than her thinking about most vacuous subject.

He took her palm, over his lips, and brushed his full bottom lip over the outermost past of her palm, blowing away the dust of insecurity.

Despite his actions, Y/n can't help but feel somehow conflicted. "I am not as good as those girls you've been before with, Sei. What if I am not upto your..." She sucks in a small breath. "... expectations."

His eyes narrowed. "Expectations?" He chuckled lowly, shaking his head in disbelief. "Expectations, you're talking about, Darling?" He smiled softly, before kissing the hollowness between her jaw and neck. Down the side of her neck to her throat, then pressed another gentle kiss on her lips.