16. Soft Kisses

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Naisha

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Naisha

As the wave of orgasm washes out,

Realisation of what I did, hits me with a thud.

Shame

Guilt

Embarassment

Uneasiness

Courses through my whole body. These emotions feel like a tightening grip around my heart, squeezing its muscles with remorse. A veneer of self consciousness and vulnerability suffocates me.

I did that again.

I committed the same mistake again.

I feel so angry over myself. It is like I am being caged within a whirwind of self disappointment.

Sensing my vulnerability, He pulls me closer to his chest and wraps his arms tighter around me.

And a violent sob wrecks through me. I feel so confused and guilty of my actions.

Hiding my face into his chest I bawl my eyes out. A raw and visceral expression of mental disarray wanders through my mind creating a dense fog of lack of understanding. I try to grapple with my own disoriented emotions, struggling with my own scattered feelings.

"Ssshhhh,  Why are you crying ?" His voice laced with untamed affection , The worry in his tone makes my sobs more intense.

" Look at me, tell me what happened?" He holds my neck and moves the curtain of hair from my face. His fingers caressing over my sensitive skin, emoting a strange sense of proximity and close connection

" Did I hurt you? Was I too rough? " He looks so concerned which makes me more embarassed.

I clutch his shirt tighter and nuzzle more into his brawny chest . I am gasping for air amidst the torrent of emotions twirling inside the depths of my mind.

My tears are soaking his shirt.

" You are making me go insane " He grunts and tugs onto my hair forcing me to look at him

He lifts me up a little and pulls me closer wrapping one hand around my waist another on my nape. 

" What's wrong? What's the reason behind those tears? Hmm " He starts peppering soft gentle kisses all over my jaw, hollow of my throat, my earlobes.

They are so tender and intimate like 

a gentle whisper of fondness, 

a soft dance of affection , 

a oozy rhythm of passion.

I don't know why but more tears spill out of my eyes, I can't stop them.

What's wrong with me!

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