Invisible

11. My Satisfaction

We kissed for a long time, the world fading away as we got lost in each other. Sometimes we got a little riled up, but I wouldn't say one of us was more eager than the other; we both had our moments. His hands slid under my shirt, and I shivered with delight. His touch was gentle, his fingers ghosting over my tummy, sending sparks through my skin.

"Kai," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. He hummed into the curve of my neck, continuing to rub my belly. I breathed deeply, savoring the sensation of being touched like this for the first time. His hands explored, moving up and down, experimenting to see how responsive I was. And I was—very responsive.

Every touch sent a shiver down my spine, and I found myself arching into his hands, craving more. He seemed to sense this, his movements becoming more confident.

He stopped and looked at me, his expression unreadable. "You're really loud," he said, as if it were just an observation. Embarrassed, I scoffed, but he shook his head. "It's not a bad thing, it's actually cute," he said with a soft chuckle, his bashfulness evident as he bowed his head, his hair tickling my jaw.

"I'm new to this," I complained, feeling self-conscious under his gaze. Then, in a swift motion, he raised his head, and the moonlight cast a soft glow on his features, making him look ethereal.

"Have you ever?" he asked, genuine confusion in his eyes.

"Ever..." I urged him to continue, feeling a mix of curiosity and nervousness. He seemed taken aback for a moment, then made an obvious face. "You know," he said, his eyes darting around.

"I don't," I replied honestly, feeling a pang of frustration at my own cluelessness. He groaned and buried his head on my chest, his voice muffled. "You're impossible," he said with a mix of exasperation and fondness.
I chuckled softly, running my fingers through his hair in a soothing gesture. "Sorry, I'm just not as experienced as you," I admitted, feeling a little sheepish.

He lifted his head, his expression softening as he looked up at me. "It's okay," he said gently, reaching up to brush a strand of hair away from my face. "We can take things slow, figure it out together."

"But what did you mean?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me. He sighed, looking a bit embarrassed. "Never mind," he said, clearly avoiding the topic.

I sat up, feeling determined to get an answer. "No, I want to know," I insisted, my curiosity piqued.

He shifted uncomfortably, looking away. "No," he said, a hint of cuteness in his tone.

I hummed and nudged him playfully. "I'll annoy you until you tell me," I teased, but before I could continue, he abruptly kissed me, his lips pressing against mine with a hint of passion.

"Have you ever touched yourself?" he asked, his voice slightly muffled against my lips.

I paused for a moment, feeling a mix of surprise and embarrassment at his question. It was unexpected, to say the least, but I appreciated his honesty and openness.

"Um, well..." I started, my voice trailing off as I searched for the right words. "I mean, not really... I haven't really thought about it much," I admitted, feeling a little self-conscious.

Huening Kai nodded, his expression thoughtful. "That's okay," he said softly, reaching out to gently brush his fingers against my cheek. "It's different for everyone, and there's no rush to figure it out."

I smiled gratefully at him, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. His understanding and acceptance meant more to me than I could express in words. With him by my side, I knew I could navigate this new territory at my own pace, without any pressure or expectations.