Although I was a little surprised that Miriam was aware, when I was forced down like that, everything had to continue…
Miriam’s body writhed as she arched her belly upwards, as if she couldn’t hold herself back, trying to bring her closer. With one free hand, I steadied her small body, spreading her legs wider, slowly marking things to guide her emotions, before gradually increasing the intensity.
Her voice, with a slightly nasal tone, sounded different and turned into a moan.
The scent of her body, full of love, spread everywhere, and even I begin to feel affected.
Miriam switched from holding my head to reaching my hand, guiding it to her chest. The soft curves of her small body responded, and I couldn’t resist applying more pressure, alternating between soft and firm touches, drawing out sounds from her louder than I had ever heard before.
No... she never made a sound, like I normally would when she wasn't aware.
"Got... Got... ah..."
Her voice cried out, prompting me to slowly slide my tongue up and down, as if her body couldn't take it anymore.
"Do something, please..."
I moved my fingers from her chest back to her core, mixing tongue and finger movements. Miriam's body tensed, and she let out a cry, covering her face with her hands.
"Ahhh..."
And then, it's all over. However, I keep my mouth on her, kissing softly, like a cat cleaning itself. Slowly, I moved to hug her, holding her small body tightly in encouragement.
Now, she is there, only able to hug me back with her eyes closed. To reassure her that this wasn't a dream, I whispered gently in her ear.
"I love you."
I honestly don't know how we both ended up in this situation. It was already past eleven, and after I had gotten Miriam to the point where things needed to be wrapped up, an awkwardness set in as everything went back to normal.
The scene now was me kneeling on the bed while Miriam clutched the blanket tightly around her lower body. We both stayed silent for over five minutes, though it felt like an eternity.
"Do we have a gun in this room...?"
I finally broke the silence, not knowing what else to say. Miriam, who had been quiet for a long time, looked at me and asked.
"Why do you ask that?"
"To let you shoot me, of course. The punishment I deserve is equivalent to death.
I said, steepling my fingers together hopefully, desperately wishing for forgiveness. Miriam still wouldn't look me in the eyes, making me uncomfortable.
"I... I'm so sorry."
"If you knew it was wrong, why did you do it in the first place? You should have thought about whether it was right or wrong before you did it."
"..."
"You took advantage of me while I was sleeping."
Hearing that make me close my eyes tightly, I had no excuse. It was the most embarrassed I've ever felt in my life, wishing I could just bury my head in the ground. If possible, I would crawl on my arms instead of my legs from this point on. Forget that I only have one arm. I had no other choice.
"You must be really frustrated."
"It's cute that you call it 'frustrated'."
"Ah! I'm about to cry! Ugh... you're going to criticize every word I say."
