Just For Tonight

Mini Chap 8

All she wanted to do now was mend the invisible itch cursing down her body.

He put her down softly at the center of the bed, as if she's something fragile. He sat in front of her and just stare at her flushed face looking at him.

She looked away when she can no longer take the intensity of their glances. She flushed a lot more because of the lewd thoughts her mind conjured while looking at him earlier.

"What were you thinking, Lillian?"

"Its nothing." She shivered when he started kissing her neck. "Tell me. Maybe I could ease that curiosity of yours. Its high time for you to turn back if you still wanted to."

She stopped his ministrations by holding his chin up to hold her irritated gaze, "How could I still think of turning back when you do that, silly experienced man."

He chuckled at this new side of her. "Then I shouldn't stop." He grinned, "Its nice to know you're too sensitive for your own good." He started nipping at her neck while tickling her everywhere.

She cannot help wriggling and laughing at the same time.

Then moaning. Uncontrollable, pleasure-drawn moaning.

Who wouldn't? Her breasts were being fondled with on top of her bra with those experienced hands.

"Marcus........" She gripped on his back for dear life as her overly sensitive skin was being stimulated to its peak.

"Relax, lovely hermit." He kissed her to ease her inexperienced reactions, and his own strong craving. She was waking some dormant, intense something from him with her moans and reactions that shadows his restraint and replacing it with a need to take her hard and fast.

She doesn't deserve that.

It was the first time he felt this way about someone he was taking to his bed.

"Can I take off your clothes now?"

That innocent inquiry wake him up from his kissing reverie, just to realize she was now in her underwear, her borrowed clothes in a pile on the floor. "As you wish."

He stood, she removed his shirt and let untie the ribbon from his trackpants, loosening it and letting it fall.

He saw how determined she is despite the trembling of her hands and the panic in her face.

He cannot ignore the creeping sensation within him. The feeling of protectiveness for her from him, from the act itself.

When she was reaching out to the bands of his underwear, he caught her hands and pulled her up to her feet.

She met his eyes and he could swear her gaze is his undoing.

"Lillian, I-"

She closed her eyes, let out a heavy sigh and hugged him. "Relax, gallant hermit."

And all his guilt and doubt washed away with that words from her, replaced with just the need to keep her close. As close as the human skin could keep them.