Vincent

Seven - Tuberose

His firm, smooth lips touched my soft ones when I pulled him closer to me. His neck was muscular. His shoulders were muscular. Everything about his body was muscular.

I became even more excited with the feeling until he pulled away.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his palm. "Stop." He tried to stand up but I tightened my wrap around his neck.

"Nn..." I moaned as I felt his body weight pressed on me.

He looked at me in the eye. "Sandy." His jaws moved a bit. "Stop this."

I stared at him, dazed. Then, I slowly shook my head and whispered. "No."

"Look, you're drunk." He said that, but he let himself be pulled closer to me that our noses touched. "We..." His voice trailed off, then he sighed. His breath entered my mouth. "We shouldn't do this." He looked at me with guilt in eyes.

Of course he'd feel guilty.

Goddamn it, Sandy.

"Just close your eyes. Whatever you feel and do, pretend it's Juliene." I whispered.

Because I will do the same.

After I said that, he jaws moved again, and he slowly closed his eyes.

He did the initiative this time to kiss me.

"Mn..." I moaned as he slid his tongue inside my mouth.

Somehow, my heart ached a bit.

Our breaths mingled as he deepened the kiss. I felt his weight press more on my body.

Ah...

This is it.

This is what I'm craving for all this time.

After the long, deep kiss, I spoke. "Let's go to the bed."

He nodded, then he stood and held me up with him. He was right behind me when we walked to the bed. "Sit." He did what I said. I loosened my tie and removed it. "We'll use this."

"For what?"

"For important purposes." I stretched it. "Close your eyes." He closed them, and I covered them and tied the tie at the back of his head. "With this, you can concentrate in thinking that I am Juliene."

And you are Vincent.

I unbuttoned my polo and kissed his neck. I didn't leave any marks, just kisses. I removed his coat and shirt. My lips trailed on his collarbone, chest, and stomach. I removed his belt and unzipped his pants.