Dein Hand, in Meine

Chapter 27

Last Caress (Pt.3) (Sexual content *clears throat*)

My heart was racing now, and each breath the German let out, tickled my skin. I could feel my face growing warm, and it only seemed to drive the male in front of me further.

"Du bist alles was ich will." (You are everything I want)

He whispered in the same voice, this time I could feel the passion within it, urging me to lean closer, to close the distasteful gap between our bodies.

Even if I had been fluent in German, those words would not have meant any more than they did to me at this moment. It did not matter if I knew what they meant exactly, but the way they melted deliciously from his lips was more than enough of an indication.

His cheek grazed my own as I realized how close we had gotten, body heat emulating from the both of us.

Although the summer sun had set, the heat still remained. We were both soaked in our own sweat, my light white dress shirt pressing against my chest. Ludwig's black tank top looked too tempting to leave on, now that his own sweat had soaked through and almost every feature became visible.

I reached forward, hesitantly at first, gripping the hem of the shirt and slowly shifting upward so that he knew what I needed to do.

He simpered again and I looked away in embarrassment as he assisted me in undressing himself, pulling the shirt above his head and setting it aside.

He turned my head in his direction, placing his hand on my cheek and guiding my head toward his own so that we sat face to face.

"Look at me. You are the only one that I want to see me like this, no one else."

He growled, and almost hungrily his eyes bore into mine. They moved from my eyes to my lips, further down even, seeming to penetrate every vulnerable inch of my body.

Look at him I did, my eyes darting from each pectoral, to his muscular neck and broad shoulders, appearing even more desirable without the confines of clothing. Tracing each abdominal muscle, going down each row and falling into what was only covered by his trousers. I also took note that he was indeed; erect.

I reached a hand out to touch his chest, to caress and to lovingly embrace his vessel; the entirety of him. But I found myself frozen with my arm out, too shaken to make a move.

Dio, curse my virginity!

My mind hollered.

It was then when I felt the sleeves of my own shirt being tugged and the buttons that had once clung to my chest, undone, I began to come to my senses once again.

Ludwig lifted the shirt over my head and gave me a reassuring grin, which made me snort.

"Did the mood just falter slightly?"

I managed to chuckle out.

The male across from me grinned again, only this time his expression grew even more alluring.

"Nein. Not on my end."

He breathed out, placing my shoulders between his thumbs and the rest of his fingers and lifting me upon his lap. Instantaneously our lips molded together, our bodies following suit.