Keys to Happiness

15. Aliah

KiBum had been forceful in wanting me to leave the living room, and it hadn't taken a genius to get the hint. I wasn't mad, just disappointed; I hadn't even gotten a kiss for my trouble. Maybe a tank top and shorts weren't the right way to go? Would lace have been better? Thoughts like this could only keep me awake for so long, and soon I was knocked out, dead to the world.

It had to be late, maybe two or three in the morning, when he came into my room. I had been fast asleep and probably had my mouth hanging open and droll all over my face. I was a light sleeper, but I looked a mess while I was unconscious. Luckily that night I was facing the wall, so when he touched my shoulder I had time to wipe my face just in case.

"What is it?" I asked him with some surprise. After he'd practically pushed me out of the room earlier, I hadn't expected to see him standing next to my bed in the dark. He gestured at me with his hands, telling me to come over to him. I decided to mess with him some, and motioned for him to join me instead, hiding my smile in the dark. I turned halfway over again on the bed and felt him lean down over me.

"Come and get up," he whispered again. His breath on my neck sent shivers down my spine and in spite of myself I got up and turned toward him. I couldn't resist his voice, and besides, I wanted him to hold me again. As I rose he pulled me close, trapping me in his embrace. I smiled as I leaned into him and inhaled his scent; something spicy that was all KiBum underlying the subtle cologne he always wore. His hands ran lightly down my back, resting on my butt, pressing me closer.

I felt him lower his head to touch my own and breathe deeply. Before I knew it, his lips were touching mine, brushing them against his in an oh- so-delicious way. I felt a gasp leave my mouth, shocked at the intensity of such a light kiss. Our lips met again and again until I felt his mouth open and his tongue trace the contours of my mouth. My breath left me in a rush and as my mouth opened wider his tongue slipped inside. I went weak against him, my hands twining around his neck, running my fingers over his hair. All my fears of earlier fled and I could barely think because what he was doing to me felt so good.

KiBum's mouth moved to my neck, sucking, licking and kissing. By now I was panting, trying to keep myself under control. I didn't want him to know how badly he was affecting me. His hands left my back and came around to the front of my shirt. He touched my breast lightly, and my heart stuttered in my chest. I could barely breathe and even though I'd had sex before, it felt like no one had ever touched me and never like this. He made me feel precious and sexy all at the same time. I wanted to be as quiet as possible even though he was driving me crazy with his mouth and hands. Too much noise might break the spell that had seemed to fall over us. The silence made the low moans we were both voicing echo in the small room.

KiBum's hands were moving again, this time aiming for the bottom of my shirt. He lifts it up and then over my head, leaving my chest bared to him. His kisses are more frantic now and he places his palms over my chest and a soft moan escapes from me. He starts pushing me towards my bed and we both fall down on it, him on top. I try to say his name but he silences me with his tongue and I can't remember what I wanted to say anymore.

His lips meet mine again and then leave them. I'm about to protest when I feel him on my breast. He pulls my nipple into his mouth and my own opens in a silent scream that turns into a panted gasp. It's never felt this good before and I don't know how to control all the passion I feel blazing through my body. Too soon though, he stops and I look down at him in confusion. He's leaning away from me.

"What's wrong? Are you ok?" I ask, too breathless

"I'm fine; I just don't want this to go too far right now. We just met a month ago and I just want to respect you, you know? I'm sorry if I want to far," he says apologetically and I feel myself hold back a sigh of impatience. At this point I couldn't give a damn about respect but something in me likes that he wants to take things slow.

"It's fine," I tell him softly. "We could just lay here instead?", I ask hoping I don't sound too needy. He nods and moves his body to lay beside mine. I know almost instantly that it was a mistake to ask him to stay with me. As he pulls me close to him, I can't stop thinking about how good he feels, how he seems to swallow up my body with his. His breath flows gently through my hair and I'm so aware of him that I know I won't be able to sleep anytime soon.

"Aliah, I'm glad I came over tonight", he whispers to me. My heart melts again and I move closer to him in response. His arms tighten around me and I try to focus on the steady beating of his heart.

"I'm glad too," I whisper back sometime later. He doesn't answer and when I look back at him, he's fallen asleep. I sigh deeply and try to ignore the fact that he is so wrapped around me that I couldn't move even if I wanted to. My chest feels tight with emotion but I can't quite manage to place the feeling. I close my eyes and drift off to the sound of his light snores.