Reflections [Complete]

Chapter 20

Kong's POV

I had barely clutched his collar and pulled him towards me. I didn't even intend to kiss him. I just wanted to grab his attention. Our lips brushing was entirely by accident, stunning the both of us. And I was still very much in that state when he swiftly turned, pinning me to the back of the couch, very literally climbing over me, fusing our mouths together before I had barely managed to get a gulp of breath. Which again didn't seem like the best idea since as soon as my lips parted his tongue dived right in. And it didn't look like he was about to take a break anytime soon while I was desperately trying to get even two words in.

"Arthit....wait..I didn't mean to....I just wanted to get your attention...."

"You have my full attention, don't worry."

And then before I could respond he went right back to tearing away at my lips, his tongue making some very wild patterns within my mouth. Even if I wanted to respond I am not sure I was capable, firstly cause I have next to no experience in locking lips with anyone. My only two sample points have been Arthit and one of them barely qualified as a peck. And secondly cause he was pretty much devouring me alive. I was pretty sure he had chewed both my lips raw. Not to mention the way he was currently playing around with my tongue.

What I had meant to tell him was that I was going to leave. That us hanging out together was a bad idea. That this time around I was the one who needed some space to figure out if I could be just friends with him or not. How the hell did I end up under him making out like his life depended on sucking every last breath from me. When he finally moved on from my lips to raining kisses down my jaw and neck I tried my luck once more.

"Ah...Arthit...I think we need ...to...uh.....talk..."

"I like what we are doing much better."

And then he continued nipping and biting my neck. Every time his tongue would peek out and give my skin a lick I would get this flutter in the pit of my stomach. He was creating some very new sensations and making it very hard for me to think clearly. Especially since he wasn't really inclined to stop at the moment. And I was reaching that point fairly quickly myself. In fact when he was sucking the pulse at the base of my collar I couldn't help but let out a very involuntary moan, which he immediately swallowed as he once again latched his mouth against mine. Except this time I seemed a lot more open to letting him continue rather than wanting him to stop.

And he had somehow thoroughly enveloped me in this fog of passion cause I didn't realize how or when he has managed to maneuver me to lay flat against the couch with him hovering above me, effectively having me pinned in place while I slowly lost most of my ability of thought.

At some point during his onslaught I had figured out his rhythm that I now seemed quite happy to match. My hands had automatically found themselves buried in his hair, my fingers discovering that they liked the silky texture flowing between them very much.

I am not sure how long we would have continued in this manner if he hadn't shifted slightly, his extremely obvious erection rubbing against me, which sent warning bells blaring through my brain. I immediately stiffened. My whole body screaming to be free from under him. Suddenly it felt like he weighed a few tons, crushing me with his body. My lungs refusing to function. Almost like there was this invisible grip around my throat and no matter how much I tried to gulp on air I couldn't manage to take it in. The fingers that only moments ago were enjoying his luscious strands were now roughly pulling at them, desperately trying to get him away from me. And during all of this, while my mind was playing cruel games with me, somewhere from a distance I kept hearing a sound persistently calling my name.

"Kong....Kong...."

"Listen to me Kong..."

"Kong look at me."