I will never be the same without you...

Chapter 32 [NSFW]

Song: Ria Mae, "Clothes off"

As I kissed him, my pulse quickened, throbbing like a drum. When he lifted me up on the counter, desire coursed through my veins like wildfire. Standing between my legs, he pressed his body against mine. The gentleness of yesterday was gone, replaced by rough, raw hunger. His hands crept up my thighs, squeezing along the way and sending heat up to my core. I wrapped my legs around his, bringing him so close I could feel his arousal through our clothing. I nearly lost my mind. I clawed at his shirt, buttons snapped and clattered to the floor, but I didn't care. I peeled it off urgently, craving his skin under my fingers. Still kissing me, he let go of my legs to pull the cuffs off his wrists. I heard something rip. I ran my fingers on his bare chest, relishing the feel of him shuddering under my touch.

His hands came back to my hips, drawing me in roughly. I was hard, almost painfully so. I wanted him so badly my whole body ached. I bit his lip, making him groan. He used the tip of his tongue to tease me. I sucked on it and deepened the kiss. His hands moved up, and I squirmed impatiently, wanting more. I heard a low, teasing laugh. In response, a frustrated moan escaped my lips, which he swallowed with another kiss. He pulled back and started unbuttoning my shirt, very, very slowly. He stared at me with a knowing smile, fully aware of how excited and impatient I was. He did not speed up and swatted at my hands when I tried to do it myself. He paused and leaned in. I could feel his breath against my ear as he said in a low, sensual voice,

"Be a good boy now and stop moving, or I'll go even slower. If you behave, I'll do the thing you really liked yesterday."

I didn't think I could be more turned on, but I was. I obeyed, putting my hands back on the counter, watching him resume his task. With each button... with each touch, his fingers seared my skin. By the time he pulled my shirt out of my pants, I was barely breathing. He placed his palms on my chest and pushed the garment off, all the way down my arms, caressing my sensitive skin along the way. He bent down and dropped a kiss on my neck. I shivered when I felt his teeth. He took my hands in his, one after the other, and looked at me while he unbuttoned the cuffs, kissing each palm before freeing me of the fabric. He brushed his lips against mine, his heated gaze holding me captive. He undid my belt and unzipped my pants, slowly and deliberately. My breath caught in my throat when he put his hands on my waist, stood me on my feet, and knelt in front of me. Sliding his long fingers under the waistband of my underwear, he pulled it down with my shorts. Sill looking at me with avid eyes, he waited for me to step out of the scrunched up clothing before kissing my stomach.

Shyness came back suddenly as it dawned on me that I was now standing naked in the middle of the kitchen. Feeling exposed, I experienced a rush of panic until his low, honeyed voice interrupted my thoughts.

"My Zon, you are so sexy and so gorgeous, I don't think I'll ever get enough of you."

I looked down at him and saw only genuine admiration and need. His eyes, his smile, his touch, in fact, his whole body confirmed his words, proved his sincerity. Feeling empowered and suddenly brazen,

"Hmmm, show me then..."

Before I realized what he was going to do, he took me in his mouth. It felt so incredible, I couldn't stop myself from moaning as my head fell back, all self-consciousness gone. If I didn't stop him, I would come like that. I wanted more, I wanted him. That thought shocked me. I had never fucked anyone before, not that I didn't want to. I was just never given a choice.

I put my hands on his head and called his name. "Sai, slow down." He stopped and looked at me. I brought him back up to his feet and kissed him, tasting myself on his lips. I took him by the hand and led him to the bedroom. I sat on the bed, reclining back on my arms.