103 An Impulsive Kiss (1/2)

I suddenly understood what he meant when he said it was upsetting when I froze up under his touch. I pulled my palm away from his cheek and guided it to his fist. With a pull, I wound his hand around my waist and pressed my lips on his once again.

It took him a few seconds to understand what I was trying to say. He gripped my waist and pulled me in, kissing me like he was meant to. There were many of them and they were feather-light and wet. They felt like little bug bites with a soft touch instead of a sting or a pinch I had expected. I heard a muffled moan and pried my eyes open.

The room suddenly appeared pitch black, not allowing me to make out my surroundings. I couldn't see his face either. The moment of panic should have set in, but I felt oddly welcome and safe. I blinked as my eyes adjusted to the darkness. I felt the warm weight of his hands on my waist and the feeling of his strong legs under mine.

He pulled away and stared. ”Satisfied?” he asked with a small smile. I shook my head thoughtfully. ”You haven't confirmed yet?” he murmured in a quiet voice. He pushed my hair aside, and I delt more bites continue to go from my lips to the sensitive skin of my neck. He spread his legs and rolled us over.

I lay, flabbergasted as he pulled away and smirked. ”Time to sleep,” he whispered into my ear and pushed away from me. His hand left my waist and he sat to the side. He pulled up the blanket and wrapped me into a burrito.

I could see that his body wracked with a shuddering breath and I couldn't help but notice more.

Where did he learn it? I had to ask. ”How do you kiss so well?” I asked.

”I learned in my spare time,” he admitted freely. When I didn't reply, he glanced at me and explained. ”You can watch courses on the internet. Don't ask. I was curious.” He groaned again, his hand craddling his head as he mumbled something under his breath.

”I'm sorry,” I whispered, sure that he didn't like it. His head snapped to me and he shook his head vigorously.

”You have nothing to be sorry about,” he said vehemently. ”It's my first time, so I stopped before I did something bad.” I frowned.

”Bad?” I asked.

”Yes, I don't want to start anything on my own accord when you are still figuring out your feelings and boundaries. It was wrong of me to...” I could hear what came next. He was sorry for kissing me so passionately.

I liked it though. I enjoyed it too much and now I was feeling a little bit of anticipation. He had been confident once I assured him it was okay and I was hoping he wouldn't regret it. I really hoped he wouldn't regret it.

”No. Absolutely not. I want to kiss you. All the time, really.”