Love at First Night - Chapter 128

“Are you going to make me guess the names of the desserts?” I asked curiously looking forward to hearing if I guessed it right.

He didn’t answer but I felt the noises of papers getting louder and an amazing scent of chocolate and cream.

“Here we go.” He whispered again, my heart skipped in anticipation.

My senses amplified, perceiving every sound, movement and noise near to me. I deduced his movements from the way the air moved. I heard his breath noises in the silence and when his hand caressed my cheek shivers ran through my spine.

The caress reached my chin and I felt him pressing his thumb against it and his breath getting closer to me, leaning forward, “open your mouth.” He whispered sensually.

As an immediate response from my body, I did as he told me to do and opened my mouth lightly.

My heart raced in my chest and my breath hitched in my throat, I had never realized how loud the silence was before being blinded.

I felt a cold food touching my tongue, a fraction of a second later I felt how smooth it was that It melted on my tongue and I recognized the flavor. It was cream with some soaked biscuit and cacao. I remembered he mentioned the food being Italian so I put two and two together and realized what that food was.

“Tiramisu,” I said before he even explained me what we had to do in that game.

I was just too excited and conditioned by the excite feelings to contain myself.

He chuckled, “good girl.”

The taste of his lips followed in a sweet kiss.

Was that the end of it?

I waited for him to unfold me but seeing he didn’t leave me confused.

Did he have more desserts in mind?

Probably yes since I heard the paper noises again so I automatically opened my mouth again.

“Second dessert.”

I nodded, he leaned in closer and tapped against my lips to push me to open wider and then he fed me.

The consistency was different from the last one, whatever that food was, it wrapped in harder protection and the inside of that wrap was a smooth delicious cream which wasn’t super sweet contrary to the tiramisu.

I remembered I had that dessert before and I was sure it was Italian, yet I couldn’t remember the name. I probably only had eaten it once or a few times when I was much younger. I shook my head and shrugged, “I don’t know,” I whispered.

“Are you sure?” He asked.

I squeezed my eyes to think more and focus just because I wanted to be rewarded by his kiss in case I guessed the name.

But I really couldn’t remember.

“That’s a shame, because since you didn’t guess you have to keep the bandage on as a punishment.”

His voice wasn’t a whisper anymore, it was more mighty and at the same time hoarse.

My body vibrated to his words as my mind was filled with so many images of what his sentence could mean. Many of those images -if not mostly- all ended with him on me.

Just at that thought my body already turned into a fire.

“What a shame,” I answered in a murmur.

“I had a third last dessert but I am starting to get a little naughty.”

One second earlier his hand pressed on my knee and one second after he was pulling my hair behind.

The noise of a table bouncing made me realize he probably sat at the edge of it.

Few other noises I wasn’t able to recognize and I am thrilled in excitement.

Noises of clothing brushing against skin, I swallowed down.

His hand gripped over my wrist as he stretched my arm. I felt muscles hard as scaling and warm as skin. He trailed down my hand making me swallow down again, my body began pulsing in response.

What was he going to do?

Then he stopped, walking closer to me and freeing my wrists of his grip, leaving me the control of exploring his body in the darkness.

I took a few seconds for the hesitation then I left my hands moving genuinely trailing up his pectoral so big to be wrapped by my hands and then digging in the stoves of his packed abdomen. As my body touched him I felt him contracting whenever his chest went up and down in short breathes.

It was so hot.

My hands met a harder surface, it was his belt, so I handled it to remove it. His abdomen muscles clenched hardening at that sudden gesture.

His skin was soft and warm.

I couldn’t see yet I could picture his muscles clearly. The more my hand got closer to his sensitive area, his skin became rougher and not that smooth. His breath shortened even more, as my hands kept trailing over his body practically.

He pulled his trousers down so my hand passed through his boxers until it touched a hard big presence and I immediately stopped. I could feel my cheeks heating up and blushing.

His hands caressed my cheeks and then gently pulled the bandage down to my neck.

I finally could see, him standing tall in his nightly strong muscles, his member erected at my touch and at the sight of my innocent facial expression.

He walked closer and kissed me, pulling me up from the chair and walking to the nearest sofa.

He removed my shirt pushed me on the sofa and then climbed on me to begin peppering kisses over my ribs and my cleavage.

I could feel his kisses, his hands on me, his possessive touch penetrating through my skin and entering into my bones. The soft pillows of the sofa were cold compared to his warm body which pressed against me before getting rid of my skirt.

He dug his hands in my thighs and gently removed those then he bent down and I felt his teeth joining together in a gentle bite, leaving a red spot over my thighs.