My Dangerous Childhood Friend - Chapter 33

“Hm, what?” she asked, she was still dazed with pleasure.

“Your skin,” he said, “It tastes sweet. I wonder why.”

“You are delusional from too much sleep,” said Siana, “How can flesh taste sweet?” Salty maybe, but sweet? She didn’t say that aloud. Alan was still talking from between her chest. She could still feel his hot breath on her breast, and it tickled her.

“You are doing this on purpose to make me feel embarrassed, aren’t you?” she asked, glaring at him.

“No,” he said and smiled. “I am serious. You taste sweet.”

“You really are a piece of—” Her face burned as she looked down at him.

“You don’t believe me,” he said, “I am speaking the truth.”

Siana rolled her eyes. “Of course, I don’t believe you,” she said, “How can human flesh taste sweet?”

Siana still thought he was making fun of her. He said it so sincerely that she would have almost believed him if she didn’t know how much he enjoyed seeing her flustered and embarrassed. It was his twisted kind of enjoyment. And the thing was, she didn’t dislike it.

Alan let out a sigh. He propped himself on one of his hand and pulled her head close to him. “Do you want me to prove it to you?” he asked.

Before Siana could respond, he kissed her. She could feel his tongue. And it was sweet She kissed him back, enjoying the taste of his tongue. She couldn’t understand why it tasted so sweet. She broke the kiss, with difficulty.

“Sweet, right?” he asked, “I wasn’t lying.”

Siana stared at him, wide-eyed. It did taste sweet. The smell was stronger than the taste of it. How does he taste sweet? She wondered. She was confused but she wanted to kiss him again and taste his tongue.

“Alan,” she called.

“Hm?”

“Can I do it again?”

“What?”

“Can I k-kiss you again?”

Alan grinned. “My, my, you used to be so shy,” he said, “and now you have started demanding kisses from me. You have changed a lot, Miss Anetta.”

“Don’t make fun of me!” protested Siana, “I am just curious! How do you taste sweet? And I am not ‘miss’ Anetta anymore, I am your wife.” It seemed to Siana that calling herself his ‘wife’ was still unfamiliar like it was before, but she liked it now and wanted to get used to it.

She wasn’t alone in the feeling of unfamiliarity. Alan looked at her, shocked. He had never imagined the word coming out of her lips. “Forgive me for my mistake, my wife,” he said, jokingly, “So you think you can figure out the source of the taste if you kiss me again?”

“I can try,” said Siana adamantly.

“As you wish,” he said, smiling and closed his eyes. Siana looked at him with his blond eyelashes casting shadow on his cheek in the dim light, his hair falling softly over his forehead.

“Why are you closing your eyes?” she asked.

“Well, you said you wanted to kiss me.”

It was always Alan who initiated the caresses and the kiss and Siana would just give in and close her eyes in pleasure. She had never thought how it would be if the roles were reversed. She felt curious. This made her excited. Alan had opened his eyes and was looking at her.

Siana felt confident. She brought her head closer to him, looking him into his blue eyes. “Close your eyes then,” she said.

Alan obeyed. The blue eyes were hidden from view. She wanted to admire his face and memorize every feature in it. But all she saw at the moment was his lips. She extended her hand and caressed his cheeks. Her heart thumped against her chest. She lowered her head and pressed her lips to him. She felt a moment of indecision on what else she was supposed to do, when Alan’s lips parted. She kissed him deeply and plunged her tongue into his mouth and explored. He accepted it readily.

She didn’t know what course of action she should take now. She had never initiated a kiss or led it. In times of doubt, be brave. That was what she always told herself. It made her more confident. She remembered the last kiss and followed that. She sucked at his lips and explored his mouth with her tongue. She tried to imitate the last kiss and found his tongue. She felt his tongue and played with it. Suddenly, Alan’s tongue flinched, and he burst out laughing.

Siana was shocked as his laughter echoed through the room. Her face was blank. It’s because I suck at kissing, she thought in embarrassment. She felt so ashamed, her face heated up. Alan still hadn’t stopped laughing. She would have enjoyed his laughter, if only it wasn’t at her expense.

“Just shut up,” she said, “Stop laughing already.” He saw her face and his laughter faded away.

“Sia, I am sorry,” he said, “I am so sorry. I am stupid. I shouldn’t have laughed.”

“Was I really that bad?” she asked.

“No. Of course not,” he said, “You were too adorable.”

Yeah, right. She was convinced that she was so bad that he found it funny. She clamped her mouth shut and turned away.

“Sia, I am really sorry,” he said again, “I shouldn’t have laughed. It wasn’t bad at all.”

“That only makes it worse,” she said miserably.

“No, Sia,” he said, “I am so sorry.” His hand wrapped around her waist.

At the warm touch, she realized that she was completely naked, and another wave of embarrassment hit her. She pulled at her night gown to cover herself. “I am done,” she said. She tried to wriggle away.

But Alan’s arm still wrapped around her waist, pulling her firmly to him. “You really want to stop?” he asked. She felt it was better to get up but Alan was still on top of her.

“Yes,” she said, “I’m not doing this anymore.”

“Then I have no choice but to take care of it myself.”

“Take care of what?”

“This,” he said and grasped her palms. He guided in below his waist and placed it at the bulge in his pants. Siana froze at the unfamiliar feel. Under the cloth, the thing was pulsating. She pressed down on the bulge and imagine Alan without his pants. It didn’t nothing for her resolve to stop doing this.

“How long have you been…”

“Since a few days ago.”

“Do you take me for a fool,” she said, “Even I know it can’t stay this way for days.”

“I know,” he said, “But this has been my condition. Every time I think about you and that night, it gets like this. It gets like this and I can’t stop thinking about you. Of… what I want to do to you.”

“What?” she said, bewildered, “This has been happening since…”

“Yes, Sia,” he said, “I want you.” His hot breath made her tremble. Another wave of embarrassment hit her, but more than the feeling of shame, she felt a peculiar satisfaction. It was comforting to know he wanted her as much as she wanted him. She rubbed the bulge slightly and Alan whimpered.

“Sia,” he whispered hoarsely, “Let me put it inside you.” Her entire body tingled; her pulse quickened. As she rubbed the bulge more, she felt it pulsating even more.

“I want to taste you, Sia,” he said, “I want to be in you. I want to release myself in you.” She rubbed him more. “Please…” he whimpered.

She was strangely excited. His ‘please’ sent her reeling. Maybe she should make him beg more next time. His rough voice got the better of her. She rubbed his bulge and squeezed it. A groan escaped from Alan’s lips. She liked that. He looked at her. She nodded.

That was all the encouragement he needed. The next instant, his lips crashed on hers. His tongue passionately sought entry to her mouth, and she gave it. There was the sweet smell yet again, and his tongue tasted heavenly. She returned his kiss. She kept thinking that she had tasted something similar somewhere else.

She wrapped her arms around his neck. Her elbow had struck something on the side table with a sound. They stopped. It was the jam jar. “It’s the jam!” she said.

Siana realized that the sweet taste was from the jam. It all made sense. The smell was also evident now. The sickly-sweet smell was coming from the jam jar. Alan wiped his mouth.

“So, it was the taste of the jam,” he said, “I didn’t know I had gotten a bit on my lips. It does feel sticky. So, that was the sweet taste!”

“Right,” said Siana, “That was why I kept feeling that the taste was familiar and that I had had it before.”

“Hm,” he said. He leaned over to the side table and scooped up a spoonful of the jam.

“Why are you scooping it up?” she asked, confused. They were focusing on different thing a while ago. She would very much like to get back to it. His action was strange. Why did he suddenly want jam in the middle of this. “You… really want to eat the jam right now?” she asked.

“Yep,” he said as he put a spoonful of jam into his mouth.

“Why all of a sudden?” she asked, getting more confused by the second.

Alan put the spoon back on the side table. He then turned to her and grabbed her chin.