Even though she wasn't fully prepared, he kept kissing her. She was like a sweet poison, each kiss drawing him deeper, weaving his desire into marks he left along her neck.
He gently kissed and lingered on her neck, savoring every touch, eager to claim her as his alone.
"Mmm… it tickles…" she murmured, her body instinctively curling closer, eyes misted and hazy.
What could she do? She found herself savoring this feeling, wanting him to go further, to tease her a little more.
He paused, admiring the blush that stained her cheeks, her fair neck now marked with traces of his kisses.
"This is the balcony… what if someone sees us?" she muttered, touching the spots he had kissed, wondering if she'd need a high collar for work tomorrow.
He calmly drew down the curtains, a black set with star patterns he'd chosen back when he first decorated the place.
He wrapped her in his arms, lifting her shirt to reveal her lovely figure. Her lacy white front-clasp bra, adorned with satin crisscross straps, traced the delicate curve of her waist.
Without a second thought, he untied the strap, as if unwrapping his own personal gift, unclasped her bra, and caressed her soft curves, kissing her tender skin, his tongue teasing gently.
"Ah… stop…" she whispered, her hand pressed against his firm chest. "I told you, we're still on the balcony…"
He shifted his focus, his lips brushing hers. "Feeling shy?"
His intense kiss left her speechless, all she could do was kiss him back with equal passion.
Her soft gasps stirred a deep ache within him, every nerve in his body responding to her beauty. He longed to undress her completely, to make her his, so she'd see, remember, and think of only him.
He wanted her gaze to be filled with only him, as if she existed solely for him.
"Mmm…" lost in his kisses, she barely managed a soft murmur in response.
He lifted her in his arms, carrying her straight to his room.
She covered her bare chest, her face flushed like a ripe peach, soft and inviting, holding his gaze entirely.
He placed her gently on the bed, ready to continue showing his affection, but she quickly pulled the covers around herself as soon as she lay down.
Her shyness only stirred his deeper desire. He dimmed the lights, leaving just a soft glow from the bedside lamp, as if he had no particular intentions.
Curious, she peeked out from under the covers, only to see him watching her like a patient predator eyeing a soft, blushing rabbit that had wandered right into his lair.
"Tomorrow… I have work…" she whispered, her eyes shifting nervously.
"But I'm still hungry." With that, he leaned over her, capturing her tender lips.
He teased her tongue, savoring her taste, drinking in each of her breaths, as if he could absorb her completely. His kiss was deep, his tongue insistent, making sure she felt his warmth—everywhere.
"You… you could have a midnight snack…" she murmured between his overpowering kisses, barely audible.
"Isn't that what I'm doing?" he replied with a mischievous grin.
Seeing her breathless, lost in his embrace, her eyes glazed over, he finally eased up, settling for gentle kisses along her delicate neck and collarbone.
No, it seems like he has kissed her here and left several red marks on her too.
She covered her lips with the back of her hand, embarrassed, but her love for him made her give up arguing with him.
"You're being too cruel...," she shivered, and the valley between her legs had already soaked with the desire for him.
She hoped that he would take up more of her space, allowing her to cast aside what little reason she had left and surrender to the love prison with him, without a thought in her mind.
This is the man she loves, and the feeling of being loved by him is also so wonderful.
He caressed her warm breasts, tracing circles with the rough pads of his fingers. He could feel her nipples stiffening under his palm, as if seeking his loving caress.
"I think I'm being too rough," he said, lowering himself to suckle her breasts.
The sweet taste of her left him wanting more, so he continued to suck and nibble, teasing her erect nipples with his fingers and stroking her breasts, which should have been a pristine white, but were now flushed with a rosy hue from his playful touch, and he felt a sense of accomplishment looking at them.
Especially when she feels joyful, she always shows a hint of coquetry, often scratching him until he can't bear to let go, always thinking about how to love her the next time.
He reached into her underwear and fondled her flower, using his index and middle fingers to gently part her petals. She was already soaking wet, producing a lot of nectar, but she was too shy to tell him.
"Ah...," she closed her eyes, feeling the pleasure of being touched by him, always shameful yet always comforting.
"Hmm? Accusing me of being too much? You're already so hot, how could I bear to see you uncomfortable?" He removed the annoying lace material and prepared to lovingly caress her.
