I let out a muffled shriek as I fumbled to cover my chest. Christopher grinned and said, “There’s no need to cover yourself up. You’re not going to be able to cover it all anyway. Are you trying to seduce me that way?”
I turned crimson red, feeling embarrassed about being exposed. I did not have much experience in this regard. As Lyle said, I had only done it with Christopher, and I did not even have a recollection of the time we did it one and half years ago.
My experience was only limited to these two months, and he had been the one to initiate. I had no idea of how things should have been done. The best I could come up with was to imitate those women in the softcore porn that I watched back when I was still young.
“So are you not planning to touch me if I don’t seduce you?”
“You wish.” With a swift movement, Christopher supported me to sit on the windowsill as his hands glided over my calves and foot smoothly like a snake. I felt my skin tingle at his touch.
I tried to retract my foot as I felt a prickle, but he held on tightly to it. My back was back against the window, and right behind it was the lake. If he loosened his grip on me, I would have fallen into the lake. That was why I circled my hands around his neck and did not dare to move around much.
He brushed himself against me greedily and left carnal marks on my body as he went. He would pause to take a look at each and every mark, and then to look at the fireworks filling the sky. Every time he turned his attention back at me, amazement would fill his eyes as if he had discovered yet another new wonder.
“I’m missing another one here!”
“Hey, we’re not doing art right now. What are you looking at?” I kicked at Christopher gently. He was getting more and more out of hand. He must have held it in too long, and all hell started to break loose after he confessed his feelings for me.
“You’re a picture-perfect art, and I’m just giving you a little touch of color here and there.” Christopher gave me a mischievous smile before pausing the kiss on my abdomen for some time before he turned around to undo his tie.
He did not take away the other hand which was still supporting my waist. It was difficult for him to yank off his tie with just one hand. Raising his chin, the man teasingly said, “Hey pretty, aren’t you going to help your man get undressed?”
I reached out to take off his tie and stopped. Christopher narrowed his eyes at me and asked, “What about my shirt?”
I was not used to taking off a man’s shirt. As a matter of fact, I had not done it before with Christopher. He was the one to take initiative every time. I found it much too embarrassing to take the lead in the matter.
However, I relented and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the firm and chiseled chest beneath his white shirt. I was really tempted to sneak a pinch.
Perhaps thinking that I was too slow, he let me hang onto him and unbuttoned his shirt himself. I stopped him and said, “Don’t remove your clothes. Let’s just do it this way. I think it’ll do. Otherwise, it’s going to be really inconvenient if there’s an emergency later.”
He objected to my idea and was adamant about feeling my skin against his. Fine, whatever works for him. I was still sitting on the windowsill, and still on the edge. Stealing a glance outside the window, my attention went astray momentarily.
Christopher thrusted forward and I shuddered unconsciously. Burrowing himself in my chest, he kissed me and said, “Silly, do you know how bad it makes a woman look if a man is well dressed while the woman is in a disheveled manner? I respect you too much to put you through that.”
He did respect me, and he took the matter of consent seriously. Even though he was always the one to initiate, he would never disregard my feelings about the matter. Back in the bar when we first slept together, he had said the same. I remembered that I had wanted to run away that night, but the gentle look in his eyes made me stay.
Sometimes I wondered if I truly loved Christopher. He would always put me first, and I knew I enjoyed being adored by him. That was the reason I tried to reciprocate his kindness. Under normal circumstances, I would not say no to him.
After all, there was nothing else that I could offer. Women were lining up to sleep with him, and Christopher could choose to bed any one of them. It was unnecessary for him to weave a web of lies just to sleep with me.
