She felt very lonely and in need of some fresh air because she had locked herelf in her room all day so as to avoid any encounter with Bibi. She decided to go downstairs and spend some time at the balcony for awhile cos she liked the view of the garden from there.
Bibi was at the balcony, sitting on the resting chair with a glass of brandy, still fuming over the fact that she’d slipped away from his grasp once again. He didn’t know when she disappeared last night and she’d refused to come downstairs to eat with the rest of the family the whole of that day. Based on what he heard, she wasn’t feeling too well but he of all people knew that was a lie. She must have said that to get away from having to see him.
While he was still nursing his disappointment, she came to balcony and walked right past him to stand beside the railings. Great! he thought to himself. Now his mind is beginning to play tricks on him. Except, it wasn’t his imagination, it was really her! He looked up to the heavens with a smile on his face to say a silent prayer of thanks. Then he watched and listened to her hum beautifully. When he could no longer control himself, he went to her and grabbed her from behind.
She let out a lil shriek and jumped. When she turned and saw how close they were and felt how hard he already was against the small of her back, she blushed. Her heart filled with fear and a trinkling of desire. He saw her blush and laughed a low, slow, wicked laugh. He turned her to face him, still pressing her real close to his desire; brought his lips to her ear and whispered, “You blush deliciously. Does that blush go all the way down? I wonder”
She blushed some more and he whispered seductively again, “Tell me, does the blush go all the way down?” and she swallowed as a shiver convulsed her.
She was confused as to whether he demanded an answer to his question or not, and if he did… Really, what had she to say to that? He’d meant to torment her some more, but when he looked into her eyes, all his self-restraint went with the breeze. He wanted nothing more than to kiss her and so he pulled her closer to him, flattening her breasts against his firmly muscled chest. His eyes were gleaming fiercely, and she suddenly realized – suddenly knew – that nothing, not even her, was going to stop the slow descent of his lips onto hers.
Immediately his lips claimed hers, the impact was electrifying. She froze for a moment, and melted into his arms like butter, the next moment. His desire was fierce, raw and consuming like an unquenchable inferno. He wanted her. That much was obvious. But did she want him too? She’d spent the past few weeks avoiding any contact with him, but she’d worry about that later. For now… she craved his kiss and touch.
This was her first kiss. She didn’t know how to respond to it, but she was willing to learn. By God she was! She kissed him back, her lips moving with artless wonder, her tongue darting out shyly to match his in the dance of love. She imitated the movement of his lips against hers and she was learning fast. He tasted like brandy and something else, something distinctly him. She never wanted this moment to end. She wanted to continue drinking the sweet nectar from the fountain of love in his mouth. She wanted…
Then suddenly… “Bibi? where are you? Come help mummy lift some boxes”. She pushed him away with his lips still on hers; alarmed at the sudden voice of intrusion. He looked at her with longing in his eyes, but his mum called his name again as she approached the balcony and he knew he had to leave. So he did.
She watched him leave after giving her a look that held promises and she gave a sigh of relief mixed with regret after he left. Relief for what she feared he would’ve done to her if they had hadn’t been interrupted; regret for what she’d missed since they hadn’t…
Watch out for part 3
Article Written by @Le_Tiny
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