Chapter 52 CHAPTER 52
ROMAN’S POV
“Are you okay?” I asked, genuinely curious with how sharply she moved away. But still… I couldn’t help pausing slightly after. The panic in those eyes hitting me face fist. Her brows furrowing, lips parting, she was thinking of something. She was worrying about something, there was conflict in those brown eyes.
There was always conflict. Like she was constantly having some sort of internally battle with herself. The only time I didn’t notice such was when she laughed. Or moaned in pleasure while eating chocolate cakes.
Did she still eat chocolate cakes? She used to love them. A lot.
“AL,” I heard myself call her. The nickname easily falling from my lips, my eyes zeroed on those big brown eyes. “Do you still enjoy chocolate cakes?” I asked her.
“W-what?” She blinked, unstable. I held her. Steadied her in my arms. She looked up, soft. Precious.
“Chocolate cakes,” I repeated still, a whisper. “Do you still eat them? Enjoy them. You used to love them a lot. Loved eating them after coming back from the beach. On rainy days too. Your little ritual. Tradition.”
“Tradition?”
“Family tradition,” I added, then she kept silent. I kept silent. We stayed quiet. Standing together, the pool water surrounding us but while in that, my eyes slowly began drifting. To her features. Her smooth fair skin that’d gone pale due to the water, thick brown curls drenched and making a mess on top of her head, sticking her face. The sides. Little curly patterns already forming, framing the hot chocolate magnet that were her eyes, a little button nose, and finally…
Her lips.
Those lips…
My eyes concentrated there a little more than the others I won’t lie. I stared at them. The bow shaped redness perfectly structured on her face.
They were still red. That part caught me, I couldn’t believe her lips were still so naturally reddish. I remembered spending hours into study time, pretending to study whereas I was busy staring at her. Staring at her lips. Become so fascinated by how such a soft, gentle structure could exact such stimulation enough to shut my entire brain down from just a single contact.
One kiss.
She had me back then. Had me hard, I lost my mind.
But now looking at them again, I couldn’t help but wonder. Wondered what they tasted like now. How soft they were, if she’d acquired even more skills given how excellent looking they were.
And as though hearing my thoughts, she slowly tucked them between her teeth. Wetting them and tugging. All the while staring at me.
Hot.
“You haven’t answered me.” the words flowed out, my hand trailing her cheek, holding her gaze. A bit of hair moved behind, “Do you still like chocolate cakes, AL? Do you still eat them, get some on your face, the edge of your lips…making them all soft and mushy, just enough for me to lick them off.”
Her eyes widened, breath caught at my words. What, she didn’t remember that? I remembered even more than that.
Her lips parted lightly upon my touch. My palm cupping her cheek with a gentle stroke, feeling the warmth underneath that soft skin, her breath warm, body warmer as we somehow we grew close right then and there.
“AL...” my eyes remained on her lips. That part. I couldn’t help but touch it. The corner of her lips, the exact place I used to lick off those chocolate bits. I touched it and it all felt so was warm. So fucking warm and damn near crazy as I floated in front of her. Without thinking i pushed a finger in right then. Instantly meeting the source of heat, a sleek wetness plus tightness of her entire mouth. Her small mouth.
Her eyes drifted close upon contact, not pushing me off, my thumb going all the way and feeling her the fuck out. And worse?
She sucked.
She sucked on it, my finger. The scene of my thumb moving in and out between her lips, trapped, getting licked, her eyes closed, seemingly enjoying it…
“Fuck,” was all I could let out. “Oh fuck…”
It looked too good.
But that was all it took.
Her eyes snapped open right then. Fast, sharp, and with that she instantly let go of my thumb, freeing it from the warmth of her mouth, her body instantly cold. Then next thing I know,
“E-excuse me,” she turned away instantly. Swimming completely away from me as she exited the pool, grabbed a towel, and her small frame disappearing from my sight. Fast.
But I knew it.
I felt that.