Rather, I was kind of happy that it was him. After all, he was the one who had seen my naked soul, yet could not care less about the wounds in it.
"You're beautiful," he muttered. "I was sure of it, but now it feels unreal."
He was not touching me at all, rather he was observing my body, taking in the sight that my body had to offer. I wondered if I was worth looking at. I was too slender for my age, but the way he looked at me made me feel so special that I forgot about my insecurities.
Suddenly he pushed me on the soft mattress and before I could catch my breath, he started kissing me. His hands found my breasts with aggressive movements that I almost thought that time had fastened itself.
He bit on my lips and the moment my lips parted, he pushed his tongue inside. We had kissed like this a while ago, but this time, it was too intense.
