I was stunned by his question. My brain scrambled for the meaning and layers behind those words. And there stood Robert, towering above me with this knowing smile of his, charming and mischievous at the same time.
"Want me to explain?" he asked again in a low teasing voice. Dark eyes burning into mine, as if waiting for me to say yes.
I turned my face away, not wanting to see him. My heart was racing with the shift of the mattress beneath his weight. Robert sat beside me, so close that the warmth of his body was undeniable.
"You're so quiet now, Amy," he whispered, his voice dropping an octave. "That's not like you."
"I. I don't know what you're talking about," I stammered, hating how shaky my voice sounded.
"Don't play coy," he said, his mouth twisted into a sneer as he leaned closer, his breath teasing my skin. "You asked what I've explored so far. Shall I remind you?" he asked.
I didn't answer. I couldn't. My throat was parched, my heart thudding against my ribs like a drum. He pulled back a little, letting the tension between us boil like a cauldron before speaking again.
"Let me start with your eyes," he whispered, his voice soft but deliberate. "They give you away every time. Every emotion, every thought—you can't hide anything from me, Amy."
His words made me feel exposed, but there was a strange comfort in knowing he noticed even the smallest details about me.
"And then there are your lips," he continued, his fingers reaching up to brush against my lower lip. "Soft, trembling… They almost beg to be kissed."
I shivered at his touch, my breath catching as his fingers lingered just a moment too long. He smiled, clearly taking pleasure in the effect he was having on me.
"Your cheeks," he said, his hand coming up to cradle my face. "They flush so beautifully when you're embarrassed or. excited."
His hand moving further down my neck. " Your neck is attractive ", he said and gave a kiss and sucked on my neck for a second. That made me close my eyes and exhaled with my mouth.
He took his index finger down my neck, opening my shirt buttons one by one.
" Your shoulders are broad and adds a beautiful shape to your body. When I touch your shoulders, you feel comfortable and secured with me and I loved it. But, when I kiss on your shoulders, your eyes asks me to go further and take off your straps and explore much more. Don't you, baby ? " he said in a teasy tone.
I just smiled with shy. He might be correct but I'm shy to accept it.
He took off my straps and kissed on my shoulders and moving down slowly.
"Robert," I finally found the words to say, my voice barely above a whisper. "What are you doing?" I asked.
"I'm making a point," he said, his voice steady, but with a firmness. "You asked me what I've explored, and I'm telling you. I've explored every inch of you that you've allowed me to. But I want more," he said.
His eyes and fingers moving towards my boobs. " This cleavage is really beautiful and you do go extreme when I touch your boobs. You love it when I tease your nipples. It's beautiful," he describing further.
The intensity of the words made a shiver go down my spine, but terrified me at the same time. He was pushing the boundaries I never knew I had, and I wasn't sure how to respond to him.
"I don't know if I'm ready for more," I confessed, my voice shaking.
Robert's face relaxed, and he leaned back a little, allowing me some room to catch my breath. "That's okay," he said softly. "I'm not in a hurry, Amy. I just want you to be honest with yourself—and with me," he said.
His words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken emotion. For the first time, I realized how patient he had been with me, how carefully he had navigated the fragile balance between us.
He came back to my boobs and started kissing from my cleavage and kissed further on my boobs. He is making circles around my nipples and looking into my eyes. His gaze is intense but I want to face it this time . No more closing eyes.
I looked into his eyes, "I… I do want more," I confessed, surprising even myself. "But I don't know how to handle it," I said
"You don't have to handle it alone," he said, his voice steady and reassuring. "We'll take it one step at a time, together."
He reached for the water bottle on the table, unscrewing the cap and taking a long sip. Then, with a mischievous glint in his eye, he held the bottle out to me.
"You might need this," he said with a smirk. "Hydration is important."
I rolled my eyes but took the bottle anyway, being grateful for this brief distraction. As I drank, I was aware of his eyes on me, watching every single move I made with an intensity that made my cheeks burn.
When I returned the bottle to him, our fingers brushed together, and a spark passed between us. He smiled, set the bottle down before leaning closer.
"You're beautiful, Amy," he whispered softly, his voice heavy with a sincerity that made my heart ache. "You have no idea how much I—"
He caught himself and let the words trail away, his gaze fixed on mine. The silence was deafening, full of all we weren't saying.
And then, before I could even figure out what the hell was going on, he leaned in, his lips coming to mine in a gentle press, almost hesitant at first, like he was just waiting for me to push him away. He deepened the kiss when I didn't; his hands went to cradle my face as if pouring everything unsaid into this one moment.
I melted into him, hands grasping his shirt as I finally let myself go to all the feelings I had been fighting for so long. The world outside just melted away, and we were just left there in the world of our own making, lost in each other.
As we pulled apart both were panting for air. He leaned forward and pressed his forehead against mine. His eyes scanned mine, seeking some sign of regret.
"Are you all right?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
I nodded; I couldn't speak. My heart was still racing, and my mind was a whirlwind of emotions, but for the first time in a long time, I felt… whole.
"Good," he said with a small smile. "Because this is only the begining," he said.