Wait, did he say Nineteen?
“For someone your age, it’s nice to see how industrious you are,” I sat close to him,
“Saw your pictures on Instagram.”
“Oh, thank you,” he blushed slightly, “It’s just ahobby, I’m not sure I’m that good.”
“You are,” I said and took a sip of brandy, I could feel the liquid set fire to my insides, “Ahh, hits the spot. So, why are you single?”
“I’m too sexy for this world,” he replied.
“Pfft, was that a Drake reference?” I laughed.
“Well, yeah but it’s kind of the truth,” he sighed, “People just take one look at me and decide I’m too good-looking for them or to be single.”
I could relate a bit with that, except well I was regarded as misshapen with my blue eyes and brunette hair.
“Because of that, I haven’t even dated anyone at all,” he laughed.
“Oh, you poor thing,” I felt bad for him, “You have at least kissed someone before right?”
He was silent.
“Oh… Well, how about you kiss me,” I offered.
“You don’t have to,” he was flustered but didn’t look like he was against the idea.
“It’ll be fine, it’ll taste like lemons and a bit of brandy,” I sat on his lap, “Close your eyes.”
He obeyed.
I read somewhere that when wolves licked the lips of another, it was a means of showing affection. Truth be told it had another meaning… A meaning that I would reveal to you much later in the story.
I licked his lips and he was a bit startled but kept his eyes closed.
I licked them again and this time he gasped. This was fun.
I licked the left side of his lips and he tilted left. I licked the middle and he opened his lips slightly, in an attempt to catch my passing tongue. I slid my tongue into his mouth and by pure instinct, he started sucking on it. I held his head and engaged him in a fullon kiss.
Judging by his clumsy way of trying to hold me, or the fact that he hit my teeth a few times, it was evident that it was his first time. But despite how inexperienced he was,
I didn’t hate it.
This man was doing something to me and whatever it was… I didn’t hate it.