I Couldn't Tell You Who It Was

Unable to reach the bed, we toppled on the floor.

The man who fell on top of me was so heavy and hot that I was breathless. Just like that, we kissed as I lay underneath him. Once, twice, thrice. The more we kissed, the smile on the man who gazed at me grew deeper. When I said that I was in love, I could tell that the man’s heart leaped in joy. Each time the curled corners of his lips overlapped mine, his heat and thirst spread to my body.

As we made out, my clothes were stripped deliriously. Tired of yanking off my buttons one by one, he pulled up my entire shirt. The hairs on my abruptly exposed skin rose. However, the other’s tongue and lips heated my skin instantly.

His right hand moved down, undid my pants, and slid inside. I could feel his hand above my underwear, and it was hotter than my member. Like he didn’t know what he was holding, he slowly stroked my member teasingly.

“Ah, ah…” When I made sounds, he stopped licking my stomach and below my chest and swallowed my lips. He asked for entry, and I opened up. The flesh that I grew used to filled me up.

Beyond the thin fabric, his long middle and fourth fingers rubbed at my member. His movements were so gentle that I felt impatient. His fingertips traced down my shaft and the base, and when he reached the cleft of my a*s, it got worse. I felt exasperated with the thin sheet of fabric that blocked him from entering me.

“Hngh…” The light pleasure tickled my groin and lower belly. The dry heat in my undergarments started to grow humid. My lips that were bitten and licked by him already had long become wet. In the short moment that our lips parted, my shirt was completely stripped off. He also removed his top.

I had already been entangled with him once before, so I knew what was coming next. Still, when his palms touched my chest, I felt a different feeling than before. For some reason, my heart tightened, so I caressed his face. I stroked his brow bone, beneath his sweat-drenched bangs, with my right thumb. His soft eyeballs underneath his closed eyelids didn’t move. When I pulled my finger down to his cheek, he opened his eyes and made a wry grin. His black eyes underneath his long and dark eyelashes were the same as before he closed his eyes. In turn, he pulled my hand and kissed my thumb and palms.

“Why?” he asked.

I didn’t reply and simply watched what he was doing. Despite mixing our bodies countless times thus far, I had never looked at his face properly. His big and long eyes were reminiscent of all of “them.” His smile was also similar. His overall impression was similar, yet the face was still that of an unfamiliar person. Regardless, the other was affectionate and lovely.

When he grazed my wrist with his teeth, I lifted both arms and pulled him closer. Then, he stopped fondling me and squeezed me back. I could hear his low chuckle in my ear. It was a joyful and melodious laugh. My head resonated with it. As I hugged the other with my half-aroused body, my heart pounded wildly, so hard that my chest throbbed.

“How peculiar.” He pecked my ears and whispered, “We didn’t do anything, yet I’m so happy. I’m happy, but I also want to get inside you quickly. I’m having a hard time holding back because I want to do something, but I love this moment so much that I don’t want it to end. I’m so happy that I don’t know what to do with myself.”

It was as he said. We were simply holding each other in our arms, yet our breathing grew shallower. I was seized with a strange exaltation. His hands weren’t touching my member and his tongue wasn’t licking my skin, yet as if they were there, my body felt more and more feverish. That made it harder to move even a single finger. It was such a fragile moment that I couldn’t do anything. The only thing I could do was gasp along with the other’s heartbeat.

“Let’s stay like this for a bit longer,” he mumbled, his voice sounding like the ticking seconds on a clock. I bit him lightly on his shoulders which exuded a hot scent. His arms wrapped around my back more firmly. It wasn’t uncomfortable. I wanted to embrace him tighter.

“A bit more…” Despite what he said, he sounded restless, and I counted down to myself.

Three.

“Do you feel that? That you’re hard?”

Two.

“You’re so cute.”

One.

“But I’m also hard.”

“What should I do?” The last thing he said was muffled as the words were crushed on my skin.

Following that, I gasped, “Ah!”