“No, I should not bother you.” I looked at my fingers on my lap. I felt like I have no rights to look at him anymore.
“To be honest, it’s been a while since the last time I drink with a sweet companion.” He sighed.
“Too busy making money?”
“Haha, nope, I have enough for having a pretty long holiday.” He smiled. I poured him some more wine. He took a sip, then said, “I don’t know why I told you that haha,” his smile faded.
Another long pause, I would not asking anything about it, I thought that topic would stop right there, but he continued instead “I just don’t have the feel anymore with anyone, and I don’t want to hurt anybody or use anybody to entertain me, you know,”
“Ah someone will be just fine to entertain you,” like me.
“You don’t understand, I mean, I just… Ah forget it, I should go, before you entertain me.” He finished his wine fast.
“Okay, just close the door, please. I’m sorry” I said. I’ve got too much, I won’t ask for more.
Another silence made our gap wider. I didn’t know what should I do. He just my wildest dream. Still a dream.
Then I saw his hand moving, he grasped my chin and pulled my face up. His eyes laid on mine, locked.
“Don’t be sorry,” He whispered.
He closed his eyes as his lips touched mine. My lips burnt with desire. He moaned erotically, made my whole body shook. My nose was fully blocked with his, I opened my mouth to breathe, but then his tongue was expertly exploring my mouth. My tongue tentatively stroked his and joined his in a slow, erotic dance that’s all about touch and sensation, all bump and grind. His right hand held my head still, pulled my face to his, his left hand grabbed my waist closer. I touched his neck, made erotic moves with my fingers, moved to his back, rubbed it gently.