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bottom lip and reverts instead back into a
parted-lip kiss. Much to my surprise, I actually want to reciprocate his
actions. Hesitantly, I gently suck on his lower lip, mimicking what he did to
me. I feel my actions are a bit awkward, but he groans approvingly, obviously
pleased with my efforts.
    I’ve lost my mind, I know. Maybe it was something in the
food. The guy has truth serum. Maybe he slipped an aphrodisiac in my eggs. But
I know he hasn’t drugged me. I’d feel it if he had.
    His fingers spear through my damp hair. I sense he wants to
take control, and I stop sucking his lip. He backs away slightly, breaking our
kiss, and I tilt my head back in a way I don’t quite understand. I think I’m
silently pleading with him to take control.
    Once again his parted lips press against mine, only harder.
His tongue plunges past my lips, claiming my mouth. I’m not certain if he wants
me to push back against him or not, so I tentatively meet his firm tongue with
mine. As if sensing my uncertainty, he murmurs something affirmatively.
    A strange warmth settles deep in my belly. I’ve never had
anyone make me feel this way before.
    After several minutes, his tongue slowly pulls from my
mouth. I whimper in protest, not wanting him to stop. His firm lips remain
parted, and his hand presses against my back. He’s obviously encouraging me to
do something, but I’m not sure what. Quickly catching his want, I gingerly ease
my tongue between his lips. Again he murmurs approvingly. I’m shocked at how
much he can tell me in a soft sound or in a gentle press of his fingers.
    When I was in school, I was told to engage in sexual
practices, which my eager boyfriend willingly provided, but no one ever
explained stuff like this to me. I was always taught that the clit was the
source of all pleasure and joy, but no matter how enthusiastically Steven
pressed or flicked or ground against my clit, I could never find joy in the
experience. I used to just scream “Oh yeah”, thinking that’s what I was supposed
to do.
    I never dreamed that kissing alone could be like this…and
certainly not from my enemy.
    A bit bolder, I plunge my tongue deeper in his mouth. I can
tell he’s pleased. It’s a little harder for me to take the offensive like this.
I like it better when his tongue fills my mouth.
    His fingers tap softly against my back, and I can tell he
wants me to stop, which I do. He breaks our kiss but doesn’t back off. A bit
loopy and confused, I open my eyes.
    “Come with me.” He takes my hand and pulls me to my feet. I
offer no protest as he leads me from the kitchen and up the stairs. He leads me
to a different room than the one he questioned me in. This room has a plush
queen-sized bed with a snow-white comforter.
    The moment I walk into the bedroom, I stop.
    “Come here. I won’t hurt you.” Holding my hand, he tugs me
forward, coaxing me to move. I reluctantly follow him to the bed. Without
releasing me, he folds over the plush bedding, exposing the ivory sheets. He
sweeps his hand toward the mattress, indicating exactly where he wants me.
    I swallow hard as my limbs turn to lead. I don’t move. I
can’t. He tugs me toward him and then turns me slightly. Eyeing me darkly, he
pushes me down on the bed. I don’t fight him as he slips my limp body under the
blankets and sheets. A bit confused with everything, I only watch him slip off
his boots and then his hat. He doesn’t take off his uniform, though, or even
his gloves.
    He slides under the covers and gathers me in his arms. “Now
try to relax again, like you did downstairs. You were doing well in the
kitchen.”
    I have no idea why, but I actually like his gentle praising.
He eases himself next to me before pressing his lips firmly against mine. We
essentially pick up where we left off, but instead, I’m now lying on what feels
like a cloud.
    We don’t take turns anymore as we did downstairs. He
alternates between sucking my bottom lip and pushing his tongue in my