Chapter 3 [18+]

Warning: 18+ content!

He returned home to her, staring at the laptop screen in her lap without typing a word on it. Her thigh was rocking, up and down, and she was evading his eyes as if he wasn't there.

The living room was lit up by the setting sunlight entering through the open glass door beside the warm sitting on the floor. The cold breeze was coming in, chilling the entire room.

He gazed at her with pensive eyebrows as he placed the paper bag of oranges on the kitchen counter and then organized the apartment, wanting to question her dilemma. But he could not bring himself to speak a word.

With an increasing desire to question her, he sat before her, under the warmth of the Kotatsu, and peeped at her dazed expressions, faking to watch the cooking show on the TV. 'Her hair — why are they like that?'

'Did I do something wrong? She seemed okay when I left.' He set his gaze on the TV and bit his lower lip, wondering if he had done anything to upset her.

When he could not find any mistake, he breathed deeply, turned around his neck, and asked with a passive tone. "Do you want something?"

His eyes waited for her response. Her eyes met his after a weary blink and peered darkly, her body motionless, her hands fisting above the blanket, on her thighs. 'What do I do? How do I solve this issue?' She was thinking, her eyelashes fluttering before her vision.

"Are -- are you sick?" He consciously stood up, and sat on his knees before her, placing his hands on his thighs, the downy texture of pajamas somehow soothing him through the gust of frosty breeze striking his face.

He looked at her with his black eyes drawn together then at the open window. His eyes returned, and he noticed her dry lips and hands. He checked her temperature, his palm on her forehead, and found her to be of sound temperature, regardless of the frosty breeze.

He breathed in subtle relief and bit his lower lip again, appealing in a low tone, "Did something happen?"

She said nothing. He sat there for a good minute, his eyes anticipating, and then stood up to close the glass door also because his question went unanswered

He did not wish to disturb her. He was also worried. But before he could take a step, he felt an icy grasp around his warm wrist.

The icy grasp froze his feet on the spot. His breathing hitched. 'What is happening?' He thought.

But before he could create a sense out of her peculiar behavior, she discarded her laptop and yanked him on the warm sitting in between her legs, and wrapped her arms around his chest, tucking his shoulders.

She rested her chin on his shoulder, closed her eyes, and exhaled softly in surrender. She had lost the battle against her mind, giving in to her instinct.

"Z-ziya?" He muttered, his pupils dilated, and clumsily grasped onto her arms around his chest, slightly turning his head to look at her closed eyes.

"Just stay here. Just -- for a while -- stay like this." Her tone was soft and sore. He did not gather why and the meaning behind it, neither could she.

"You must be cold." She breathed in his ear and tightened her grasp around his chest, creasing his blue woolen sweater. Then, she locked his thighs with her legs and tugged his body closer to hers.

"Ziya?" He whimpered at the sensation of her ample breasts squeezing onto his back and delicately freed himself from her grasp. He turned around and sat in between her legs, questioning, "Did - what happened?"

He required the reason behind her actions, for she had never yanked him into her arms like that.

She did not respond to the question. She did not have the heart to tell him that she regretted unconsciously rejecting his affection, that she had no way to salvage the distance she had created between them, and that she loathed herself to be the reason behind his tears.

She stared at his anxious eyes for a few heavy seconds before she protected him with a blanket, leaving herself without its warmth.

His body flinched with the sudden warmth. He watched her hurriedly protect his head with the blanket, and at the growing look in her eyes which he could not understand, and seized her hands beside his cheeks. "Ziya?"

His warm grasp halted her, pulling her out of a stupor. She sat inaudibly in front of his appealing eyes, then whispered, "I should take better care of you," inclining and placing her chin onto his shoulder.

His eyebrows wrinkled. He did not understand her. She wrapped her arms around him, tucking his arms in. She tugged his body by his waist, causing the blanket to fall off of his shoulder.

Her cold fingers slipped vigorously into his hair and cupped the back of his head. Her touch was gentle and careful, making him feel protected.

She took a deep breath at the nape of his neck and tenderly pressed her lips onto his supple skin. Leisurely and gently, her lips pecked on the same spot.

His serenity escaped his body; he panted. A chilly rush surged into his nerves, which he had not felt in a long time.

He whimpered. She continued kissing with swelling hunger until she clutched a fistful of the sweater from the neck and yanked it, exposing his shoulder.

His pale skin glistened in the sunlight and quivered in the breeze entering in. His toes curled, and he closed his eyes. His body was throbbing, his belly slowly riling inside.

She smirked at his sweet moans and swaying body and kissed down his shoulder, delighted by the softness and the scent of his skin. It was so soft, like ice cream against her lips, only with a hint of warmth in it.

"Ziya!" He moaned and planted his palms on the warm seat, balancing his body. She grasped his chin and turned his head to the right, kissing his exposed neck. Her delicate lips relished his warm skin and warm moans once again until she grew hungry for more.

She began faintly growling against his skin, nibbling his skin with her lips. He felt her teeth also join in and nip his neck, making him moan even more.

She licked where she had kissed and bit, soaking his skin with her saliva and printing it with her teeth. Long and luscious licks only drove chills down his spine, further reaching to his cock inside his pajamas.

Her tongue continued licking up, and her teeth biting and reaching his ear. He had never felt anything like that. She had never licked his ears, never finding out one of his other sweet spots.

His hands fisted on the warm sitting and his cock grew bigger inside his pants. He was getting sensitive when she bit his earlobe.

He whined against her ear. "Zi-Ziya!"

She stopped. Admired his flushed cheeks, his heavy breaths, and his swollen eyes, breathing thickly onto his lips.

Her eyes darkened. She tilted her head to the right and swayed his body, guiding his back against her chest.

His breaths hitched, his eyebrows wrinkled; her hardened nipples poking onto his back.

She wrapped his thigh with her curled legs and yanked off his sweater, leaving his hair unruly and his skin exposed to the wintry breeze coming from the door.

"Ziya!" He shivered and moved to cuddle in her arms, turning around to do so. But she stopped him and wrapped her arm around his neck, clutching his jaw, and whispered into his ear, "Lift your hips.

He whimpered bashfully and lifted his hips, watching her hands lazily pull his checked pajamas down to his knees, along with his white underwear.

His dick was erected in the air, swollen and pulsating. He closed his eyes shut, the red on his cheeks darkening, and plopped his head onto her shoulder, exhaling with a moan.

He was so shy seeing his dick like standing up like a toy, so desperate and impatient.

"You're so fucking hard." She breathed, resting her chin on his shoulder, and grasped his thick dick. It was pulsating in her hand. She could feel his heartbeat through the nerves on his dick, slimy and hard.

It rushed her blood, rumbled her belly, and thawed up her pussy. She grasped his throat with her free hand and whispered through her raspy throat, licking his earlobe. "Your dick is as beautiful as you are."

END OF THE CHAPTER

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