In fact, she knew at the back of her mind that it was only starting. His hands were like hands of a sinful angel in her mind, and they explored all over her body while his mouth was busy working on her nipples and breast.

They glided sensuously to her knees and then back upwards. And all she could do was to tangle her fingers into her raven black hair. Her entire body was aching, her lower parts felt swollen and were pulsating in want of something more than this already enticing, mind-blowing pleasure.

When his fingers finally reached her sex, her breath hitched in her throat. This… this was what she was waiting for. For him to pay attention to that aching and pulsating part as well. She was dying for him to finally touch her there.

“S… sam…” she moaned, wantonly arching herself against his hand. Impatience gripped her as her desire for more become seemingly unbearable.

He caressed her, so gently, taking his time, lingering all over but just missing that certain sweet spot. Oh god… she was going to die with from impatience. Was he trying to kill her faster than her allotted time?! She wanted him to just stop with his teasing and just… take her now. Right this instant. She could feel her impatience as a physical and palpable force.

“Sam… that’s enough… can’t wait anymore. Do it now. I’m… more than ready now.” She complained as she writhed under his hands.

Her eyes stretched wide when he moved his hand from her aching sex. Before she could protest, he kissed her mouth, effectively silencing more complaints from coming out.

“Not yet, sweetheart.” He whispered when he broke the kiss.

Zary knotted her brows. Confusion flooded her dazed eyes. Why? Why should she wait longer?

“It’s still a little too early…” he added and Zary’s creased brows knotted even harder. Why does it seem that she did not understand what he was referring to?

“You’re… you’re talking about you, right?” she asked, hazarding a guess. And his eyes widened ever so slightly followed by a moment of stillness.

He pressed his lips tight and buried his face into the crook of her neck, groaning as he kissed her there.

But she could feel as though he was smiling.

All too soon, he pulled away again and looked at her. There was no sign of laughter being suppressed on his features.

“No, Zary. I meant it’s still a little too early for you –”

“Oh gods, Sam!” She cut him off impatiently. “I am actually quite too late for this, okay? Yes, way too late especially when compared to –”

He suddenly kissed her, sealing her mouth and burying a low and rich sound, that felt like suppressed laugh. Before she could start to wonder if he was really laughing, his kissed turned harder, deeper as his tongue invaded her oral cavern with passion.

“I meant, you still need a little bit more wetness, sweetheart.” He whispered right into her ear the next time he pulled away. “Because I told you I will never hurt you. I need to make you much wetter. As wet as possible.”

That whisper made her shudder with need. He captured her mouth again and stabbed his tongue inside, kissing her senseless, awakening a series of delicious pulses in her intimate places.

A dreadful urge to make him go faster poured over her. And she gripped a fistful of his hair as he slid his fiery tongue lower and lower.

His teasing fingers were back to her softness. Parting her folds, caressing them, so gently, so slowly. She waited and waited for him to up his game. For him to slide that long finger of his inside her. Though she had never tried this – putting her own finger inside herself – when she sometimes touched herself before, she had read from countless novels that this was pleasurable. She wanted him to do it. To make her experience how it truly felt in reality.

Even right now she knew it will feel incredibly amazing. Because she was already writhing with lust and desire just by him touching her only on the surface. How much more when he…

She suddenly jerked the moment he started to plunge his finger inside her. Her sudden movement caused the intrusion not to happen.

Her eyes widened when he met her gaze.

But she quickly managed to speak. “Go… on… don’t stop.” She breathed out heavily.

“You never…”

She shook her head before he could even finish what he was trying to say. She knew what he was about to ask. Looking away again as she covered her mouth with the back of her hand.

“I only touched. Never tried...”

He withdrew his hand, shocking her. “Wait.” She caught his wrist. “I don’t mean I want you to stop. I’d like to… experience it.”

“Me fingering you?”

His extremely direct question almost caused her to be apoplectic. She felt like steam was going to rise from ears now. This… naughty robot!

“Y-yes. So don’t stop and continue.” She said boldly. Right now, her desire and lust were just stronger than anything else. Overwhelming all reason. And she placed her hand back on his.

A soft, sexy chuckle echoed as he kissed her jaw.

“No, sweetheart.” He whispered, confusing Zary again.

“Huh? Why?”

“I changed my… I have a change of plan, Zary.”

“What exactly are you talking about?”

“I now don’t want my fingers to take the honour.” He answered, eyes boring into hers meaningfully.

“H-huh?” Unable to take it any longer, Zary was about to pull herself up and just grab at him when Sam pulled back, kneeling with him between her legs.

He pulled the tie of his robe while his gaze was still glued onto hers. Then he discarded the robe with a flick of his hands.

Zary’s eyes strayed down and lingered at the awesome sight that made her almost chocked on her own saliva.. Her eyes went wide with shock.