Page 95 of Sumanika

"Well, you made it easy for me," he said in a slow voice. I shifted a little to sit beside him, lowering my legs to the floor and holding his hand.

“Did she force you?” I tried to ask, and he furrowed his brows.

"I was not very mature to know what was forcing. But, she was attractive; she used to call me inside when she was changing, you know, like helping her to tie her blouse, and she used to do such things. The Prince was outside for some tour or visit, and they used to live alone in this small state like it was under some bigger Kingdom," He muttered, and I nodded.

"Oh, then?" I asked slowly, and he smiled slightly, listening to me.

"Then, one day, she asked me to strip naked for her, like as some prize. I felt bad, but she argued that I had seen most of her, so I should show myself. That day, she laid me under her, and it happened. She rode me. When it happened, a few times, I tried to ask why she was doing it. Her husband was good. She said something that I did not know. She said that she also loved her husband, but at a certain age, love fades away, and things come down to needs. The husband wants a wife to run the home, and the wife wants her husband to do the outside work. And she said that her husband cannot satisfy her," He muttered in a slow voice, and I smiled a little.

“Well, don’t worry; I wouldn’t want our first time to be like that, with me riding you,”

He burst into slow laughter.“That was not the moral of the story,” he said, looking at me as I furrowed my brows.

“It was not?” I asked, and he shook his head.“No, it was not,” I smiled as he held my hand.

“I’m afraid I wouldn’t make a good husband. The girl I liked called me a manwhore, and you deserve better, Suman, seriously,” he said, inhaling deeply as I looked at him.

I lowered my gaze to our intertwined hands and brought his hand closer to my cheeks. He gulped, looking at me, and I said,“With my experience, I know what a man’s touch is, and I can bet your touch is something that doesn’t exist in any other man. You might convince me to marry someone else, but I wouldn’t be afraid of his touch; there’s no guarantee of it. Don’t worry; I don’t want to stay with you if you don’t want to,” I tried to say, and he immediately pulled me closer, shaking his head.

“It’s not like that,” he shifted slightly, pulling his leg up, and I couldn’t help but slide into his lap, spreading my legs apart. My breathing quickened.

“Then why do you want to push me away?” I tried to ask, and he replied,“Because you deserve someone better.” I gulped and cupped his cheek, saying,“I just want to ask you one thing.”

“Anything.”

"Will you leave me for any other woman?"

"Over my dead body,"

That was it.

“Then, I choose you in every situation,” I exclaimed, and he immediately wrapped his arms around me, flipping me down onto the bed with a swift motion.

My eyes widened with shock, and he brought his lips dangerously closer to mine in a mere moment.

“I’ve never kissed anyone. Do you want to take the lead?” he asked slowly, and I gulped nervously.

"Me?" I questioned, and he nodded.

I sucked on my lips and tried to ask. "Um, I think I have bad breath,"

He shook his head.

"It's okay. I have tasted something used to make a man obsessed with a woman, so bad breath would not affect it.” His words flushed my cheek, and I looked into his eyes. I brought my trembling fingers close to his cheek and looked at his lips. They were full and dark pink, and I gently brushed my thumb on them before lifting my face a little and pecking them momentarily.

I immediately looked into his eyes with confusion. Did he like it?

And he smiled a little.

“My turn,” he murmured, leaning in closer to press his lips against mine. Our noses touched, and I felt his hand wrap around my waist, bringing him closer to me. I sensed his lips parting as he drew mine into his mouth momentarily before lifting his face to meet my gaze again.

My mouth went dry. My heart raced, and my eyes widened with the sensations flowing through my body. The new itch in my core caused me to pull my knees up, and I rolled my cold toes with hesitation.

He gazed at me in silence, and I questioned whether he wanted more.

“My turn?” I asked, and he nodded briefly.

I sucked on my lips, tasting his saliva off, and cupped both of his cheeks again, firmer this time. And, pulling myself up, I placed my lips under his.

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