Even if Alan turned off the lights, it wouldn’t make a difference. She would still be able to see him. With her eyes closed, she decided to wait a little longer. “Wait,” she said, opening her eyes and gripping Alan’s hand that was on her lower back.
“I knew you couldn’t do it like that,” he said, “better with lights on, huh?”
“You’re infuriating,” she said.
“Why? What did I do?” he asked.
“You knew it would feel like that but you didn’t stop me,” she said.
“I wanted you to experience it yourself,” he said with a smile, “So do you want the lights off or on?”
Alan’s wandering hands moved to her back, stroking. Siana shook her head. “Just do it already,” she said.
“With the lights off?” he asked.
“Yeah,” she said.
She hated it that he pretended to not hear her. But she wasn’t in a mood to argue. Siana felt out of her head, maybe because of the wine which was finally kicking in. Alan smirked and brought his head down to kiss her on her neck, again. He slowly placed his kisses from the nape of her neck to her collarbone and past her br*asts.
His warm breath poured over her chest, down to her stomach, to her hips. He kissed her. She trembled. His hands played with her peaks; being smothered under his palms felt strange. He came up to her chest, his lips playing with her m*unds, licking her n*ppl*s.
Siana trembled and m*aned. It was a shock for her to hear herself in this manner which she had never before thought herself capable of. She wanted to cover her mouth with her hands but the feel of the pillow on her palms reminded her of the bet.
Alan wasn’t inside her, yet. She could, technically, remove her hands from the pillow if she wanted to, but she didn’t. She didn’t know what to do with her hands if she let go of the pillow. Alan, meanwhile, sucked at her taut peaks, making her tremble and stifle her gasps under his mercy. Her waist thrust against him, and she felt something trickle from below. Although she had been embarrassed before at the prospect of spending the night with him, now she felt confused, bizarre. She felt her int*m*te parts tighten and throb, while her fluids leaked.
Is it natural to feel something like this? Siana wasn’t convinced. Alan’s lips at her n*ppl*s made her thought incoherent but the liquid flowing from between her legs seemed strange to her. She grabbed him by his arm.
“Alan, wait,” she said.
“If you are thinking of running away,” he whispered, “it’s a little late for that.”
“No, something is strange,” she said hurriedly.
“Strange?” said Alan, lifting his head from her chest to look at her.
Siana looked away, avoiding his stare. “Do I really have to say it?” she asked, “Can we just stop here?”
“If you don’t tell me,” he said, “I won’t know what is wrong.”
“Uh…,” she stammered, “something is strange down there.”
She shut her mouth. She was too ashamed to say anything any further. “What?”
“I don’t want to say it,” she said, “I can’t explain.”
“Should I take a look?” he asked worriedly.
“What?!” exclaimed Siana.
“Well, if you can’t explain it,” he said, “I will have to take a look to see what’s wrong.”
“No,” she said quickly, “I didn’t mean it like that.”
Siana was horrified. She tried to clench her legs shut, but Alan was too fast. She felt his hands gently prying her legs apart and lifting one of them. She felt like she could die of embarrassment any minute. Her cheeks turned red. She didn’t know if this was the last impression that she was going to leave of herself on Alan. She felt tears prick her eyes and she looked at his face, mustering all her courage.
She heard an exhale from above her. “There is nothing strange going on,” he said.
“Liar,” she said, surprised.
“I mean it,” he said, almost breathlessly, “Nothing out of the ordinary.”
“Really? A-are you sure?” she asked.
“Absolutely,” he said, “There is nothing strange. Do you want me to prove it to you?”
“How can you prove something like—”
Her remaining words were cut short as Alan spread her legs and lowered his head in between them. His breath tickled her inner thighs. Alan’s lips started pressing against her most int*m*te area. She flinched and curled her toes. The heat reached somewhere inside her body from his lips. But the shock of it was too great.
“Sia,” Alan said, hoarsely, “Do you think I would be able to do this if something was strange here?”
His tongue explored her other lips, making her tremble. Siana struggled to come to her senses. “Stop it!” she shouted, “It’s dirty.”
“What’s so dirty about it, Sia?” he asked, kissing her there.
“You are a filthy, dirty man,” she cried and hit him with a fist on his shoulder.He didn’t even flinch. “I said stop,” she cried, “STOP!” The tears poured from her eyes. She couldn’t stop crying.
“Why are you crying Sia?” said Alan as he leaned towards her and hugged her tight.
“I really hate you,” she said, crying.
“I am sorry,” he apologized, “I am sorry. I didn’t know you didn’t like it this way.”
He held her tight, but she hated the warmth of his body. She pushed and slapped him on his chest with helpless hands. “Let me go,” she cried.
“I am sorry,” he said, trying to soothe her. “It was my fault. Shh, calm down.”
“No, I really don’t like you,” she said, as she weakly hit his chest to push him away.
“Sia, please,” he said, “I am so sorry.”
She covered her eyes with her hands and sobbed. “Why would you do that?” she asked, “No matter how badly you want to prove yourself, that is just dirty.”
“Stop calling it dirty Sia,” he said softly, “I licked it because it isn’t dirty.”
She was strangely relieved a little by his words. She lowered her hands from her eyes, still ashamed of her body. She faced him fully.
“Are you going to keep talking like that?” asked Siana.
“How?” asked Alan, still holding her.
“In an er*tic way,” she explained, “The way you have been doing it since the beginning.”
“isn’t it natural to talk er*tic*lly while doing something like this?” he asked, “Do you not like it?”
“No, I…,” she said, unable to explain.
Siana felt confused and exhausted. She couldn’t figure out her feelings regarding Alan. She bit her lower lip while fretting over her thoughts. Alan looked at her curiously. Ugh, not that look again, thought Siana. He had that teasing face he put on everytime, which she hated.
“What was so strange, Sia?” he asked.
“What?” she asked.
“You said something was strange down there,” he explained, “I don’t understand what you meant by it.”
“It was just …,” Siana trailed off. She just couldn’t find the words to explain it. And even if she did, it was too embarrassing.
“Tell me, Sia,” he said.
“Do you really need to hear it?” she asked, blushing.
“I won’t push you, if you don’t want to tell,” he said, “But I can check it for you if you want.”
Siana clenched her legs together and shook her head. “No!” she said, “I will tell you, just don’t do anything.”
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Yeah,” she said, “I am just embarrassed and ashamed. Please don’t think I am crazy or weird.”
“Of course not,” said Alan sharply.
Siana heaved a sigh. “It was strange that the fluid was flowing out of me,” she began, “I was afraid it was wrong and you would hate me for that.”
“Sia,” said Alan softly, “There is nothing wrong with that. It’s natural.”
Siana stared at him. He looked too serious to be lying. “You told me to stop because you thought it was something wrong?” he asked, “Is it okay for me to do it again since it’s all natural?”
“What?” she asked in disbelief.
“It’s alright, Sia,” he said, “Let me just show you, alright?”
Before she could say anything, he lowered his head between her legs licking her in between. His tongue borrowed inside her. The pleasure of it stopped Siana from protesting. The words melted away. She m*aned. She weakly begged him to stop, still unconvinced that this was something natural. But he didn’t lift his head; his tongue kept stroking deeper and the fluid flowed out of her. She was still finding it hard to get used to the feeling. It made her lose her mind every time his tongue stroked her and more flowed out.