Strings of Fate
152–Touch and Taste
Bemy’s response is to grin while holding eye contact, he pulls his shirt off over his head in one
smooth motion. I can’t help the squeak that escapes me as my eyes drop to his chest and abs, then
back up again to his face. Why is my automatic reaction to think I need to close my eyes? I’m fairly
sure that me looking away was not his goal when he removed his shirt.
“Uhm…” I stare. Okay, is this better or worse than looking away? Bemy reached out to take my
hands in his.
“Just rx. Don’t worry so much.” He says gently, lifting my hands and cing them on his chest. He
reached around me and pulls me back up to straddle hisp again. I’m at least thirty percent sure that
he chooses to sit this way because it’s easy for me to get away. He’s telling me to rx but I suspect
he overthinks things just as much as me. At least he does afterwards. Bemy leans in to k*ss me
again, sessfully silencing my thoughts.
I have no idea how longter, I feel Bemy’s hand on the edge of my top again. He slips his hands
underneath and after making sure I am not about to freak out, he begins pushing the edge of my top
up. He stops with it just above my waist. I take a deep breath and remind myself that he’s seen me in
much less before I pull back a little and remove my top the rest of the way, dropping it on the floor by
the bed leaving me in my dark blue bra. It’s in but I like it because it matches my hair. I can hear
Bemy’s cat–like purr as he slides me backwards off hisp and onto the pillows. Unlike me when he
took his shirt off, Bemy doesn’t look away for even half a second. His eyes are basically glued to me.
He groans and gently pushes me back into the pillows, leaning over me to k*ss my throat and cor
bone.
“You are so beautiful.” He murmurs against my skin and I shiver again, my hands find their way up into
his hair then over the muscles of his back.Bemy begins to move his attention lower, pressing his lips
into my breast above the bra, then down to trail k*sses over my stomach. His hands run up and down
my sides, grazing my breasts and, when I don’t object, they lightly touch me over the bra too, dragging
a groan from me and triggering more purring sounds from Bemy. I can feel the roughness of his
jeans against my bare legs and I’m fairly sure my skirt has ridden up practically all the way again. I can
feel it bunched up beneath me. I’m not the only one who notices. Bemy runs his hand up my leg,
brushes over the side of my underwear and up to my hip, only stopping when the skirt gets in the way.
His other hand finds the zipper on the side.
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“May I?” He asks, his voice a little hoarse. I don’t think about it for long, the skirt is annoying and not
really hiding anything anyway.
“Okay.” I answer, my voice almost embarrassingly breathy. Bemy carefully pulls at the zipper,
pausing to straighten out my skirt a bit because the zipper won’t move past the bunched up fabric.
Finally, he manages to pull thest part of the zipper down and slips the skirt from my b*dy. From the
way I can feel Bemy’s muscles tensing above me, you would think he’s the one that is mostly n*ked.
We spend several more, very pleasant minutes with Bemy apparently determined to get to know
every exposed part of me… with his lips. It’s not until he is pressing a hot k*ss into the skin on the
inside of my thigh, just above my knee that I stop him.
“Bemy.” I start, my tone a warning that he heeds immediately. He climbs his way back up my b*dy,
ces a light k*ss on my swollen lips and then rolls to the side off of me, ending on his back, his
breathing ragged. I work to calm my racing heart and Bemy appears to be doing the same. After a
couple minutes he groans and climbs out of bed.
“I think I should go take my shower now. His eyes are hot on me and I shiver under his gaze and nod.
He steps into the ensuite. I locate a clean shirt to wear as my pyjamas, pull it over
my head, then copse back into bed to wait for Bemy.
I lie there quietly and listen to the sounds of the shower running. So much has happened.
process, much less worry. I actually feel guilty for going out and having a good time when I should be
looking for Kiara. I know I’m waiting for people to get back to me, but surely there should be
SOMETHING that I can do in the meantime? Ugh, Bemy needs to hurry up. He leaves me alone for
two minutes and I’m stressing again. He isn’t gone long, but when hees back to bed he is much
calmer. As he pulls me into his side I also notice that he is chilled through. His shower was definitely a
cold one. That can’t have been pleasantpared to Bemy, I’m practically burning up. I’m surprised
he isn’t shivering. Seriously, it feels like I’m messing with him somehow. How is he notpletely sick
of me? Or at least of this.
today, it’s been busy and overwhelming. I’ve barely had time to ”
“Bemy?” I start, not sure what I’m nning to ask. He holds me tightly, clearly trying to
steal some of my warmth.
“Yes?” He answers simply. He still sounds pleased, abd maybe a little smug. But that can’t be right, I
mean I just forced him to endure a likely unpleasant cold shower.
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“Do… do you think I’m… I don’t know… a tease?” I suggest. Bemy rolls me carefully by my
shoulders so that I’m facing him. His eyebrows are practically up in his hairline he has them raised so
high.
“After what just happened… why would you ask that?” He demands, curiosity and concern in his eyes.
“That’s exactly why I’m asking. Enduring a cold shower can’t be fun and I can’t help but feel it’s my
fault. Most normal people would be… ready by now. I’m the one with issues.” Bemy shakes his head
as well as he can without lifting it from the pillow.
“Nah, if you were purposely working me up with the intention of leaving me… unsatisfied, then you
would be a tease. As it is, I tend to get myself worked up either way. I mean I’m usually the one
initiating things, as you mentioned earlier. A cold shower asionally is well and truly worth it. I will
take whatever I can get now knowing that eventually there will be… satisfaction.” A grin slides into
ce on Bemy’s face and he winks at me.
“Just think of this as extended forey.“Great, just when I had managed to get my blush under control
it’s back again..