I bumped my head hard on the door when his finger graze my c**t. He froze and immediately removed his fingers.
He looked me straight in the eye. His face was full of worry and remorse. “I’m sorry for doing that. Does it hurt a lot?” He asked, referring to my head.
Honestly, it didn’t hurt at all. I was quite annoyed that he stopped midway.
“I’m fine, Sage. You can continue,” I reassured him that everything was okay, but it didn’t work. I know he still felt awful about that bump.
It was my turn to laugh at him. Times like these make him act like his age. I grabbed both sides of his face and kissed him with my best attempt but it turned out clumsy. I didn’t linger long on his mouth and went for his neck instead.
I couldn’t help but take a good whiff of his fresh and cool scent. It
