My One And Only

I jumped down and landed on my feet. I had taken long jumping classes when I was in boarding school. I had learned many things there which were not taught in the regular schools.

Tinsley noticed me landing safely. I signalled that it was her time then. She did not waste much time and stood upon the narrow space of the wall, getting ready to jump on me.

“Do not be afraid to fall on me…I will catch you!!”

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He said.

What he had not known was that I had already fallen for him deep from the cliff…still falling down, waiting that someday he would catch me…someday…

I hopped down and my body felt lightweight only for a brief second before Kian held me in his arms, losing his balance and falling down on the ground with me on top of him.

“You are fine??? Not hurt??”

He asked as he helped me to get up right away. I shook my head in negative letting him know that I was alright.

Soon enough a white Range Rover stopped before us. Carlos got out and bowed before Kian and me.

“Sir. Ma’am. I hope you both are fine.”

He said. I nodded, leaning on Kian as he rubbed my back, warming my body.

“You have all the things as I asked?”

Kian asked. Carlos replied with a brief ‘ yes sir’.

And then we got inside. On Kian’s order, Carlos started the engine and we both saw Kian’s men too moving away from the front gate as we hit on the main road.

Kian pressed a button closing the glass partition between the passenger and driver compartment.

I looked at his way, not getting why he did that. He opened one of the drawers before him and took out the first aid kit box.

“Scoot closer and open your top.”

He said. I had no problem moving closer to him but I was a bit hesitant about the next part where I had to open my top.

I knew that I was not innocent anymore for I had lost my virtue to a stranger in that unfortunate drunken night.

I thought of protesting but then he was only trying to attend to my wounds so I gave in even though a hundred and one questions sailed in my mind.

I pulled the worn-out blacktop off my head, revealing my naked skin with just my white bra on.

I looked down on the leather seat as I could feel his gaze fixated upon me…my bare skin.

He had never seen me bare. We sure did make out, groped each other intimately but never did reveal naked skin.

Was he liking what he was seeing???

Was I ugly???

My breathing was getting high every second as I got conscious about my half-naked body.

He did not say anything and that made me even more impatient. I wanted him to say anything…something…

I shivered when I felt his cold finger on my bruised abdomen. It made him look up at me…on my face.

Nothing about this moment should have been erotic but for me it was. He was only attending to my injuries and here I was going crazy…wanting more of his finger pad running on my body.

He pulled apart and then he got the ointment out. He opened the knob and applied it to the bare skin of my abdomen.

I closed my eyes, my lips half parted, trying very hard not to moan out. This would be my very first time feeling a man’s touch on my body.

He applied it all over the bruises. It pained me when he pressed on those parts but my mind was too numb to feel anything but his cold touch…my chest felt heavy…my nipples hard and straining the cloth of the bra.

I was behaving like a harlot. I knew that…after all that I had gone through…moments ago I was barely myself and here I was sitting beside a man getting aroused.

“Lean on me.”

He asked and I did as he asked. I leaned on his front as his hands went to apply the ointment on my back.

My bra clad chest brushing on his shirt one. My hands curled them in a fist when I felt his fingers lingering on the hook of my bra.

For a moment I felt it…I felt it clicked open and then right after we were making out furiously as he pulled me more closer to him, getting up on his lap, straddling him as he ran his hands up and down on my bareback.

“All done. You can put your top back on.”

His voice pulled me out of my lecherous flash of mind. I parted myself from him but then he held my right hand. It made me look back at him.

He too looked at me but then he started applying the ointment on my wrists. I gulped the saliva down my throat.

He was so attentive to the wounds, very softly massaging the skin as he applied the cream around it.

His eyes were on my wrists while my eyes were on him…his face…those eyes, his sharp jaw and those lips…I wanted it everywhere on my body.

“Raise your legs up on my lap.”

He implored and without much hustle, I obliged. I bent down to open my shoes. I could then feel his eyes on my cleavage. The feeling of it only excited my nerves more.

He took hold of my feet on his lap and could not help but see my bare upper thighs as the skirt scooted up a little.

On the entire way, I was waiting for him to make a move maybe…. just like that day when he kissed me.

When he was done, he let go of my feet and I wore my top back in disappointment. Did he not like me???

After he was done…he put away the first aid kit back in the drawer. I felt dead all over again, looking outside as we drove.

“Tinsley?”

I tilted my neck to look at him.

“You are beautiful.”

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