SWEET SPOT

Hot Sauce 19

Nyla

We kissed harder this time.

Ezekiel’s mouth moved against mine with growing hunger, deep and passionate. I followed his lead as best as I could, whimpering softly when his tongue slid against mine in slow, sensual strokes. The kiss grew hotter, wetter, and more desperate. My hands clutched at his shirt as heat pooled low in my belly.

Without breaking the kiss, he suddenly gripped my waist and lifted me effortlessly. A surprised sound escaped me as he pulled me onto his lap, my knees straddling his thighs. Our bodies pressed flush together, and I gasped into his mouth at the new closeness.

His hand slipped under the back of my shirt, his warm palm gliding slowly up my bare spine. I shivered violently at the skin-to-skin contact, a rush of goosebumps spreading across my body. The sensation was electric. I had to break the kiss, pulling back with a shaky breath.

We stared at each other, our faces inches apart, both breathing hard. His eyes were dark with passion, pupils blown wide. My heart was racing so fast I felt dizzy.

“You’re so pretty,” he whispered, his voice rough and full of want.

I swallowed hard, cheeks burning. His hand was still under my shirt, gently caressing my back in slow, soothing circles. My whole body felt like it was on fire… except for down there. Down there, I was embarrassingly wet.

Suddenly, I felt something hard poking against my butt. I blinked in confusion.

“What is that?” I asked, reaching down instinctively to grab it.

“No, that’s not—” Ezekiel started, but it was too late.

My hand wrapped around the thick, hard bulge in his pants. My eyes widened in shock.

“Oh my goodness!” I half-screamed, snatching my hand away like I’d touched fire.

Ezekiel looked mortified, his face flushed. “Sorry… I didn’t mean for that to happen.”

I blushed furiously, feeling just as embarrassed. “Nah, it’s fine,” I mumbled. “It’s… normal.”

He swallowed, staring deep into my eyes with an intensity that made my stomach flip. “Oh goodness, you’re so pretty,” he whispered again, almost reverently.

He leaned in and captured my lips once more, kissing me deeply before trailing his mouth down to my neck. He kissed the sensitive skin there, then sucked gently. A soft moan slipped from my lips. Then I felt his teeth graze me — a sharp little nip.

I whimpered, wincing at the sting of pain mixed with pleasure.

He finally pulled back. “What did you do?” I asked breathlessly, touching the spot on my neck.

I stood up on shaky legs and rushed to the mirror. My eyes widened when I saw the fresh red mark blooming on my skin.

A hickey?

“Why would you do that?” I groaned, touching the fresh red mark on my neck. “What if someone notices?”

Ezekiel stepped behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist in a back hug, pulling me against his chest. We stared at our reflection in the mirror together. His chin rested on my shoulder, his eyes dark and warm.

“It looks pretty on you,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss just below the hickey. “And I really don’t care what anyone thinks.”

I smiled shyly and shook my head, reaching up to caress his face with one hand. His stubble tickled my palm. After a long, quiet moment of just holding each other like that, he whispered against my ear:

“You really haven’t kissed before? Am I your first kiss?”

I smiled, nodding. “You are… and you’re also my first love.”

His expression softened beautifully. He kissed my shoulder tenderly, sending little sparks through me.

“Does that mean you’re a virgin?” he asked gently. “You haven’t had s*x before?”

My heart skipped hard at the question. I quickly stepped out of his arms, suddenly feeling too exposed. “I’d rather we not talk about that right now,” I whispered, cheeks burning. “To be honest… I’m not actually ready for sex.”

Ezekiel nodded immediately, his eyes kind and understanding. “It’s fine, really. I’m not going to force you into anything. It’s your body. Your choice. Your life, Nyla.” He walked over and took both of my hands in his. “But… I’m quite curious. Can I ask you some questions?”

I laughed nervously. “Yeah, sure. What are the questions?”

“Mind you, they’re quite rated and personal,” he said carefully. “If you don’t want to answer any of them, you’re free not to.”

I smiled, still feeling shy. “Go on. I’m all ears.”

He swallowed, his voice dropping lower. “Have you ever m*********d before?”

I felt my face heat up instantly. I looked down, too embarrassed to meet his eyes at first. When I did glance up, my gaze accidentally landed on the very obvious, very large outline of his erection straining against his pants. I hiccuped and quickly looked away.

“Sorry about that,” he said, sounding a little embarrassed too. “It’s something I can’t really control when I’m with you. Give it a few minutes and it’ll go down on its own.”

I nodded, heart racing. “It’s fine…”

“So,” he continued gently, “you wanna tell me or not?”

I smiled shyly and shook my head. “It’s okay. Yes… I have m*********d before. But I’m not like… an addict or anything.”

“I see,” he nodded, watching me closely. “When was the last time?”

I gulped hard. The memory of last week flashed in my mind — lying in bed, staring at his photo, using the vibrator while whispering his name.

“Nyla?” he called softly, pulling me out of the memory.

“I actually did it last week,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

His eyes darkened with heat. “Wow… I did it today,” he confessed. “Right before I came here.”

My eyes widened, and a shiver ran through my entire body. His deep voice saying those words did dangerous things to me.

He gently sat me down on the edge of the bed again, then looked at me with smoldering intensity.

“Do you want to watch me?” he asked softly.

I blinked, stunned. “Wa— watch you?”

“Yeah…” He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “Do you want to watch me touch my c**k for you?”