I Feel You Linger In The Air

Chapter 16 - Entrust My Love

Khun-Yai's eyes widen slightly in surprise, then pleasure. "Have I ever turned you down?" he says, his eyes sparkling. After that, Khun-Yai gets changed and walks to the great house to have dinner as usual, while I complete my trivial tasks as my duty. When the sky turns dark, I return to my room to collect my clothes and go to bathe.

I bathe particularly meticulously. Every inch of my body is squeaky clean. I prepare a new bedsheet, pillowcase, and curtains in Khun-Yai's bedroom. I don't know if we will use them, but I will make sure they smell scented.

At night, Khun-Yai comes back to the little house faster than usual. After bathing, he reads a book in his chair as he has always done. The difference today is that he turns on the music. The melody flowing out of the gramophone is the touchingly sweet gamelan. A serenade, I suppose.

The air tonight is pleasantly cool with the refreshing breeze, so Khun-Yai tells me to leave the window open. I look out the window at the full moon shimmering in the dark blue sky. Everything seems normal like the other days, our conversations and behaviours, but we both know nothing is normal. 

I almost drop everything I pick up out of nervousness, knowing he is watching. Khun-Yai must be aware of how nervous I am because he keeps smiling without a word. Ha.. I want to ask him if that page is hard to read since he has been stuck there for about half an hour. When it is time to get in bed... mean..go to bed, Khun-Yai starts.

"Are you sleepy?"

"Are you going to bed now?" I ask back.

"Yes."

I open the blanket and organise his pillow before rolling out my mattress next to his bed. Khun-Yai goes to the hall to shut the music off and comes back to sit on the edge of his bed and watch me arrange my pillow. But trust me, none of us is sleepy. I turn off the centre light, leaving only the lamp on the nightstand on.

"Poh-Jom, come and sit here." Khun-Yai pats the space beside him.

I step over to sit next to him as told, not keeping my distance like before. Khun-Yai casts his gentle eyes on me and asks. "Are you happy living here?"

"Yes. Everyone treats me well, especially you."

Khun-Yai nods a little. My heart drums when he tucks my hair behind my ear and plays with it. The feeling of his fingertips on my cheek is gentle yet tingles my skin.

"Are you happy enough to stay here forever?" His voice is melodiously resonant.

I glance at him. Khun-Yai is so close that I can smell the faint scent of soap on his body. "You want me to stay with you forever?"

"I love you, Poh-Jom. Of course, I want the person I love to be with me."

"When did you start loving me?" Though nervous, I ask in curiosity.

"When I met you for the first time, I knew you were my person, the one I had been waiting for."

I smile, recalling the day my boat glides past the waterfront pavilion. Khun-Yai looked stunned when he saw me.

"Was it love at first sight?"

Khun-Yai thinks for a moment and answers, 

"Not quite. It felt like I had loved you for a long time. I knew I loved you before I met you that day."

...How romantic. I have never heard a love confession that melts my heart this much before.

"Did you not feel the way I did?"

Khun-Yai slides his hand down my shoulder to my hand. He holds it before lifting it to his lips. He showers his kisses on my wrist, my palm, my knuckles, and my fingertips. My chest tingles as he leans forward, his face closer to mine. His sharp nose touches my cheek, stroking it. His warm breath and lips send electricity on my skin, so thrilling that my limbs lose strength.

"So? Did you not yearn for me, miss me in the morning, and long to see my face in the evening as I did for you?" He whispers on my cheek, his lips moving close but never touching mine, like he tries to drive me crazy. Though I want to kiss him terribly, I say, "What a sweet mouth you have."

"How do you know? Have you ever tasted it?"

Even though I don't turn my head, I know he is smiling with his glistening eyes. Khun-Yai's palm runs up my upper arm, the touch purposefully tempting me. What a tease he is. I know people in this era must be reserved so others will not insult you for being easy. Come to think of it, for all this time, I have been reserved long enough. Therefore, I say. "I'm about to taste it."

I tilt my head, and our lips touch. I part my lips and close them over his mouth, tasting him for the first time. Khun-Yai seems surprised I am kissing him this way. I suck gently, letting my tongue touch the insides of his lips before pulling away. Despite the blush, I want to smile at him. This is the result of his tease. Our lips are moist from the kiss, and his eyes gleam in ripples like small bonfires.

"It seems you have yearned for me a great deal as well," says Khun-Yai. When you tease a little tiger, you get eaten. He moves closer and kisses me with his parted lips, his tongue soft and feeling good. It is driven by the force of nature. His kiss is sweet yet ravenous, indicating his desire to devour me.

His lips move from mine to my cheek and down to my neck. He unbuttons my shirt one by one from the top, yanks my collar open to reveal my shoulders, and kisses them. I let out a soft moan, a sensation rushing below my stomach. His lips are hot, threatening to burn my skin.  He kisses and leaves pink marks along the skin below my neck and chest. Khun-Yai lowers his hands to my waist and moves them up to caress my back. Getting aroused by his big hands, I quiver, desire spreading all over my body. I raise my hands to unbutton Khun-Yai's shirt, wanting to touch him with nothing in between, too.

Khun-Yai's bare chest is in front of me, tense with appealing muscles. I place my hands on it and touch it as I wish, but my action is a double-edged sword that stimulates both our emotions. I suppress my desire for a moment and whisper. "Let's turn off the light first."

I get up to turn off the lamp on the nightstand. The light is now off, and only the pale moonlight in the sky is glowing through the window. Khun-Yai sits on the edge of his bed and watches me. His chest is exposed. Even though the moonlight is faint, it casts on his topless torso, and the bulge at his crotch pushes the soft, thin fabric, revealing its shape clearly. My breath gets ragged. Khun-Yai looks sensually strong. 

I step forward to Khun-Yai, wondering if the Luang has ever prepared a lesson on sex for his son. Maybe it wasn't the Luang but the relatives or friends that wanted him to experience sex when he hit puberty. If that were the case, it would mean he had had sex with a woman, not a man. Or perhaps... no one at all. It's okay...! I will do it for him.

I stop in front of Khun-Yai. He grabs my hand and pulls me to sit beside him. We exchange our fervent kiss again. Khun-Yai caresses my thigh, and it makes me want to touch him as well. My hand touches something hard and excitingly enlarging. I break our kiss and look at his face. Khun-Yai returns my gaze with his glazed, pleading eyes reflecting a question as to why I stopped.

As an answer, I kneel on the floor between his legs and kiss his chest. Khun-Yai looks satisfied. He props his hands on my shoulders and fondles them as I kiss him lower and lower.

"Poh-Jom.." He cups my face and tips it up as if wondering what I am about to do. I tilt my head to kiss Khun-Yai's palm and speak in a sugary voice, "Let me do it for you."

Khun-Yai doesn't resist when I kiss his chest again. His clothes are all stripped, revealing his completely naked body before me. He is perfect in every part, like a statue. That part is plump and has gotten unsettlingly big.

I wrap both my hands around it and feel the throbs in my palms. I tip my head and kiss it. Khun-Yai tenses up, a low growl in his throat. I lick from the bottom to the tip and grind it with my lips before putting it into the warm wetness of my mouth. His moan is full of pleasure, his strong fingers pressing the skin on my shoulders, lustfully kneading them. I serve him willingly, feeling his thighs tensing up where I rest my hands. I run my hands down to his soft, warm balls as my lips and mouth take him in as much as possible.

He must be thrilled by this unfamiliar new sensation as he soon releases it in my mouth. Pressing my fingers on his thighs, I swallow every single drop. Then, I stand up and walk to the table by the window. I pour water from the cut-glass pitcher and drink it.

Khun-Yai must be shocked enough to be given a head. I won't be cruel and kiss him with his taste still in my mouth. After finishing a glass, I throw a glance at the other table next to the closet. Khun-Yai's necessities are set on it, including a tiny glass bottle of olive oil he applied to his skin during winter. Tonight, I will use it on his skin and mine at the same time. When I return to the bed, Khun-Yai pulls me onto it to cuddle.

"Poh-Jom...My Poh-Jom," he murmurs, nuzzling me, kissing all over my face and neck. I smile. Who would have thought the dignified young man in his social circle would be sweetly clingy in bed?

I kiss his cheek and say, "You're also mine." He grins. We snuggle up against each other affectionately. After a brief moment, our closeness leads to another round of excitement. Khun-Yai pins me down on the mattress and fondles my chest with his hands and mouth. I jump when he accidentally kisses the tip of my nipple.

"Ah...Khun-Yai.That place is..." He halts. "Did I hurt you?"

"N...No," I stutter, frowning. "That place is sensitive, like .ah, what I did for you."

He understands immediately. Khun-Yai leans his face back down, and, this time, he focuses on teasing the place I said is sensitive. He folds his lips around it, sucks, bites, and licks. The sensation shoots down my body and wakes up that part of me.

"Ohh..."

I throw my head back when he sucks harder. My palms press against his shoulders as if to push him away, yet my chest rises against his mouth, letting him take care of it with his warm tongue and lips to his heart's content. The reaction turns him on tremendously, and it is absolutely out of my control.

"I want to eat you up, Poh-Jom." His voice is hoarse, and it stirs my emotions in disorder. My body burns from the pumping blood. If I let him do this any longer, I will have an orgasm. I start begging.

"Khun-Yai, s..stop." My voice trembles. "Please."

My begging makes him halt. I touch his face and say. "Please let me go and wait for a moment."

Khun-Yai obeys. I slide off under his body and scoot to the side of the bed to get the bottle of olive oil l sneakily put there. Khun-Yai shifts to hold me, but I place my hand on his chest to stop him.

"Just a second," I say.

Khun-Yai backs away and leans on the pillow at the bedhead. His big hand rests on the enlarging part of the middle of his body, failing to cover it. I pour the olive oil into my hand. Its smell wafts in the air. I kneel and prop one of my hands on the mattress. I reach my other hand to my backside and slip my fingers into my tight entrance.

"Ah..." A moan escapes my lips uncontrollably. Stunned, Khun-Yai stares at me without blinking and mumbles in a low, raspy voice. "..Poh-Jom."

Despite the considerable embarrassment, I don't know what to do. I don't mean to seduce him by touching myself in front of him like this, but it has been a long while, and I need to loosen that part. Otherwise, it won't be able to take his size.

The slipperiness of the oil is a great help to my preparation. It softens, probably ready to take something larger than fingers. I approach Khun-Yai. He looks at me with anticipation. I drape my palm, still slippery from the olive oil, around his manly part and start jerking it.

Khun-Yai groans in his throat, his thing getting bigger in my palm and frighteningly hard. My breath catches at the thrill. I bestride his body, kneeling over him, and press his huge part against my back entrance. I slowly lower my hips, swallowing Khun-Yai's hard part inside my body.

When his firmness squeezes through the sphincter for an inch, both Khun-Yai and I moan. My body shivers from the intense desire. I know Khun-Yai desperately wants to thrust it in, but making love should feel good for both parties. I want to feel both pain and pleasure, not pain taking over pleasure.

"Slowly first," I tell him, my voice quivering and indecipherable. I lay my hands on his chest and move my hips slowly. Each time I lift my body and press my hips down on his hardness, pain and bliss surge. My back entrance is tight but flexible. Eventually, it almost takes all of Khun-Yai's firmness. Khun-Yai's part fills me up tightly. I place my hand on my lower abdomen, feeling the thing inserting deep inside.

My eyelids flutter shut in contentment. I move my hips faster and more continuously, making the penetration as deep and long as it should be. Beads of sweat form along my hairline above my forehead. My breath slips out with moans the whole time. Each thrust sends this wave of pleasure that I am almost unable to continue. My thighs shake a little. It must be too slow for Khun-Yai because he grasps my hips, not letting me stop halfway.

"Ah..." I cry out loud when Khun-Yai shoves his hips up. It hits the weak spot inside of me, and I almost see the light. Khun-Yai has discovered the area that makes my whole body shiver. He lowers his hips and thrusts it up, hitting the same spot. He goes slowly but firmly at first before speeding up.

The wind gusts, blowing the fragrance of flowerss emitting their scents at night in the air. The curtain at the window swishes in the wind. The moonlight showers our connected bodies. The sound of flesh on flesh mixing with the wetness is resoundingly rhythmic.

Khun-Yai sits up with his thing still inside of me. I spread my thighs and interlock my ankles behind his back. Khun-Yai wraps his arms around my back and whispers hoarsely. "Poh-Jom...Um, allow me to love you harder."

"Yes...Khun-Yai."

With that, I cry. out in surprise and tighten my arms around him as his thrusts send me bouncing. Khun-Yai can no longer hold back and slams relentlessly.

"Ah..."

I quiver and squirt all over my stomach and his chest. Khun-Yai keeps thrusting without a pause. I hold my voice despite the extreme pleasure because I want him to enjoy this as much as possible. His big hands clench my hips as he shoves it in with a speeding pace until he reaches there. He pushes it all the way in, filling me with hot liquid.

After the steamy lovemaking, Khun-Yai and I lay next to each other on the bed. He lies on his side, cuddling me. He rests one of his arms on my stomach while nuzzling my neck and shoulder. I turn away, tickled, as he snuggles up closer playfully, tapping his fingers on my waist.

"Poh-Jom My Jomkwan." He bites my shoulder teasingly. "Does this mean I am forcing myself on your heart?"

I laugh and flip over to bite his upper arm, harder and wider. Khun-Yai fakes groaning mischievously. We tease each other, all lovey-dovey like newlyweds, for some time before falling asleep in exhaustion in each other's arms.

Near the break of dawn, I am woken up by hands groping my body. After the tiger was taught how to hunt its prey once, this baby tiger grew up to be a young tiger in a night, vigorous and greedy. Khun-Yai wakes me up with kisses and his hands kneading my chest and lower part, ravenously fondling even though he has recently eaten.

This time, he takes the lead. He grips my waist, positioning me on all four on the bed, and inserts it from behind. I clutch the bedhead with one of my hands. The force from his hips slamming his part inside of me shakes the bed, and I am scared it will break. The bed legs creak frighteningly for a long while before everything ends a few minutes before the crowing of roosters.

The result of the overdoing exercise, with the energy of an eighteen-year-old and his overflowing sex drive, is me fluttering my eyes open to the morning sunlight, tired, my whole body aching. I push myself up before changing my mind and lying down again. I press my burning cheek on the pillow and shut my eyes.

Only one night of our lovemaking...my body has weakened and gotten a fever.