"How about you give me a kiss — let's start from there."
Claire's cheeks warmed as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
She licked her lips to moisten them, then leaned in slowly.
The moment our lips met, I felt a rush that stole my breath away."
Her hands slipped around my neck, pulling me closer. Our kiss deepened, our tongues meeting with more passion than before.
I could already tell she was getting more into it by the way she tried to make me feel good.
She changed from gentle licks to playful nibbles on my lips, then trailed slow kisses down to my neck, making me chuckle at the ticklish sensation.
"Mhm, right there—I like that."
Hearing my words only made her bolder. She trailed kisses down my neck, then started licking at my skin like it was her favorite ice cream, not caring one bit about the sweat.
"Do you want more of this?"
A mischievous grin flashed across her face as she moved to my ear, giving it a quick bite before slipping her tongue inside, making me shiver and laugh at the same time.
Things were beginning to heat up more, the air between us growing heavier with each touch.
Claire tilted slightly, her hand brushing against me through the blanket. I chuckled, realizing she had found proof that not all of me was paralyzed.
She blinked in surprise. "This big? Seriously?"
"What can I say? Big pockets, big blessings."
A soft giggle escaped her lips, the very first time I'd ever heard it from her.
For me, it wasn't just a sound; it was proof she was finally letting her guard down, growing more at comfortable with me.
"Hey, are you just going to stare? It would get even larger if you give it a little attention."
"W-What kind of attention?" she asked, her cheeks turning red. Still, she let her hand rest on top.
"What the—!" she exclaimed as her hand bounced unexpectedly.
"Sorry, couldn't help myself," I said with a grin.
"Darling, you're so naughty," she playfully pouted before leaning in for another deep kiss.
Her other hand wandered to the mound , making it clear she wanted to test just how far I would let things go.
"Yeah… Keep going. Rub it faster."
The more her hand brushed fabric, the stronger my urge became.
DING!
[CONGRATULATIONS, HOST]
[Claire is falling deeply in love with you. In this state, she is more easily swayed by your words and actions.]
Those notifications barely registered in my mind. All I knew was that the heart-shaped glow in her eyes was growing brighter and brighter, and she was burning up with emotion.
The heat, the sensations, even her scent — it all swirled together until I felt dizzy, overwhelmed by her hormones.
Every so often, my fingers moved, snapping to a rhythm. All this excitement was somehow unblocking my meridians, letting energy flow more freely through me.
"Don't stop. I'm so close," I groaned against her lips, and it made her increased the paced.
In no time, the blanket was soaked through.
With a slight tremble, she lifted the fabric to her nose and breathed in, a faint smile touching her lips.
"Mmm, so this is your scent," she whispered with a mischievous smile. "I could get addicted to it."
She began licking the blanket, extracting whatever liquid was there.
"Damn, that's so hot,"
Frankly, I hadn't instructed her at all—she did this on her own. Which meant that beneath her innocent facade, she also enjoyed this kind of thing.
"Do you know what's even hotter than that?" I asked, grinning from ear to ear.
"What?" she replied, feigning innocence, though the playful lift of her eyebrow gave her away.
I didn't reply right away, letting her wait before finally saying, "Why settle for the wrapper when you can taste the candy itself?"
Her eyes grew brighter and brighter as she bit her lip, slowly pulling the blanket off me to reveal my hospital robe, which barely covered me.
I watched as she loosened the knot of my robe. The fabric parted slowly, and her gaze lingered on my chest.
Her lips landed first on my shoulder, tracing a slow path with wet licks until she reached my chest, where she gave a playful bite.
I couldn't feel much because of my condition, but the way she did it—never breaking eye contact—was more than enough to make me really exited.
From my chest, she moved down to my tummy, then lower still, until she reached the place where even the slightest touch made me shiver.
She leaned in, her skin brushing against it.
"Claire, you're killing me with all this teasing. You know exactly what you're doing, don't you? You're making me want you even more, all to myself."