90. Sweet and Bitter

I'm not an innocent woman who doesn't know anything about wanting a man to approach me like this. Moreover, his eyes kept looking at my lips. In my mind two sides were colliding, one wanted to immediately feel his lips, and one side wanted me to survive and avoid.

"Do you want to feel and differentiate the touch of a young man's lips that are still fresh, not wrinkled," he said, the tips of our lips slightly touching each other. His fresh-smelling breath made me fall asleep, disturbing the calm of my subconscious.

I tried to hold on, when the tip of his nose played between mine, rubbing gently. "I've felt kisses from many men, both ordinary, extraordinary, young and old. I'm not curious about how it feels, young man—" I said while gently pushing his chest away from me. But he insisted on going forward, holding my hand which was removing it from his chest.

With a quick movement, he grabbed my waist and brought me onto his lap. Oh, God! He even dared to pull the hem of my dress down