No strings attached |(UNDER REVISION)

Chapter 26- Lovebirds

⚠️ warning: This chapter is rated R18 and contains mature content. Reader discretion is advised.

Mikha's POV

The soft glow of the TV illuminated the dim room as we lay in bed, watching some random movie on Netflix-not that I was really paying attention.

Aiah's arms were wrapped around me, her warmth pressing against my side. It felt... nice. Comfortable.

Until I felt her shift.

I barely had time to react before she tilted my chin up, her lips crashing into mine-deep, urgent, and demanding.

I gasped against her mouth, but she didn't hesitate. Her hands came up on either side of my face, cupping it gently as her tongue slipped past my lips, exploring, tasting.

A soft moan escaped me before I could stop it.

Damn her.

I felt her smirk against my lips before she kissed me harder, tilting her head to deepen the kiss even more. One of her hands slid down to the small of my back, pulling me closer, making my body press flush against hers.

"Aiah..." I murmured, breathless.

She hummed in response, not breaking the kiss. If anything, she just became bolder, her lips moving with a kind of hunger that made my pulse skyrocket.

I should stop this. We were supposed to be watching a movie.

But Aiah had always been impossible to resist.

And when she kissed me like this? I didn't even want to try.

I feel new and foolish, like a teenager at my first dance unsure of what to do. But it only takes a few seconds to catch the rhythm of her kiss, to match her tempo, to surrender my mouth to her tongue's dance. I feel her breathe against my lips, panting now, desperate.

Intuitively, my hips push forward towards her and wordlessly, without breaking the kiss at all, she pushes her knee forward and up, sliding it between my thighs, pushing the skirt of my dress up with it until the top of her knee is against the juncture of my thighs.

"Aiah, what the heck.."

Her knee is bare thanks to the shorts she's wearing, and when the warmth of her skin pushes against my pants, my body jolts.

"Oh god," I moan out, breaking the kiss. "Oh god, Aiahhh... Oh god."

"Fuck, you're so wet already. I can feel how wet you are," she replies. She keeps pushing her knee up against me, and I let my weight shift to gain more pressure and traction against her leg.

She pulls open the buttons on the front of my dress, revealing my simple bra underneath. Her hand slips inside the dress, squeezing my breast again.

"Aiah... I need... " I don't know what I need, but I keep saying this, over and over, while rubbing myself against her. "I need... I need..."

She pulls her leg back suddenly, and for a moment, I'm alarmed - what's wrong, what did I do?

"Aiah?" I look up at her, unsure of what to do.

She puts her hands on either side of my face, stroking my hair and cheeks.

"Ang ingay mo, baby," she says. She leans over, kisses my forehead. "You smell so good. You smell perfect. Delicious. Amazing."

As she's talking, she's pushing me back gently until the challenge of holding myself up hits the tipping point, and I let myself fall backwards on the bed. I push back, scooting backwards across the bed to give her room, and she takes the cue, crawling up over me.