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Kyle is nothing but a good boyfriend. A true gentleman. He's always there when you need him, cater to your needs, brings you stuff you didn't actually needed. Truly exceeding the bare minimum.
You love him so much, you never even know you're capable of doing so. And he shows his love to you, too, both in needs, words, and affection.
You guys met in a café where you frequent at. Somehow the universe played and you forgot your wallet that time, the signal reception is bad. And this handsome man with a beautiful smile and sparkling eyes offer to help you. One thing led to another and he ask for your number — expressing gratitude for his help turns into a dinner. Second date. Fifth date. First kiss. He's sweet and so much respectful and didn't even dare to lay a hand on you unless you give permission.
You learned about his life, how he's in the military and can't say much more due to it being classified. You respect that — each other so much.
But his gentle image that he has created in the space of your heart all changes.
You're cuddling in the couch, one of those Saturday is a 'movie night' kinda thing you do whenever he's home. It was sweet. Warm. Cuddly. He's cradling you in his lap as you have a blanket wrap around you.
Then, he shifts. It was subtle at first, not quite noticeable. Hoisting you up gently off his lap so now you're just sitting side by side — you didn't mind, probably thinking his muscle must have sored from keeping you in his lap for an hour. The next move happens when you're too engrossed to notice. He manhandled you ever so slightly so your back is pressed against the armrest of the couch, and he can position himself right in between your legs. Your hands instinctively reach to pat and caresses his short curls, raking your fingertips on his scalp and gently massaging it.
He goes lower.. lower, face nuzzling against your stomach. Then suddenly, you felt it. This gentleman boyfriend of yours, one that is so ever respectful. One that gives you light kisses cause you still get overwhelmed. Just place a smooch on your clothed cunt.
That's right. That's fucking right.
Your head snap and looks down at him, wide eyed. And he's just grinning up at you like a devil, or what Taylor Swift had said. He doesn't even look faced, just showing off his sexy canines.
You couldn't speak, not at the moment. Head blank in surprised as you look at him for some kind of explanation into why he just did that. Surely you're not even wearing anything sexy that would put him in the mood. You're in one of those fluffy yellow pajamas with chick print on them. Maybe that's what urge him on.
And, without missing a beat. He leans down and kisses you right there again. Right where the most sensitive bundle of nerves reside as if he knows where it is despite the clothes separating the sweet girl you're hiding from him.
You squirms, legs trying to close. And he peels himself away and place a rather loud kiss on your cheeks. Then hoisting you up on his lap again and wrapping the blanket around you — even has the audacity to pat you over it like nothing happened.
And you? You're left surprised
— wondering if he's just messing with you, or what ever devil decided to possess him at that time that he did that, or it's just your boyfriend slipping to his true identity —
and probably wet.