Chapter 292
I set the time back to last night, then Katniss opened Nathan's door and started looking inside.
Before that, Nathan seemed a bit restless after I came home, staying in the room looking very nervous, even a bit fearful, his eyes occasionally glancing towards the door. Even when the room door made a sound due to the change in air pressure, Nathan's eyes would look towards the door, with a hint of anticipation and fear in them.
Perhaps every time the door moved, he thought someone would come in, but he didn't know if it was Katniss or me. If it was Katniss, he would be excited and expectant, if it was me, he would be nervous and fearful.
When the door finally turned, Nathan quickly lay down pretending to sleep, but his rapid and uneven breathing gave him away. The door opened cautiously, and Katniss's figure slowly slipped into Nathan's room. Why say "slipped in"? Because when Katniss opened Nathan's door, it only opened a small crack. Perhaps a larger gap would make too much noise. After opening the door, Katniss sidled into Nathan's room. Just before entering the room, Katniss glanced in the direction of our bedroom.
In the past, when Katniss entered Nathan's room, she would have a shy expression, afraid to face Nathan in the room. But this time, Katniss, with a nervous expression, was afraid to face me sleeping next door, and instead paid no attention to Nathan in the room. Is this something to be happy or sad about? After Katniss entered Nathan's room, she slowly closed the door behind her. After closing the door, Katniss's hand remained on the doorknob without letting go. She carefully listened for any other sounds outside the room before letting out a sigh of relief.
After calming down at the door for a while, Katniss remembered the environment she was in. She turned to look at Nathan's bed, with a hint of anticipation on her face, only to be met by Nathan's gaze.
It turns out that when Katniss first entered the room, Nathan was still pretending to sleep. But as Katniss was calming herself down, Nathan's gaze turned towards the door, with a hint of joy and passion in his eyes.
When Katniss just entered the room, the pretending-to-sleep Nathan twitched his nose a few times, then he opened his eyes and turned to look towards the door.
From his recent actions, it can be inferred that Nathan judged that it was Katniss entering the room based on her breath, not me. Having had countless encounters with Katniss, he was already familiar with her scent. Is this considered "recognizing a woman by her fragrance"? Although the room was very dark, Nathan and Katniss could see each other. Their eyes met in the darkness of the night. After Katniss glanced at Nathan, she lowered her head to avoid his gaze, while Nathan looked at Katniss with excitement.
As time passed, Katniss, lost in thought, finally walked slowly towards Nathan's bed. She turned and sat on Nathan's bed, leaving plenty of space on the edge of the bed, so Katniss sat comfortably, with her back to Nathan.
Sitting on the bed, Katniss, biting her lip, appeared very conflicted. Although there was desire in her eyes, her gaze kept shifting towards the door, showing her inner conflict.
The bed was close to the door, and Katniss raised her hand several times to touch the door lock. However, each time her hand retracted before reaching the lock. Katniss did not lock the door when she entered, and these movements were her attempt to lock it now.
In this dark and quiet night, Katniss was only locking the door to guard against one person, her legitimate husband. Perhaps she was afraid that when she and Nathan were about to make love, I would suddenly come in. After trying a few times, Katniss decided not to lock the door. Whether locking the door made a sound or not, if I found out the door was locked, how would I view Katniss and Nathan? It would be a blow to my self-esteem. But leaving the door unlocked made Katniss uneasy.
While Katniss sat on Nathan's bed, conflicted about facing the door, Nathan suddenly turned and reached out to hold Katniss's slender waist, pulling her down onto the bed. Katniss let out a soft moan in surprise and lay on Nathan's broad waist.
As Katniss lay on Nathan's waist, motionless, Nathan pressed his face against Katniss's slender waist, greedily smelling her body scent through her nightgown and caressing her waist.
Katniss did not make a sound as Nathan caressed her. She bit her lip, her face showing conflict, her eyes constantly on the door, seemingly all her attention focused on it, with a look of tension and fear.
"Stop."
When Nathan's hands slowly moved up Katniss's waist and reached the edge of her breast, Katniss finally spoke softly and grabbed the hand that was caressing her.
"What's wrong?"
At this point, Nathan also lost interest, perhaps brought back to reality by Katniss's words. The desire in his eyes diminished slightly, but compared to Katniss, Nathan was not as rational.
"Is Kevin not asleep?"
Without waiting for Katniss's answer, who remained silent, Nathan, at this rare moment, thought about the current situation and what was on Katniss's mind. He couldn't help but ask softly.
"I don't know, maybe he's asleep, maybe not."
Katniss replied softly without turning around. Their conversation was not vocal but exchanged through the sound of their breath, as if ventriloquism or lip reading on TV, so secretive that I didn't hear a sound last night.
"Let's wait a little longer."
Nathan's mind was consumed by desire, eager to be intimate with Katniss, completely unaware of Katniss's current state.
With Nathan's words, the room fell silent again. Katniss lay on Nathan's waist, but soon felt uncomfortable and shifted slightly, unable to bear it. Nathan, waiting for me to fall asleep next door, held Katniss without moving.
Sensing Katniss's movement, Nathan gently adjusted his body, making more space on the bed.
Katniss, tired after a long wait, turned her body and slowly lay down on the edge of Nathan's bed.
Although lying next to Nathan, Katniss still had her back to him. It wasn't that she didn't want to face Nathan, but she was focused on facing the door, the tension in her eyes never fading.
Initially lying on his back on the bed, Nathan's arms always lightly touched Katniss's back, whether intentionally or not, occasionally moving his arms to touch her body.
Nathan was also trying hard to endure, occasionally turning to look at the door, seemingly silently counting the time, hoping it would pass quickly.
After a while, Nathan finally grew impatient. He casually turned over and placed his hand on Katniss's waist. At that moment, Katniss was waiting attentively. When Nathan placed his hand on her waist, her body stiffened for a moment, and a hint of desire flashed in her eyes, finally revealing her desire.
Their breathing slowly became more rapid, but neither made a move, as if waiting for the other to take the lead.
Nathan was the first to give in. His hands began to caress Katniss's body through her nightgown, starting gently but gradually becoming rougher. As Nathan's caresses intensified, with no barrier of the nightgown, Katniss's face grew increasingly flushed, her breathing more rapid. It seemed like they were slowly entering a state of lovemaking. Nathan's hands reached under Katniss's nightgown, lifting it up to reveal her sensual thighs, shimmering in the night, straight and slender.
Finally, Nathan lifted Katniss's nightgown to her waist, exposing her hips and round buttocks, clearly outlining their full contours in the darkness.
Nathan's hands slowly roamed over Katniss's thighs and buttocks, and Katniss obediently endured his caresses. Nathan's hands, now touching Katniss's skin directly without the nightgown barrier, continued to explore. After a while, Nathan moved on to the next step, hooking his fingers on the edge of Katniss's panties, while his other hand slowly pulled down his own pajamas and underwear.
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