We spent most of the night on the verandah, staring at the dark sky that stretched out before us, with the moon casting a silver glow on the landscape.
We sat in comfortable silence, lost in each other’s embrace. I leaned my back against his chest as he sat on the sofa, feeling the cool breeze of the night.
I still had that smile on my face, which didn’t seem to go away. A warm sense of accomplishment filled my chest as I reflected on the day’s events. It had been a whirlwind of emotions ever since he discovered the diary, but ultimately, it ended on a high note.
While I was enjoying the warmth of his embrace, I couldn’t help but think of how far we had come. From misunderstandings and restraint to this moment of peace where time stood still.
It felt surreal, as if we’d traversed a lifetime of emotions in just a few fleeting months.
While I was lost in thought, he placed his hand around me in a protective manner, pressing his face closer to my neck. The warmth of his breath brushed against my skin, causing a subtle twitch in my shoulder. I turned my head to face him, our eyes locking, and I could feel that he had something he wanted to communicate to me through his gaze. However, before I had the chance to inquire, he spoke up, interrupting the tranquil ambiance.
“I’ve been wondering…” he began as his deep gaze met mine. “What drove you?”
“Um…” I hesitated, not really knowing how to fully explain why I fell for him. I sat upright, facing him, and traced his chest with my finger as my mind wandered. At first, it was just a childish infatuation, and as the years rolled by, his face remained etched in my mind, blossoming into something more real and serious.
“Let’s just say… you were meant for me,” I purred as my fingers glided up to his lips. “And I for you.”
He grabbed my hand and placed a gentle kiss on my palm. His eyes locked into mine again as he pulled me closer. “Is it?” he whispered, his lips brushing against mine as his grip tightened around my waist.
His actions were tantalizing, teasing me on the brink of losing myself. And I didn’t know why he hadn’t taken the next step yet. Just as I was getting desperate, he pressed his lips against mine and pulled me closer until there was no space between us. I pressed myself against him, not caring about our uncomfortable position on the sofa, while his tongue roamed over every contour of my mouth, filling me with ecstasy. I could feel the pool between my thighs, and it was far too early to be so wet already. I slammed my body against him in desperation as I pushed him so his back could fall on the sofa. I swiftly climbed on top of him and straddled him.
Our lips had parted, but it was only for a split second, and they collided again, this time with more intensity. A low moan escaped my lips the moment his hand clamped onto my butt. He pressed into it as if claiming ownership, his fingers digging deep into the flesh.
I felt a rush of excitement, my body responding to his primal touch. His other hand cradled the back of my head, angling me for a deeper kiss. Our tongues clashed, the passion between us igniting like wildfire. As he massaged my buttocks, his thumbs tracing the curves, I felt my desire spike. Gosh, I didn’t know he was this good at this. How could he hold himself back all this while?
He pulled away from the kiss, a low growl rumbling from his chest, his eyes burning with hunger.
I was left breathless, every fiber of my body demanding more. But before I could convey my desire with words, he pressed his finger to my lips, shushing me.
“Let’s go somewhere else, somewhere more comfortable.”
Instantly, a sly smile spread across my lips. Our thoughts were in line, filling me with giddy excitement. “Where do you want to go?” I asked, biting my lower lip.
“A room,” he replied tersely as he pulled himself up along with me.
My smile widened as my insides stuttered with anticipation. “Which room?”
“Any one closer.” With that, he swept me off my feet and sprang up from the sofa.
My legs wrapped around his waist while he carried me to the nearby bedroom. We ended up in his room anyway since it was close by. The moment he stepped in, he dropped me onto the huge bed, and his body followed, hovering over mine.
Without warning, his lips claimed mine once more, the kiss deepening as he settled between my thighs, spreading them open for better access.
I turned into a moaning mess the moment I felt his hardness pressing against me. Instinctively, I pushed my hips forward, feeling the heat emanating from his bulge. But the pants seemed to be an obstacle, and I wanted them off as soon as possible. It seemed my body had a mind of its own as my hand reached for his belt.
He immediately clutched my hand, pressing it against his hard bulge. He groaned on my lips, moving my hand slowly up and down, guiding me to feel his length and hardness while his other hand slid underneath my dress, gliding toward my bare breast.
Another obstacle emerged: my bra, and I regretted wearing one today.
However, my complaint was short-lived as a shredding sound echoed through the room. My eyes flew open as I watched him discard my lacy bra onto the floor. The next second, my top was next; he ripped it off my body and threw it into the distance, and I couldn’t help but notice his hunger-filled eyes. It was more intense than earlier.
Now my breasts lay bare as his eyes traveled downwards, feasting on the sight before him. “Goddamn it, Sarah!” he cursed under his breath as his eyes continued roaming around my chest as he continued, drinking in the sight.
His hands followed, cupping my breasts, his thumbs tracing circles around my nipples. I arched into his touch, my body responding to his every caress. While his lips traced the curve of my neck, his fingers were already moving toward my thigh and jerked the instant he slid down my sensitive, wet folds.
Damn, here comes the main part. He will find out soon anyway.
My pants weren’t giving him direct access, and in one swift motion, he removed them, leaving me completely bare.