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38 | his earnest confession


his earnest confession

all i wanted to do is to dance with you under the moonlight. i want to kiss you under the stars. i want to slide in between your sheets, and whisper all my love to you. i want to find out the taste of your skin, the thoughts in your head and the beat for your heart. if you would allow me, i want to make a fool of myself over you.

(Aillard)

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I was told to stay still but there's this mischievous part of me that refused to heed that request. Whenever I moved a little, I could feel him against my thigh through the layers of fabric that separated us. Then, Aillard would grip me harder on my waist to fix me in his embrace. In a soft whisper, he exhaled, "You're not paying attention at all, angel."

Fighting a grin, I denied the truth. "I'm totally paying attention."

Aillard only shook his head a little before refocusing his attention on the movie again. Honestly, nothing of that movie went into my mind anymore since he decided to remove himself from his beanbag and share one with me. That was pretty much at the point where I had gotten distracted.

I pretended to pay attention to the movie, while Aillard pretended not to be doing anything. He had his gaze fixed on the screen ahead of us, but his hands were travelling up the length of my thigh and along the curve of my hips. I complained, "You're distracting me."

"I'm not," he denied straightforwardly, but his hands were doing exactly whatever he said he wasn't doing. Not even bothering to hide any form of mischief he was attempting, his fingers went under the hem of my sweater and brushed ticklishly against my waist. A breathless moan tumbled past my lips, and I murmured, "Aillard."

"Hmm?" he sounded nonchalant, leaning in to peck a kiss on my lips before asking, "What is it?"

Unable to resist the desire that was rising within me, I rolled my hips against his and pleaded, "I want you—"

A devilish smirk tipped from a corner of his lips as he whispered in my ear, "I was waiting for you to say that."

Without waiting for a reply from me, Aillard kissed the sensitive spot under my ear and his hand moved from my waist up to cup one of my breasts. I couldn't seem to get a grip of the fire burning within me and the pulses of electricity zipping through my veins. My fingers closed into tight fists, balling the soft material of his sweater as I tried to hold onto him to ground myself within the feeling of his intimate touches. The sounds of the movie felt like white noises buzzing softly in my ears and all I could focus on was every inhale and exhale that he left against my skin.

I pulled the sweater off me and tugged on the sweater that he was wearing. Aillard complied but held onto my wrists and locked my movement when he said, "It's cold out here, let's head inside first."

Frustrated, I struggled against the restraint he placed on me and argued, "I can't wait already, you are driving me crazy."

I knew Aillard to be as stubborn as me, so I spread my thighs and locked my ankles against each side of his hips. With his strength, he could easily haul me up and walk into the house, but I intentionally ride my hips against his length in the most teasing manner while challenging, "Still going to endure till we enter the house?"

Almost as if he had snapped from his self-restraint, Aillard hauled me up and flipped me over on the large bean bag, he breathed roughly, "Kneel over, angel."

The beanbag was a little too soft and I staggered a little while trying to find a comfortable position to kneel against. Knowing Aillard, he quickly supported me in position before I could embarrassingly fall to my side. Aillard tugged lightly on my arm, and I turned around to face him. His storm-grey eyes were fixed onto mine as he pulled me closer to him, till our lips touched. His kiss was soft but there was no slow seduction to it. He tasted me warningly while his hand clasped around my neck, stroking up and down till my body shuddered at the thrill of his touch against my bare skin.

Perhaps, I shouldn't have teased this man because I was beginning to regret the strength of his desire.

I held her in my arms and kissed her slowly. When our lips parted, she opened her eyes to look at me. Those thick lashes fluttered, sweeping up and revealing my favourite pair of blue eyes. The blue in her eyes paled under the soft moonlight above us and warmed against the candlelight flickering beside us. Her brown hair was free, flowing with the gentle rhythm of the sea breezes that brushed past us. My heart thudded painfully as I ran my fingers through her hair. Wren reached for my hand that was tangled between her soft brown locks and curled her fingers in. She moved the hand to the side of her cheek before turning to the side and leaving a kiss on my palm. When our gazes collide and locked again, I saw affection in the sincerest form brimming from the depths of her eyes — and that broke me.

Broke me right apart.

I bent her over as she hugged onto the material of the soft beanbag and leaned her weight against my arm that was supporting her hip. I swept her hair to the side before leaning forward to kiss her on her shoulder and hearing her moan breathlessly against the feel of my lips on her bare skin. I reached for the band of her leggings and rolled it down to her knees as I eased a finger inside of her.

"God," Wren gasped, her hand reached for my arm and clutched onto it tightly.

I worked my hand, pressing my palm against the most sensitive spot while matching my breaths against her moans. A sense of satisfaction brimmed within me when I felt her body shuddering against my touch. Pulling her closer to me, I caught her earlobe between my lips and whispered, "Come, angel."

Her body reacted against my command and fell weakly against the arm that was holding her. I flipped her over and faced her, asking, "More?"

Hazy gaze and a little exhale, Wren panted, "More."

This woman exactly existed to drive me crazy, I swear. She was absolutely the trigger to my insanity — how my heart trips over my emotions time and again for her. Wren hugged onto her thighs and relaxed against the softness of the beanbag. Her name tumbled past my lips in a rough exhale when I slowly entered her, "Wren."

Crude as it sounds, the tightness was almost unbearable. The rolled-down tight leggings that she was wearing were keeping her thighs close together and I could feel her warmth all the way into the depth. Wren shuddered when I tried to move against her — one deep, long thrust after another. She breathed my name in a pleading manner as she gripped my arm tighter. Wren didn't stop me, and I didn't stop wanting her.

Adjusting my gaze, I stared down at Wren. Her cheeks were flushed in pink against the pale of her skin, her lips were red and slightly swollen, and her eyes were speckling brighter than the stars above us. Short strands of her hair that clung against her face and neck were wetted by sweat that dusted her bare skin. I wished I had chosen a more appropriate time to tell her these words, but they simply bubbled up my throat as I spoke, "I love you."

Her blue eyes widened in surprise, but Wren didn't even take a second to hesitate before she replied, "I love you too."

It was a silent pause until Wren shuddered and sneezed. The tension in the air quickly dissolved with her laughter as she claimed, "Oh gosh, I just ruined a moment."

My eyes just subconsciously scanned through the position we were in, and I choked out a laugh too, saying, "You didn't, angel. I thought that was much needed."

It's funny how we're chatting so casually in our current position, but she complained, "I wished I had listened to you to enter the house."

"Cold, isn't it?" I asked, readjusting us into a less awkward position as I reached for a thick shawl and wrapped her around it. I casually wore my pants and picked her up from the beanbag.

"It's still quite early. What are we going to do back in the house?" she enquired so innocently.

My body was far from innocent as I informed, "What do you think, my little songbird? I'm nowhere near done with you."

Wren became flustered as she stammered, "I-I'm cold."

"I'll warm you up," I said, raising a brow as I looked towards her. "Where did all that confidence go when you teased me, hmm?"

"It went together with my sudden sneeze," she chuckled cheekily.

"Don't worry," I laughed. "I'll find it back for you." 


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