He keeps staring for the lonest moment, as I have something on my face that he can’t off. Or as if there is something he is searching in my eyes. He always searches , and I doubt he has ever found whatever that he looks for in them. "No. You!"
His response to my prior question resonates with a depth that pierces through me, his a rich tapestry of emotions—deep, gravelly, and filled with a languishing that leaves me breathless.
Butterflies erupt in my belly, like I have never heard such a sweet thing in my entire . Simple things that arouse me. This love that I have for him makes everything so for him. He does not have to sweat looking for heavy romantic messages or a mountain to make me warm up. No. Even a simple thing as an empty stare me trembling with desire before him.
“I am not in love with our sex, but you, Ellie! And I am not obsessed with this sex. I can’t refrain myself from appreciating you the best way I know how. Every atom of me yearns for you in every sense and aspect." he says, taking another around my face.
"I want you by all means, Ellie—may it be the times that we just talk about anything everything and laugh our asses off, or the times we spend playing with , or the time that we just stare at each other with nothing to say, or the that I have you trembling beneath me as we make love, or you being a sub, or even the times that we annoy each other to the core. I love every of our moments. That is how much I love you, Ellie."
"And I love you as much, Damian. I love you so much," I whimper the three magical for the very first time to him, gladly that I finally found my voice. And what an for its come back. I can’t believe this.
Well, there was that one time when the words slipped out of my tongue. But that was but a slip. Today, I know what I am sayoing. I formulated the words myself. And
I feel like that was a load I had been carrying on my chest. Not it has beel lifted. I finally confessed.
It's funny. I derived romantic, sweet names for him before he even made me feel this . I called him love a couple of times during our sexcapades, never knowing that were whiffs of how deep he had dived into me. I never even perceived a man like would fall this deep for me. I am a desperate and broken vessel. I feel it, and I am that he is so deep into me just the way I am. He loved me, not because I am a
Riccaford, but for the simple me. And for this reason alone, I want to remain this . To be his forever simple, weird Ellie!
"I love you more, Ellie," he mutters, and a faint grin sparkles on my plummeted lips.
"Are you ready for this?" He says this, nudging me gently on the bed and hovering on of me, scanning my face from above.
Is he really asking that? Should I not be the one asking because, well, is this what he ? To ruin his straight suit and all the effort he expended fixing himself up for ? "If I say no to this, you won't force it?" I taunter him, enclosing a leg round him .
"Just say the word and see how submissive I can get. Only to my special person," he , and I gaze at him. Sometimes I feel like it is a dream to have so much over a man like this. I meant, it is too much, right? It’s like he is the man yet I the one driving him. I know he would kiss me gently, gently roll off me and even if I said no. "So? Do you want me to get off you?" He implores when I take to respond.
"No, Damian. Make love to me."
He smirks, snaring my lips in yet another slow-burn, deep kiss that stirs all the desires me, inciting a clash of desires. As he kicks his shoes off, I battle with his belt, him to strip as fast as possible so that he can pleasure me like he always does, damn this suit of his! He chuckles between the kisses after sensing my desperation.
Hovering off the bed, he drops all the pieces of his clothes, and then he pinches his one after the other to the bed again and kneels at my feet, worshipping the sprawled before him.
He stops, fixing his desire-coated dark orbs on my vulnerable lusted ones, his amplifying the humidity of the beautiful sunny morning.
"No. You!" He responds to my prior question, his voice deep, gravelly, and . "I am not in love with our sex, but you, Ellie! Every single atom of me for you in every sense and aspect. I want you in every single way that we make time together memorable, and not just sex. I want you by all means, all means,
Ellie-may it be the times that we just talk about anything and everything and laugh asses off, or the times we spend playing with ingredients, or the time that we just at each other with nothing to say, or the times that I have you trembling beneath as we make love or you being a cotrolling sub, or even the times that we annoy other to the core. I love every sense of our moments. That is how much I Love , Ellie.” he slopes his forehead on mine, swaddling his palm around the back of neck. Our moist lips are brushing each other, and we are breathing directly from other's noses.
"And I love you as much, Damian. I love you so much," I whimper, and I just realized it was the first time I am mumbling those words to him. I was so unable to utter three simple words to him all those times I tried. But today I did, and it feels so for them to roll out especially in this mood. "I love you, Damian." I emphasize.
It's funny. I derived romantic sweet names for him before he even made me feel this . I called him love a couple of times during our sexcapades never knowing that were whiffs of how deep he had dived into me. I never even perceived a man like would fall this deep for me. Me, a desperate and broken vessel. I feel it, and I am that he is so deep into me, just like I am to him.
"I love you more, Ellie," he mutters, and a faint grin sparkles on my plummeted lips.
"Are you ready for this?" He says, nudging me gently on the bed and hovering on top me, scanning my face from above.
Is he really asking that? Should I not be the one asking because, well, is this what he ? To ruin his straight suit and all the effoert he exorted fixing himself up for thi?
"If I say no to this, you won't force it?" I taunter him, enclosing a leg round him .