Day 5: HOT
I am dreadfully sorry that it had taken far too long for me to accomplish this day. Not only it had taken ages to be done it is not complete, or should I say I could not complete it.
Erotic literature must not be my fitting. I find it hard to even compose a sentence of Kid touch her *cough, mound *cough*
I don't even know if I should put this on restrictions since it likely doesn't have it expect the part with her hand.
Again, I apologies if I cannot deliver what you wish.
His kiss was soft and slow.
The wedding vow his lips had spoken cause tears to fall from my eyes. Never in my mind would I have thought of us having this solemn and private wedding. Never would thought he would do such a romantic thing for me - never thought I would be expose to the world. The day had started dreadful, anger and disappointment swimming through my heart. I was mad at him, mad on how he could place 'that' over our wedding and disappointed on how he couldn't even wait for me to rise from slumber or wake with his sweetness like the days we have spent together.
How unfair and sweet is it not?
How easily a resolve crumble with just a smile, how easily the anger faded with just a brush of his fingers, how easily he melts and chase away all the insecurities and loneliness that had barge its way to my heart. How unfair it is that he is my weakness yet my strength, but I am the same to him, am I not? Then maybe it is not unfair after all.
His kisses is such a mystery to me.
Sometimes, it would tickle my ear, assure and calm me when he would kiss me on my forehead, feel like a toddler under his protection when his lips would touch my head. A kiss on the nose? A giggle I shall and I shall blush when he would peck my cheeks. I feel like a lady, worthy of respect and admiration while he would hold my hand and plant a kiss on the back. His lover, when he would deliver his feelings as our lips brush. His partner when he kiss my neck and a woman, who could not only stir, but fuel and fill his deep want of being together and one as he goes further. But, most of all – I feel like his wife, his Queen when he would passionately kiss the ring we both have and share.
"Maka."
His voice was low and soft, tickling my body and soul until I left out a giggle. I was still clinging on to him, my arms wrap around his broad shoulders. I have two choices right now, it is either I would postpone or let him, and of course I had choose the latter. I don't want to hold back anymore, our emotions are the same, there is no point in resisting this charming man in front of me. "I love you so much." Are the words I heard from lips before it had crushed into mine. Our tongues tangling, fighting for dominance that I am losing and leaving both of us out of breath. I had realize that he had carried me and placed me on top of the blanket over the rose bush. "Forgive me that your husband cannot contain himself enough to carry you to the bedroom." Oh that boyish smile of his, that smile that he knew he is up to no good but also knew I would be proud of it. Indeed I am proud of, but a little… fun and teasing doesn't hurt.
"Sir, it is not that my husband cannot carry me I mind, but it is if my husband can actually satisfy want I need." "Oh? But rumors speak that your husband is good, am I wrong?" "Good is different from great Sir." I whispered, his mind processed the words I had spoken – but it couldn't compete to how solid he is becoming in my hands as his eyes dilated in front of me. "Like how hearing and seeing is nothing compared on experiencing it on hand, am I right? My dear Husband." I cannot stop the smile forming in my lips, cannot stop my hand from caressing his part that will satisfy both of our craving. "I want to drown and lose myself tonight."
His lips had crushed to mine again, drowning me in this hard demanding feeling. The kiss was passionate, his mouth was warm and inviting. His tongue delved into my mouth, until I writhed and tried to catch my breath. I thought he would pause for a moment in order for me to relax, yet I was wrong – that was not his plan. He had brushed his tongue on my lips before claiming it once again for a hungry kiss. He had pressed long kisses down my jaw and neck, feeling his teeth softly biting and tugging the soft skin. He earned a soft moan from me when he had kissed my collarbone and chest. "Have I told you how much I love it when I hear you moan?" I could feel the smile on his lips as he gently kissed my forehead, and how slowly he is pulling the sleeves of my dress until I could feel the cold wind caressing my shoulders. "Mhm. You always whisper it to my ear every night." "Then, have I told you how beautiful you are bathe under the moonlight?"Lord Death. Why did you made this man my weakness? Kid. You had not only made me happy tonight, but everyday of our waking lives. Being in love with you and saying I love you is something I will never regret. But, sadly. I cannot, I cannot say it to him, but how he had caressed my cheek says he understands and knows how I really feel. "I love you too and more Kid."