13 July 2022
"Mommy, I'm leaving now!"
"Tell your daddy as well."
"Dad–!"
"Yes, honey. Have fun!"
The young lady jumped into her friend's car and soon left her parents alone in the house. Her friends invited her over for a sleepover before they went apart as two of them will soon study overseas, while Christine was the one that will stay in Singapore and continue her study at Nanyang Girls High School. Though still, deep inside, she wanted to go to Institut Le Rosey.
Being left all alone at home, Fransesca could only smile as the young lady left the house. It has been raining heavily outside since the morning. A storm, to be exact. The thunder and the lights that flashes on the sky sometimes scare her, so she decided to spend most of her time today in her room while listening to classical music while reading her novel by Jane Austen.
"Franseca," Clayton called her as he handed her a cup of warm tea suddenly. "Yes? What is it, Clay?" asked the woman softly as she received the cup carefully. One of her eyebrows was raised, confused on why the man handed her the tea. "I miss you." he said as he kissed her on the cheek.
Fransesca couldn't help but to giggle. "I'm here all day, in my room. You can knock on my door if you miss me and we could talk anytime, love." she responded as she caressed his left cheek softly with her thumb. Carefully, the woman put down her cup of tea on the living room table and gave him a warm hug he always wanted from her.
The kind of hug that felt different from anyone else's.
That hug that she gave him felt like home. It felt like a place where he belonged and he couldn't help but to ask for more every single time he saw her. Her eyes became a place where he could find peace. Her lips became the source of melodies to the ear. Her soft touches became his weakness. Only in Fransesca, he found where he could rest his heart at.
"How I wish I could have this kind of hug for the past sixteen years," he whispered as she smiled at her. Gazing into her eyes lovingly. "I always longed for this kind of thing. I'm grateful that I could do it any time now, whenever I want it."
"You can always have one as well in the past, love."
"It's different when all I want is you, sweetheart."
He responded with his low, gentle voice. Something that soothes her heart and mind at once. It's their first time being lovey dovey such as now and it took them sixteen years to finally be able to do one, and what follows in the future. Certainly, all the regrets meant nothing but a thing: why don't they talk about it sooner? The kind of regret for not being able to experience these sweet things sooner. The kind of regrets for staying with their ego and the emotions behind that led them to those unexplainable situations, in which they don't want to be in again.
"I notice that you call me by that sweet nickname." said the middle child of the Kingsley family as he tucked some strands of her hair to the back of her left ear. Soon, the woman blushed as she was flustered by the words that he said. "Can you please not bring it up into the conversation, Clayton? I might not be able to call you by it again after this."
"Why? Don't be shy. I'm going to call you sweetheart all the time, then."
"Clayton, not in front of Christine."
"Why?"
"It sounds cheesy."
They both giggled as he wrapped his left arm around her waist, erasing the gap between the two souls. He could gaze into those beautiful eyes all the time if he wanted to. Parting away from the woman whom he loved so dearly felt suffocating and painful, he didn't want to experience it twice.
"It sounds cheesy because we're old?" teased Clayton, as he kissed her on the forehead once again. Fransesca nodded. "I'm 44 and you're 55. If I was Christine, I would cringe hearing my parents saying sweetheart or love to one another." she told him in response to his previous question. "I don't think she would mind us talking that way. She's an angel, just like you."
He cupped her face with his right hand before he kissed her on the lips softly, gently, as he tried to convey the feelings inside his heart. The woman replied his kiss, as soft as his, as gentle as his, expressing the emotions she had inside her heart for so long. Her hands were on his chest as they kissed in the living room. Closing their eyes, letting their lips meet with each other.
Then, they parted away. Unwillingly to both parties.
Fransesca smiled at him and rubbed his arm softly. "It's getting cold here. The storm won't end. Christine is also away. I'm going back to my room to enjoy the warm tea you made for me. Thank you, love."
The old man refused to let her go. He went clingy around her as he pouted. "Repeat that last word that you said, Fransesca." asked the man. "Which one?" the woman then asked him, teasing the man, to be exact. "That one, Fransesca." He wanted her to say the word, not him. He wanted to hear that word from her, the nickname she gave to him.
"Love. My love."
She said it. She said it to the man as she winked. Slowly, he put down his arm from her waist and took the cup of tea as she walked into her room. The man was too stunned to speak. How a word, a nickname he gave to him, sounds so beautiful. Sounds so mesmerizing that it successfully stopped his heart from beating. It stopped him from everything; as if the world revolved around him.
The beautiful figure that he saw getting away from his sight as she entered her room, he couldn't help but to follow her every movement. His eyes were fixated at the woman who brought joy into his platonic life. The woman who introduced him to a name called love.
He took some steps forward towards the lady. As she put down her cup of tea on her night stand, the lad grabbed her hand, turned her around, wrapped his arm once again around her waist, and without anything to be said prior, he gave her a peck on her lips.
He stole one from her, causing the woman to stand in surprise.
Clayton would say that he was blinded, once again, by her. Her beauty, her soft lips and her gentleness. Everything became so intoxicating for him, he couldn't resist but to kiss her and stole pecks from her. Something in her drew him deeper into this feeling. The feeling he's been dying to show yet he couldn't.
"Love?"
Fransesca called him softly, again with the tone he fell for and the nickname he wanted to hear, again and again. He's addicted to that simple nickname that she gave him. "Call me once again, please. Call me once again with the exact tone and word, sweetheart."
"Love."
Seconds after, she could feel his lips on hers. She could feel his warmth wrapped around her. The warmth she needed; not because of the coldness that the storm gave her, but the kind of warmth that drew her deeper into him. Into his feelings and everything in between. The one that felt like magic and drove slowly hypnotized her.
Their eyes were then shut, as they went deeper with the kiss. The kiss that expressed their feelings more than their previous kisses. The kiss that expressed more than what they could by words. The scent from his scented soap he used to clean himself earlier, along with the deep scent of a red wine from the perfume that she sprayed on her previously, became something they wanted to have on each other.
Slowly, he pushed the door closed with his left foot as he wrapped her closer into him. At that very moment, their minds went blank. Nothing but wanting to feel more. Nothing but wanting to express more. Nothing but wanting to have each other more than they were in the past. Than they were today.
Their tongues intertwined along with the feelings inside their heart. His left hand traced her back gently, from the back of her neck, downwards, following her spine with the tip of his fingers. A soft moan slipped from her lips and that's when he knew they wanted each other more than he thought they would be. They wanted each other more, with everything between them.
So as they deepened their kiss, he slowly pulled down her zipper. The loose dress slipped down easily, away from her body. The one he adored, the one he missed, the only one he wanted and no one else. He wanted her now as if there's no tomorrow.
"You know what?" he whispered as their lips finally parted. The bass in his tone, right in front of her left ears, struck her into his charm. His charm that she would never be able to resist nor ignore. The charm that took over her conscience and everything around it. The charm that forever became hers and no one else. "I've never touched anyone but you. You're all that I want. The one I desire."
His fingers reached the back of her bra and unhooked it, undressing the woman as they gazed into each other's world. They were enchanted by each other.
He laid her down on the bed as he took off his shirt and his pants. Then, he lowered his body on top of her with his left hand supporting his weight while his right hand slipped into her down there, causing the woman to arched her back as she moaned from the pleasure that struck her. The pleasure she never got to experience from others but him; the man he fell in love with.
She bit her lower lips as he left hickeys on her neck, kissing her weak spots here and there, weakening the woman. His wet lips, his tongue, his teeth; everything played its part as he kept moving his fingers down there, teasing the woman more and more as her moans became louder and clearer than before. He smirked when he felt her wet already, but he wanted to please her more.
He slipped two of his fingers inside her, gently moving it in and out, increasing the pace as time went by. Her eyes were shut, her hands desperately showing the man that she wanted more as she grabbed his shoulders tight. She threw her head back, wanting the man to let them melt with all the feelings as one.
So he did. He did what she wanted.
"Love..." she moaned in frustration. Her eyes looked into his irises as she showed her desperation. Her body was shaking so bad just by his fingers inside her and he couldn't help himself but to push himself slowly into her as he pulled his fingers out.
His length thrusted inside her wet, tight quim. Engulfing him into the madness of pleasure and the intoxicating feelings that erupted. Her long legs were on his shoulders, as they melted into one; the souls that were torn apart by the bitter past became one.
Clayton played his hands on her breasts as he thrust deeper and faster, causing them both to slip their moans and groans of sensations they could never be able to explain and define; of how sweet, how wonderful, how blinding it was to their body. As if there's an electric current inside, flowing in their veins. And as they met each other's opposite ends, they matched. They lit up what they never thought they would and they could.
Slowly he moved his hands to her neck, giving her a light choke that would restrain her movements. His shaft thrust deeper and deeper, faster as they felt the urge to do so inside their mind. It felt wonderful. It felt heavenly beautiful. It felt close to each other's hearts.
For him, Fransesca was enough to make him insane. Insane of every single thing that she did. Even gazing into him turned him into a crazy man, wanting for more than her smile. Wanting for more than a mere look at the eyes. She turned him into something he never thought he would be.
"I love... you."
"Deeper, love...ah—"
Exchanged of moans and groans they couldn't stop. Things got crazier as they went harder, as they went more from what they thought they would be. He turned her around, pulled both of her hands backward as well as her hair, and thrust his shaft without mercy. He gave no mercy and she loved it. She loved how the man treated her from a queen, to a possessive one. He turned to a man who showed her how much he craved for her all these years.
Dissolving as one, mind and soul. Their bodies became one; with all the things they've wanted to feel from each other. An act of love. An act of sin. An act of passion. An act where they could finally let their feelings become known to one another.
They were the mess they longed for so long.
They were the mess they never thought they would need in life.
They were love, in a way they couldn't even tell.
"Love.." she stuttered between the pleasure that clouded her mind. It became louder and it became a thing they expected; the thing they finally reached— the eruptions of pleasure and all the things surrounding the feeling of love inside their hearts towards each other. Deep inside, as they reached their climax.
Her body that arched so seductively became a view to the man. A beautiful view he could never forget. Slowly, he let her hands off as well as her beautiful strands of black hair. He landed kisses on her back as he pulled himself out after the release.
He rested his body next to her as they kissed again, passionately. Covering their naked body with a white, thick blanket. Making sure that they could rest comfortably, warmly, after the sex they had; where their emotions entwined.
Clayton stroked her hair gently as they tried to catch up with their breath. She felt safe, she felt loved, she felt all the things she never thought she would feel when she's around him. The man who kept her by his side, all the time, under his wings.
Kisses on the crown, down to her forehead, eyes, nose, then lips. She giggled, loving every kiss he landed on her body.
"Can I do something, love?"
"What is it sweetheart?" asked the man.
Fransesca shyly replied. "Will you close your eyes first? I'll let you know as a surprise."
The man nodded, giving her the permission to do something that she wanted. Everything for and to the man. He closed his eyes, not wanting to peek for the surprise she wanted to give to him. He could feel her moving under the blanket before something wet engulfed him to another satisfaction, pleasure, and electrifying feelings. He knew what she did and how naughty she became.
As the woman moved her head, he couldn't help but to shut his eyes and enjoyed her service. The tip of the tongue that played on the tip of his shaft, the wet surface that licked him right at that very part, then upwards from the lowest part before she put it inside her small, wet yet seductive mouth caused him to shiver and even shook his body.
His hands slipped into the blanket and grabbed her hair, before helping the woman to please him in the most intoxicating way. He was out of his breath because of the beautiful woman he would forever claim as his and he's grateful that he could do so. Clayton peeked, only to see those seductive eyes gazing into him from down there, causing the man to bite his lips as he felt the urge to move his waist.
"Go on, sweetheart. Do things as you want." he whispered between his moans.
Fransesca made him crazy. Super crazy, in fact, he never imagined that the woman would be this naughty in front of him, on the bed. The intimacy they shared became something he could never try to exchange with anything else. The intimacy that brought them closer, to know each other's feelings deeper; the one that makes them fall deeper.
Fransesca Adelaidine Rhee and Clayton Nicholas Kingsley; again, once again, blinded by their feelings and emotions in between. Entwining themselves and everything, everything including the past, present, and future.
to be continued.