Make Love
Something about you now. I can't quite figure out. Everything she does is beautiful. Everything she does is right.
—— You and Me, Lifehouse
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I TAKE A TEN-MINUTE SHOWER. The water begins to sprinkle from above, cascading through my body. I had to pinch myself for the nth time in order to confirm if everything that's happening now is real. It's just too good to be true. Who would've thought that we'd reconcile? I smile like an idiot as I recall what transpired an hour ago.
I put on the bathrobe as I step out of the room.
Earl is waiting for me to finish.
I nod gesturing to him that I'm done. He takes his cue and enters the washroom.
I rummage through my bag, searching for a pajama to wear. I chew my lower lip nervously. I wasn't able to find one. All I found are my nightgowns, a bunch of negligees. They hardly even reach my knees.
During my preparation for the seminar, I recklessly picked whatever sleeping wear I could find because I didn't really expect that we'd have to share a room.
"Shit," I curse lowly.
I regret my choice of clothes. I am used to wearing nightgowns, but only when I'm alone. And then an idea finally comes to mind; I can just wear whatever negligee I choose and hide it in a robe. Problem solved. It's not like he'll mind anyway.
I slip on my silky yellow negligee, the length doesn't reach my knees but it's alright, it won't gonna be seen anyway.
The moment I finish dressing up, Earl is finally done. He's half-naked, a towel is wrapped in his waist. Go away you damn temptation! I mentally scream. I keep a straight face, acting cool as if I'm not bothered by his bare existence.
I turn around and he understands why I did; I hear him slip into his clothes. "You can look now," he announces, and I did. I see him stare at me questioningly "Hey, are you planning on wearing that to sleep?" He points toward the robe I'm wearing.
"Uhm..." I nibble the insides of my cheeks, "Does it bother you?"
"Not really," he replies, his mien suddenly becoming playful. "Although I'm quite curious about what's inside."
My face flushes "Tch! Stop with your innuendos!" I chide.
"Alright, I won't push it, babe," he responds, smiling lopsidedly.
There are four pillows. I have to sacrifice the two pillows that will serve as a divider for the two of us. I set up the bed and blankets. When Earl notices what I'm doing, he asks "What do you think you're doing?"
"I'm making a division."
He chuckles faintly. "And you're serious about it?"
I nod, which makes him laugh more. My brows furrow at his reaction. "What's funny about it?"
"You don't need those damn dividers."
"But I want them there!" I exclaim curtly. I've been getting short-tempered about petty things lately. I don't really know what's wrong with me. He is insistent of having it off, but I'm too stubborn and I wouldn't allow it.
We bicker, and I childishly whine, not letting him gain the upperhand.
Unfortunately, he wins.
I lie down in bed and drape myself with a blanket. This is the first hour ever since we've made up and yet I'm pissed. I feel him slouch beside me. I turn away from where he's facing. I can tell that he's probably amused by how things are going his way.
"Hey." He prods my shoulder. I pretend I'm asleep, I don't respond. I feel him poke me again. "Hey, I'm sorry babe. Don't get mad at me please."
Ugh, shit! I roll over and face him.
"H-Hey! W-Why are you crying?!"
Why am I crying? I don't know either. "I'm not crying," I sniffle.
He pulls me close to him.
I lean my head against his chest as he encloses my waist in his arms. All my frustrations are gone. Dug dug, I can hear how fast his heart beats. He caresses my hair and kisses the top of my head. "You can hear it right?"
"Hmm?"
"My heartbeat."
I bury my face in his neck; I can smell his usual sage scent, my favorite cologne of all time. "Yeah."
"You're the only one who has that effect on me."
I smile at his words. I rise up and level my face to him. Planting my lips on his. I have no idea when will this moment last, I find myself inebriated, I couldn't stop. Things begin to heat up when his tongue beckons for entrance, I open my mouth to make an aperture.
I can feel the longing and all the wistfulness he pours into the kiss. I respond with the same intensity. He flips himself over, pinning me down on the bed. We're still kissing; our tongues are entangled, battling for dominance. As our lips part, we both gasp for air.
He breathes huskily and locks his green eyes into mine. My hand unconsciously moves and find its way on his crotch. Even with his boxers on, I could still feel his stiffness. Without further hesitation, I slide my hand on his hardness. I hear him moan, which sounds so damn sexy. In my whole life, this is the first time I've ever done this for a man. I don't regret it, though. Oh golly, I hope I'm doing it right.
I increase the pace of my stroke. And the moment I feel his climax, I stop.
My breathing becomes ragged.
"Damn it, Lianne. I'm not good in dealing with temptations, especially if it's you."
I bite my lower lip tensely.
"And now you're biting your lip. You're turning me on," He nibbles my lower lip and trail kisses down to my neck. I stifle a moan as he nips my skin. I tug the rope of my robe, exposing the revealing nightgown I've been hiding. I never intend to show what's beneath but it seems like things have gone unpredictable.
"Lianne," he brings his lips on my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "Can I make love to you?"
It sounds so alluring coming from him. I don't have any second thoughts on expressing my response, I blurt out a soft, "Y-Yes."
He lifts the hem of my nightdress; he takes it off as he hurls it on the floor. I notice how his eyes feast on my assets. I'm not really insecure with my body, in fact, I often get compliments from people about it. But when it's him, my self-consciousness wakes. Everything is so unplanned; I haven't even prepared myself for this.
He traces the outline of my curves and whispers, "You're beautiful."
The way he says it makes me feel loved and wanted.
He presses his lips against the scar of my chest,. I groan, raking my fingers through his hair. My whole being is responsive to his; it's as if every inch of my body memorized him. "I don't plan on letting you go, ever, again."
I squirm underneath as I feel his fingers slide inside me. My breathing labored as I muffle my moans. It's painful, but as his fingers sustain its magic, pleasure took over. It didn't take too long for me to reach the peak.
I realize that I still have my underwear on. He pants heavily and looks at me in the eye, "I'm losing my sanity being this close to you," he murmurs.
I feel his hand on the hem of my panty. His fingers fumble as he tries to pull it down urgently. Due to his impulsiveness, he ends up ripping off my underwear.
"Heh. Eager much, aren't we? Mr. Neilhart," I tease, letting out a nervous laugh.
"I don't have patience for this. I waited for so long. Those ten years were enough. And now you're gonna have to start paying for it."
I couldn't help but chuckle. "And what will be the payment for that?"
"Sleepless nights."
I laugh in amusement.
What he's saying is vulgar, but why does it sound so enticing coming from him? If he were a different person, I would've decked him by now. But this is Earl, the man I've loved for ten years and the one I still yearn for in the present.
He takes off his boxers, mindlessly tossing it somewhere. I feel his throbbing member poke my thighs. I gulp, bracing myself for what's coming. He positions himself, hovering above me. I muffle all my cries the moment he immerses himself inside me.
My legs are trembling. He cups my face with his hands and asks, "A-Are you okay?"
"Y-Yeah."
"Hold on to me, baby."
I nod and oblige.
I wrap my arms around him as he moves. He begins to drive his hip slowly; I know he was doing his best to be gentle. Little by little, the pace of his thrusts increase, it doesn't take a while for me to familiarize the pattern of his movements. The next thing I know, the two of us are moving rhythmically. With each surge, my nails sink deeper into his back.
I know this isn't the first time we have done this, but compared to our past escapades, this is the most memorable one. The excruciating sensation moments ago is soon replaced by a delightful one. "Ngghh..."
"Shit, I'm close," he whimpers.
Screams of pleasure fill the room. I quiver, a foreign feeling is starting to well up inside me, it could explode anytime now.
And before I know it, we finally reach the zenith.
The two of us catch our breath in unison. He nestles his head in the crook of my neck. "I love you," he mumbles softly.
All my energy is used up, but I still manage to reply a weak, "I love you too."
My eyes are starting to get droopy. He looks at me and smiles. It's been so long ever since I've seen that mirthful smile. He encloses me in a tight embrace, never in my life have I felt so secure and safe, Earl is the only one who has that impact on me.
As I relish the feeling of being this close to him, I passed out, sleeping peacefully in his arms; lulled by his warmth.