Elena shivers in my lap. My fingers skate over her breasts. I want it to be slow in a way she can't handle.With my left hand on her breast, I play with it while I capture the other with my mouth. With my thumb I circle her nipple, my right finger mirrors the action on her clitoris. It's perfect synchrony, even more so when she starts to conflict with herself; wanting and not being able to moan.Some people stayed here after the wake, which means the house is partially full. At least the rooms are.I continue to tease the other nipple with my tongue, sucking and pinching. She moans softly, it's all she can do at this point.I twist and pinch the nipple between my thumb and index finger, and pull the other between my lips. Her skin in this area is soft and delicate, it makes me want to spend days like this.My eyes are fixed on her face, but she tilts her head and closes her eyes, trying to absorb all the sensation I give her."Eyes open, my love. I want to see you" I murmur hoarsely.
With a heavy heart, she resumed her work, the rhythmic snips of the shears punctuating the solemn silence. "When my mother passed away, it felt as though a part of me perished with her. The pain was unbearable, knowing I would be left to navigate the world without her by my side. I clung to life only because of the promise I made to her... to care for our family," she rose from her knees, crossing to the opposite side of the garden where the wilted leaves awaited her attention. "She was everything to me. Beautiful, kind, and endlessly loving. I yearned for her presence every day, for the love that only she could bestow upon me."Aaron remained rooted to the spot, his gaze fixed upon her with unwavering empathy."But with Gordon..." Elena's voice wavered, laden with the weight of sorrow. "He was hardly the father figure I needed most of the time. And by the time he attempted to mend his ways, I had already outgrown the need for his guidance. I mean..." she paused, the weight of her wor
For a moment, they stood locked in a silent embrace, the space between them filled with a palpable sense of longing and loss. It was a moment fraught with unspoken words and unfinished conversations."Gordon..." Felicia's voice faltered, the weight of her emotions evident in every syllable."Yes, I know," Kesha responded softly, her tone devoid of judgment, filled instead with a gentle curiosity. "Are you sad? You did leave him."Felicia's heart sank as she struggled to find the right words. "Yes," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "Despite abandoning Gordon when he needed me the most, I feel... sad. It was a loss for me too."The heaviness of regret hung in the air as Kesha absorbed her mother's confession."Did you go to the funeral?"The question pierced through the somber silence, pulling Felicia deeper into her own remorse. "No. And you?"Kesha's response came with a tremor, her eyes unable to meet her mother's gaze. "No..." Her voice trailed off, laden with unspoke
"To be fucked?” I do not mince my words before saying it, making my fiancé laugh. Even though it's at my expense, it's a beautiful sound."The car” he clarifies, still clearly amused. His mood swings from one extreme to the other, within seconds."Oh... too” I murmur. Now the mood is soft, because I made him laugh. I intend to reach the end of the day on the same high.Aaron stops the car on the right side of the road. This is what I call "Nothing”. What are we doing here?“We’re here” he announces.Looking around, I only see tall pine trees, and, to my right, a white stone path, which doesn't have enough space for the car to pass. "To where?" earring.“I want to show you something” Aaron squeezes the hand that was already on my thigh."Inside the car?" I murmur lewdly, placing my hand on top of his.Almost instantly, Aaron's eyes darken, which is my thumbs up. “I am horrified, Mrs. RoseFord,” he feigns astonishment."I am sorry to interfere with your holiness" I raise an eyebrow, iro
With a tender smile, they clasped hands, their fingers intertwining in a silent vow of love and solidarity as they turned towards the waiting priest.In that sacred space, surrounded by the warmth of friendship and the tender embrace of family, Aaron and Elena stood united, ready to embark on the journey of a lifetime together. And as they faced the priest, their hearts beating as one, they knew that they were ready to embrace whatever the future held.The priest, clad in the traditional robes of his office, stood before the couple with a serene dignity that seemed to command the very essence of the sacred space. His presence was a testament to the solemnity of the occasion. "Dearly beloved," the priest began, his voice resonating with a gentle authority that filled the air with reverence, "We are gathered here today in the presence of the Almighty, surrounded by the love and support of family and friends, to witness and celebrate the union of two souls, Aaron and Elena, in the holy
Kesha remained silent, her heart heavy with the weight of Damon's words. She knew all too well the depth of his resentment towards her sister, and she couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for the role she had played in his schemes.What would it be like if Kesha was never there?Damon turned to her, his eyes flashing with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. "But things are going to change," he declared, his voice low and menacing. "Elena may have won the battle, but the war is far from over. And this time, I won't let anyone stand in my way."As he spoke, Kesha felt a chill run down her spine, a sense of dread settling over her like a suffocating fog. She knew that Damon's thirst for revenge knew no bounds, and she feared what he was capable of in his relentless pursuit of vengeance.But even as fear threatened to consume her, Kesha knew that she couldn't escape the tangled web of deceit and betrayal that Damon had woven around her. She was trapped. And as Damon's sinis
"If I give you a gift today, the chances of getting a badass gift on my birthday increase" she winks at me.Anastasia opens the back door she was leaning against and digs through her backpack. She takes a small gold box from her bag and hands it to me, then closes the car door.I open it carefully so as not to damage the pretty wrapping. I find a beautiful dark leather anklet with a silver pendant. The equipment is simple and meets the little girl inside me."Ana, thank you!" I hug her tight and give her a kiss on the cheek. The wind rattles our clothes once again as we walk away.After the hug, I look towards Aaron and see that, like me, he is watching me. I blow him an air kiss and get a sideways smile in response.Aaron is beautifully young.Sometimes I forget he's young, because he's always controlling and rarely really relaxes. But now, dressed in dark jeans and wearing aviator sunglasses while smirking, he looks like the perfect bad boy."Wedding days and you are still drooling
Finally, I choose a basic black bikini. Gail provided several options in the suitcase, but I intend to use the others in the coming days. I want to make the most of this beach and all the heat. I cover my bikini with just a beach cover-up so I do not feel naked and declare myself ready.We walked out of the house, barefoot. For a moment, I think that worries can't reach us here. We are so relaxed, joking, smiling."Did you bet on races when you were a kid?" I ask.I remember how I saw Dora interact with Aaron. She loves him very much. And that makes me think that his childhood was very happy.Remembering my mother-in-law even makes me miss her. She did not come to our wedding because, unfortunately, George Granger doesn't like me very much."No, I guess” he frowns."So here's your first time. Thanks!" With that said, I sprint towards the deck.Aaron hisses some epitaph before running after me, and this is the happiest moment of my life. Seeing him running over the scorching sand, wear