(Warning: Mature scene, if not comfortable then please skip this part)
SUNRISE::))
~Ari's POV~
Waking up being in arms was best indeed however situation made it worst, slowly removing his hands, making sure not to wake him up, I succeeded and moved towards the bathroom for the morning routine.
Thereupon, I came out of the bathroom, towel wrapped in hair and robe around my body. The first thing that happened after coming out from the bathroom was that my sights got a connection with his, sitting on the edge of the bed, eyeing me from tip to toe, feeling uncomfortable I walked into the closet for getting ready.
Pinning out the dress for today as hands stretched up, strutting on toes, my height wasn't good enough but being satisfied with whatever I had, was so of me.
Suddenly, I flinched when his hands snaked on my waist, my breath stopped, hesitantly I looked at him, facing his face resting on my shoulder. I gulped down the lump and tried to let go of his grip, watching him with joined eyebrow I didn't bother to justify my actions.
"What?" he questioned and walked closer towards me, pulling me closer with a hand at the back, nothing worked out to let him loosen his grip as he was much stronger than me.
I gave up but didn't connect sight with him, who was checking me out romantically.
"Why you didn't tell me that you were handing home yesterday?"
'Hm, as if you bothered to look after' I sighed but didn't let him know the reason considering his behaviour now, then he must have not known that he didn't know what I encountered.
"Tell? And why are you behaving weird from morning?" he again raised the question, and there was me who wouldn't bother to answer him. For the whole time, I was looking down at the floor, not wanting to look at him in the eyes.
"What happened?" now his tone showed a bit of annoyance as his grip on the back tightened, and then I looked up at him with almost no emotions in the sights.
"What?"
"Did something happen?" once seeing me, answering him, his tone softened and with one hand he removed the strand of the hair falling on my face.
"Nothing!" I let out in the cold mouthpiece, and I could see that he wasn't satisfied with the feedback. Watching him like this I tried to speak.
"Yesterday, I saw her kissing you, nothing more. Now let go of me!" I said and broke eye contact with him, after eyeing his reaction of surprise, I struggled to let off his grip, but he didn't budge and peeped at me.
"Let go of me, Ji-Hoon! I have told you already!" it was frustrating that he didn't deny that, in addition, that stood the reason for me to get disgruntled with him now.
"What?"
"I'm sorry, but it wasn't as you think-"
"Oh, but I don't want to know, stop it!"
He sighed
"Ari, she kissed me unexpectedly and I pushed her, I even made everything clear to her that I don't love her anymore, but she still loves me and thats not my fault her, I was walking away but she held my wrist and said that she loves me but I don't love her honestly," his eyes held sincerity as I watched him speaking the truth well I didn't know what happened exactly that they two to appeared to be together however I ignored it and watched him keep going.
"I don't love her,"
"Alright," I pretended to be cold.
"What?" he formed pout on his lips, and now that handsome looking businessman was acting like a cute child. Though it became hard to hold onto my laughter for the sake of the situation, I did while biting my bottom lips.
The moment I bite the lip, his eyes travelled towards the same and then looked up in the eyes.
"Why are you biting your lip?" he added
"Why can't I?" I tried to play cool but soon his expression changed from adorable to something I couldn't name.
"As you wish, but seriously I apologise to you, I didn't kiss her as well as I told her that I-" he paused and closed his eyes once he realised his words whereas I joined my eyebrows together.
"Hm?"
His sights again came to get a connection with him and watching his hands travel from back to cupping my face.
"Because I love you!"
'He really said that I couldn't give it any thought when his lips crashed over mine, I moaned at the sudden feeling of butterflies tossing in the stomach. And instantly I closed my eyes, snaking my hand at the back of his neck, messing with his hair, and then felt him smiling before picking me like a koala, walking towards the bed.
He was seated on the edge of the bed, with me on his lap, legs on either side of his waist.
I pulled away while pressing my hands over his chest, wanting to catch my breath, once we pulled off, our eyes connected, with the evidence of love insight.
"What did you just say?" I asked while struggling to get up from his lap.
"I said I love you!" he whispered and pulled me even closer to him, which we tossed on the bed, with me on the top.
"Okay!"
"What? Don't you want to say something in return?"
He looked at me while caressing the side of my cheek with the thumb, and I was looking at him, with hands resting over his chest.
"What?"
"Don't, please," again his adorable side spoke with the expression of the baby on the edge of crying.
"Yes!" I couldn't hold on anymore now, after knowing that he loved me and now nothing could stop me from confessing my feeling too.
"yeah? what?"
Sure of one thing that my cheek would have got the reddish shade, however, he didn't seem to notice the ruddiness.
"I love you too!" I confessed that's it.
And how bold of me, to kiss right on the lips without his notification, for a few seconds he looked surprised but then he too, kissed me back.
And after panting for air, we pulled away from kissing, eyes filled with lust, he caressed my bottom lip with his thumb, while eyeing me in between.
"What?" I asked him, feeling wetness in between my legs under his lustful stare.
Without answering, he tossed the position that now he was towering over me, his long curls covering my morning view, so I cupped his face, to pull him in for another passionate kiss, and he gave in. But after some pecks, his hands moved towards the knot tied, my breathing hitched, sensing his actions.
"Wait!" I said and held his hand.
"What?"
"We have to go for work, so better after," I let out and saw him smirking.
"What better after?"
"Nothing, just get ready," I said and pushed myself to the side and walked towards the closet.
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Nighttime:)
I was getting bored, watching the emptiness of the room, I left the office early to spend some time with him, but at the last moment, there appeared an important meeting, so he had to go and I had to get here alone.
After taking shower, I made myself comfortable on the bed and switched on the television to watch any entertaining movies which would help me with this boredom of missing him.
After one hour, I was so involved in the Chinese movie that his appearance didn't bother me, he walked towards me and seated behind me and when I felt like the bed sinking
, I watched him wrapping hands around the waist while legs on either side of me.
"When did you come?" I asked
"Just now!" now my whole attention was on him, that the scene in the movies didn't catch my attention.
When his eyes travelled to the screen, he smirked and looked at me.
"What?" I asked
"Nothing, just to rehearse the scene playing," he said and I instantly got focused on the screen where there was going on a smut scene.
My breathing got heavy, and I tried switching it off but when his one hand reached on the hem of the skirt, I looked up at him in surprise.
"Just watch the movie," he said and then his one hand was busy with the skirt while the other one caressed my breasts. And sudden moan escaped from my mouth when he pinched my nipple.
As we continued to watch the movie, it seemed but my attention was on his hands, he began to unbutton my skirt. One button at a time, slowly, methodically, with no hesitation. He knew how to unbutton buttons. There was no fumbling, which was part of why I couldn't find the courage to say, "Hey, what are you doing?" The other reason I couldn't find the courage to stop him was that I didn't want him to. No one was in our row, or behind us. My skirt unbuttoned, he took off his coat and placed it over my lap, chivalrous and careful. His hand slipped under the coat that covered me and found its way through the unbuttoned skirt. He pressed his warm palm firmly against my underwear. I looked at him. He looked straight ahead, his face suggesting only that he was engaged in watching this Chinese movie, in Cantonese or Mandarin, who could say? I tried to watch, too but was distracted by the warmth of his hand, and the protective sensation of being covered by his coat, denim lined with wool, its unfamiliar scent and feel, which promised a whole world, one I wanted a place in. He concentrated on the film, or seemed to, never looking at me once, as his fingers crept into my underwear. In this manner, both of us watching the film, the act of what he did with his hand was not just erotic but also slightly melancholy, even a little grave. I leaned my neck against the front of his chest and tried to relax, to not be nervous or self-conscious. I focused on the round gold of the gongs, the rice-white faces and wax-red mouths, bleached complexions with artificially rosy cheeks that looked punched or slapped or scalded. I watched these images in gold and red and white as Sandro's fingers fluttered and moved.
When my body began to tense, his hand understood and slowed itself down, its rhythm matching mine.
And then we slept into each other arms after going for three around, it was the first night with him but nothing could stop the euphoric feeling of feeling him inside, the pleasure he made me experience.