"Dear.. would you want to bear my child?"
"..." my face flushes bright red.. my heart almost jumping out of my chest as if a toad was living behind my ribs.
"I—"
What should I say.. what should I say?! Yes? Yes but not yet? I don't know! But my pause has been too long it's starting to feel awkward—
But his eyes.. oh his eyes.. they looked at me with such warmth but with a golden resolve.. assuring me that whatever may happen, he'll be with me through it all.
"Yes."
His eyes lit up against the dark room, as he pushes his palm onto my hand.. intertwining our fingers..
He caresses my cheek with his other hand, gently brushing his hard knuckles against my red-struck cheek.. he turns his hand as he nudges his palm.. I give in.. nuzzling into his warm touch.
Our other hand weave together as he leans in to my mouth. Our soft lips locks each other in place..
I could feel his face push against mine as he seems to want to devour more of my mouth.
I gasp for air.
He nudges in.
This time pushing his wet tongue against the edges of my lower lip.. he slips it into my gasping mouth.
Our slippery licks flick and sweep in a passionate kiss.. seeming more of a discourse of tongues than that of a calm sip of lukewarm tea in a chilly morning.
Melting into this slobbery pash, I heard a deep growl release behind his throat.
As if he could push any harder, our teeth clash.. we were like animals giving into our primal urges.
His hand, previously on my cheek, slither down to my neck, for some reason I felt so sensitive that I could feel every fibre of hair being stroked by his rough palms.
They fall lower.
Until his hand was up against my breast.
I jolt. He holds my hand tighter.
We have never touched this way.. yet his hands felt so familiar against my bosom.
They squeeze, I felt his fingers push against the flesh of my chest. My clothes wrinkle and crinkle as he pushes and grabs..
A whimper escapes my mouth.. a sound I've have never heard come out of my being.
He pauses.. pulls his head back and looks at me. His eyebrows furrowed and a smirk creeping up his mouth..
My face turns hot.. steaming hot.. my ears feel like they're burning my hair. I wanted to raise my hands and cover my face but he's still pushing down on them, locking me in place.
Somehow I felt myself wanting to cry.
But he must've seen my eyes starting to water because he reaches his lips to my eye, I close them.. he kisses my eyelid and leans into my ear.
"Don't hold back your voice."
He whispered.