She refused this ending.
In fact, she had long accepted the fact that her father had abandoned her and her mother, and had only sought a truth, a result for her mother and herself. But how could she accept years of being cared for and special here and now just out of pity and guilt?
She opened a feast for one, full of truth, ambiguity, loneliness and sorrow.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean you never see me in a romantic way, don't you???" She cried.
"...I treat you as a friend, a family, you are very important to me." I said in a deep voice.
"well, tell you what." she said with sorrow, " I am in love with someone, you are the one person i can't tell this to,but the one person i want to the most. Do you understand??"
"I love you, you know that!"
"But it is not knid of love that I want!!"
.....
She came closer, her fingers gently resting on my waist.
I felt her breathing a little faster on my neck, a little itchy, all the way to my heart. My heart beat violently, and at the same time, I felt her soft and wet lips, like a blooming flower, kissing my neck. She closed her eyes, her expression firm and determined, her long lashes quivering with nervousness, like butterflies fluttering over my chest.
Her gentle kisses came gradually to my face, and her gentle, fragrant breath set my body aflame, my reason aflame.
My breathing grew fast and hot, an impulse I had never felt before. I pressed her into my arms and kissed her sweet lips. I pressed her hips against my genitals.
My hands slid into the hem of her blouse, our lips locked, my tongue hooked around hers, letting her feel my warmth and strength.
Fascinated, I stroked her smooth back, trying to get closer to her.
Click.
I unbuttoned her underwear.
The veins in my hands burst with excitement and I tried to control the road, but I couldn't control the beast inside me.
I want to eat her.
This desire took possession of all my mind.
"Good girl, take off your clothes yourself."
I stifled my increasingly rapid breathing as Ann undressed.
Full chest, smooth and delicate skin, thin legs trembling soft.
I looked her in the eye, and there was an indescribable rush of passion and feeling.
I took off my clothes gracefully, the muscles of my body beautiful and smooth.
I jumped at her with the agility and grace of a cheetah.
Her legs timidly closed, I firmly open, watching her vagina.
It's already wet.
"Is this your juice? Good girl? "
I slid my fingertips into her vagina and rubbed moisture across her face.
"No, not..." She groaned and blushed, but more water gushed from her vagina.
I smiled.
We still have a lot of time for this.
"thats... it!....oh.....no...please"She knelt down on both legs, thin legs soft trembling, want to escape, I grabbed her waist, she pressed under my body.
The world whirled before Ann's eyes and they changed positions.
I breathed, pressing her soft body, my penis in her vagina shrinking with pleasure. "Say it again. I like the way you groan."
Ann had red cheeks, fine beads of sweat, and a look of drunken confusion.
I took her hand, interlocking my fingers, and sped up the thrusting, a clear voice echoing through the room.
She moaned to my rhythm.
Warm and the sex thing that is full and free dripping wet moves toward end step by step as time, body is intertwined, gentle and warm, infatuated and come quickly, taking ambiguous and intoxicated sweet sweet.
The flowers planted years ago are finally blooming.