The next day. Friday.
We had an interesting lesson in Anatomy & Physiology. It's about the reproductive system. And we also had a fun lesson in Mathematics, well at least for me. But other than that, most of my classmates wished me a happy birthday. Even some teachers wished me.
But none of them can compare to the surprise that Vin did last night. I mean, who could, right? That's a fucking proposal, a sweet one. And so, I wanted to see him as soon as I could. Every minute feels like months pass by. But even if I wanted to, I waited for the supposed-to-be quiz online for our one subject, but it didn't come out at Ten PM, so I slept.
He welcomed me with a kiss that took my breath away. It was overwhelming yet so perfect. For some reason, I suddenly feel the love we have. Because of these kisses, most of the time, I forget that he's a ghost, and I'm human. That we leave a completely different world, and will always be impossible to be the end game. But who cares? He loves me, I love him, that's all that matters. I don't even care anymore.
My dream house—surrounded by window glasses, black paint wall, with a pool outside, surrounded by trees, black sofas, and interior design with mostly black and white color, and paintings—was so perfect.
In one swift, he carried me in his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist. His lips never left mine as he walked upstairs, and went inside a bedroom. He gently puts me down on bed, and trails his kisses down on my neck. It feels ticklish, and warm. It was gentle, and tender. I love it.
"I love you," he whispers in my ear as his hands travel my body. He said it multiple times. When I was about to say it back, he said, "I don't need you to say it back. The fact that you're here with me is more than enough."
I smiled, and reached for his face to cup it with my hands, "I love you, Vin," I said with full tenderness in my eyes for him to feel how sincere I am.
He smiled back, almost like it was a mixture of sadness and happiness, which I will never understand, "I love you, too."
I scoffed, "Don't say 'too'. It feels like you're just agreeing with me."
He cupped my face, and kissed my forehead, "I love you so much. The word that can describe how deeply I'm in love with you is not yet to exist, and I'm not sure it will ever exist. Every part of you, every inch of you, every dark past, every pain, every insecurities of yours, I love it all."
I know I'm crazy. I admit. I am now crazy. But who wouldn't get crazy if the only man that can give you the love that you deserve is someone who stays only inside your craziest dreams?
He started kissing every part of me, especially my arms, my hands, every tip of my fingers. "Just for tonight, please stay with me a little bit longer. I am eager to kidnap you, and not let you wake up for forty-eight hours, but I'm afraid you'll not go back if I do. So please, just stay."
I didn't even get to answer, and I didn't even notice that I'm not completely naked, and as if it was easy, he shoved his dick inside me with a deep groan of his voice against my ear, "Fuck…!"
I gripped on his biceps, open-mouthed gasping with my eyes closed, and he took that advantage to put his tongue inside of my mouth, intertwining it with mine, and kissing me passionately while thrusting inside me.
Our moans combined inside our mouths as we kissed. I can feel his hair down my forehead, his one hand on my waist, and the other on the side of my head, on the pillow.
He broke the kiss which made me start to gasp a bit louder, and moan. He moans, and said, "Fuck… You're mine. Princess, my fiance, you're mine. Ugh…" as he fastened the pace, and made me gripped even harder against his biceps, arch my back and moan louder.
"V-Vin, harder and a bit faster please. Please…!"
"You're… you're close, huh… Fuck, ugh! I'm close! Cum with me, honey. Cum with me, please!" As he deepened his dick inside me, making my eyes widened, and slammed my head back on the pillow.
"Fuck, Vin!" As I wrapped my arms around his neck, and with one final thrust, I felt a hot cum inside of me. I intertwined my fingers in his hair, as we both tried to catch our breaths. He plants soft kisses on my shoulder with whispers of nonstop 'I love you'.
I was about to close my eyes, because who wouldn't be tired after sex even in a dream, right? But guess what? He's not.
"Don't sleep. I'm about to give you a tour around the house," as he once again planted a kiss on my forehead. And I, an idiot, happily got my energy back, excited to see my whole dream house. "But let's stay naked, please?" He said.
I looked at him in disbelief, "Are you serious? You want me to walk around the house naked? You're insane."
He sighed, "Fine. Then, just a night dress. Don't put anything else. Not pants, shorts, or underwear."
I rolled my eyes, "Okay fine."
We went to the walk-in closet just to get a night dress. It was just that. He was walking behind me as I looked around with sparkly eyes, when he just suddenly pulled me from behind, and pinned me on one of the cabinets.
"What are you doing—"
Then I just suddenly felt his dick inside me again. I couldn't even say anything anymore. He just started thrusting inside me. His hand gripping on my hair, pushing my head against the cabinet, and the other hand placed on my hips.
Like a fucking flash, he immediately came inside me, like a dog in heat. He leaned against me, "I'm sorry, I couldn't help it. Let me help you clean up first before you have a night dress."
I couldn't even speak because I kept trying to catch my breath. My knees are even about to give up now. I guess I can only do two rounds in a row. I didn't know my energy could only do this much.
And that's the exact opposite of him. As if every time he cum, he gets his energy back to hundred percent, he effortlessly lifted me up in a bride style. I only leaned against him with my eyes closed as he walked towards the bathroom. I only opened my eyes when he stopped walking, and I realized that we reached the shower. He slowly, and gently put me down. But then, he said, "I'm sorry."
He lifted me up, making me wrap my legs around him, and once again, he thrust his dick inside me. "Vin!" I managed to call him out, but his thrust was too fast for me to process at the moment. The only thing I know is it hurts, yet feels good at the same time.
Our breaths, and moans echo around the bathroom. The sound of our skin slapping against each other gets louder as he fastens his pace, obviously about to cum once again. And as soon as he came inside me, I had no energy left anymore, and just collapsed in his arms. He kissed the side of my head. With one hand carrying me, the other opened the shower to have us both get wet together without letting me go or putting me down.
I flinched when I felt his one finger going inside of me, "I'll just clean you up to make my cum flow out from you a bit faster," he whispered. I'm too tired to even argue with that, so I just leaned against his shoulder, and let him do whatever he's doing. After a few minutes, "There. That should be it."
He turned off the shower, and walked towards the bathtub, as he sat slowly with me wrapped around him.
He started rubbing my back, hugging me, and humming a sound that I don't know what the title is, and it's not even familiar. And all the tiredness hit, as I didn't notice I fell asleep in his arms, on a bathtub.
The next minute I woke up, I'm already lying down on top of the diner table, getting fucked by him. "Vin, what the fuck?!"
"Oh, you're awake. Good timing, I just started." He said. He sounds like a psychopath right now, and he is!
He pounded inside me nonstop. I couldn't even argue back to him because it was fucking painful and pleasurable at the same time. I feel swollen down there already. Yet he still looks like he's enjoying this like it's his first time. He carried me everywhere, and fucked me in every corner of this house. When I tried to wake up by saying the safe phrase, he kept kissing me to stop me from saying it. And when I finally did say it, I woke up at nine in the morning.
I was miserable for the whole day, not because I was mad at him, but because my body hurts. I told myself I won't be meeting him for a while. I told myself I'm mad at him. I told myself I didn't like what he did. But I just keep lying to myself.
So, what did I do? What else? I still came to see him that night. Because yes, I admit, I'm weak when it comes to him. I love him so much that I admit, I want to do it again. I want to do it again and again and again. Just thinking about it makes my heart race. Just thinking about him makes my heart want to come out.
But when I meet him, he's so gentle. He kissed me softly, as if I'm an injured person. But nothing more. He did nothing more than soft kisses. But I can see that he's hard. I know he's holding back for me, so I did what I should do.
"What are you doing?" he asked. As I kiss the side of his neck, and I can hear his soft moan in my ear. It is the best sound I've ever heard. And after a while of just going with the flow, I controlled my own dream, and made him naked. I go down slowly, trails kisses on his chest, and keep glancing up to him. He kept gasping, and looking down at me with those eyes, it's so beautiful. And as I reached for his pants that were so soft in my hand, he suddenly cupped my face. "Stop. Princess, I know you don't like this."
"And who told you that?" I kissed his hard dick that was bulging through the fabric of his pants, and he flinched as if he just came from that. "I want to do it if it's with you." And once again, I controlled the dream, and made his pants and underwear all gone. I knew it was big, but seeing it right in front of my eyes made me feel overwhelmed.
"You don't need to do it–" I didn't give him a chance to finish his sentence, and open my mouth as wide as I could. But I didn't even get to suck half of it. It was too big for me. The corner of my lips fucking hurts, it felt like tearing up. "Nnghn!" But when I heard him groan, it made me relieved that somehow, he's feeling good. With my one hand stroking the rest of his dick, and my other hand resting on his thigh, I tried to go deeper that I felt his dick pounce at the back of my throat, making me gag. "Fuck, Princess. Ah…"
I felt his one hand on the back of my head, clinching on my hair. And his other hand went on my chin, making me look up at him as I sucked him off. But because it was too big, a small amount of tears escaped my eyes, and they're barely open. "Fuck, you're so beautiful. Mmm…" I continued to suck him off, as I kept gagging, and tears kept falling, "Fuck." He cursed once again as he pulled his dick back, and laid me down on the floor. He bit the side of my neck with a groan whisper, "I tried to hold back and control myself, but you're giving me enough reasons to fuck you all night."