MIND-BLOWING CONFESSION

"So much. I always yearned to dip my fingers in them from the moment I discovered them. Why are you so charming, huh, Mr Almeda?"


"Maybe because, I was made for you. God or fate, or whatever that bound us together, wouldn't have wanted a beautiful goddess like you to have an ugly man," he turns serious. "You are beautiful, Ellie. And I right this bond!"

Bound! Bond? What is the name of this bond? "Bond?" I implore.

"Mmh! I don't take it for granted that we met. That is why," he cups my face, making the familiar sense of adrenaline rush down my spine, "I want us to get to know each other more. I savor what we have so much, whatever it is. Will you give us a chance, Ellie Marrie Riccaford?"


His eyes are fixed on mine, pleading with me not to veto him. He looks so worriedly hopeful. Too worried for a man of his appeal. I don't know what is so striking about me that he is so deep into me, but I love him. As early as now, I am in no doubt that my mind, body, and soul, all yearn for him. I am free, and so is he. I want him.

"I will, Damian Almeda. I am giving us a chance to try and work out this."


He pulls me for a hug, clasping me so possessively. He then pulls my face up after a long while, crashing my lips with his, and we kiss slow and deep, like the couple that, we are? Are we?

He flips us around, hovering on top of me as his rock cock pokes my entrance. I voluntarily part my legs for him, surrendering my all to him. He pulls away to gawk at me as he inches in slowly into my wet path, and I show him a beautiful smile portraying just how much I love this.

"Am I really beautiful?" I implore as he begins thrusting in, so slow but deep and sweet.

"No. You are incredibly gorgeous in all aspects, Ellie Marrie Riccaford!"

My name has never sounded this lovely in all my years of existence. Nothing has ever sparked this sweet feeling of appreciation in me. Nothing and no one has ever made me feel so special and outstanding - except him, my Damian.

He starts in, slow and sweet. His gaze, unwavering and intense, locks onto mine with a depth of emotion that leaves me breathless. In these eyes, I see a reflection of my own desire, mirrored back to me with a clarity that pierces through the haze of passion surrounding you. With each gentle thrust and caress, it feels as though we are not just sharing your bodies, but your souls as well.




As I wilt and tremble beneath him, every sensation is heightened, every touch electrifying in its intensity. Yet amidst the overwhelming ecstasy, there is a tenderness that lingers, a softness in the way he is holding me like fragile thing, as if afraid to break the fragile connection that binds us together.




I don't know what he wants to communicate to me with his eyes that he keeps them peeled and fixed on mine as he drills through my walls. And so, with my eyes wide open, I drink in every detail of his face. The curve of his lips, the intensity of his gaze, the way his features shift with each wave of pleasure— I feel like there is a deeper meaning hidden in all these gestures.




The sex is slow paced. There is no rush, no need for words or frantic movements. There is only the two of us, lost in a dance as old as time itself, where every touch, every glance, is a declaration of pleasure and desire. And as we both surrender to the rhythm of our bodies, I can't help but notice the difference. This is more than sex, and that is probably what he is trying to tell me.


Minutes of our slow-burn love-making pass, but of course, there had to be the edge. We both close our eyes together, and he ladles me in his strong arms as I begin panting with pleasure. He rests our faces against each other, and I sense his bottomless pools peeling to study my face beneath his.


The climax is not jostled either. It's deeper and a bit rough, but gentle in a way. It's mind-boggling. He keeps going, pleasuring us both until our moans recede completely. He collapses on top of me, keeping me in his arms until my breathing steadies.


He plants a kiss on my forehead, and I open my eyes, meeting his once more. He pulls his cock out of me, and gets up with me in his arms bridal style to my walk-in closet. He puts me down, and turns me around, him standing behind me. He crosses his hands beneath my arms and across the chest to cub my boobs.


This apparent portrayal of us is clearly reflected in the big dressing mirror before us, and we are both staring at each other through the reflection.


He fondles my earlobe, then pulls away when I start wincing at the sensation. "Do you like what you see, Ellie? Do you like us?"


I look in the mirror, and I adore this couple. We may not yet be one, but we will be, someday. I love us this way. "I love us, Damian," I mumble.


"Whatever happens, Ellie, always remember this sight of us, and also this," he licks my neck, and whispers to my ear while gazing at me through the reflection, his grip tightening on my hold, "I LOVE YOU, ELLIE MARRIE RICCAFORD!"


My jaw plummets to the floor, leaving my mouth hanging open. My whole body trembles, turning into ice. I think all the nerves in my body are just hamstrung.


He What?

He turns my statue-like body around to face him, and cups my face. "I love you, Ellie. Not for being a Riccaford, but just you. I love you! I love you so much!"


I'm too dumbfounded to react, or maybe this statue state is the only reaction there is for this. What? I am at the moon with the news, loving every bit of his declarations.


"Damian..." I, at last, find my voice and whimper, snapping from shock, but…


"Sshh..." He shuts me up, parking his finger on my lips. "It's okay. You don't have to say anything. I just wanted you to know that. Never forget that I love you, come whatever may! I love you, Ellie, with all my soul and my entire being!"


Hello, the stars in the sky, the moon on the horizon, and to the most Highest Being far beyond the blue sky! If this is a dream, please don't wake me from it. And if it's real, please let it last eternally!