In your arms

Chapter 4: Know me, Know you

Ako sighed with relief, her body relaxing as the pain began to fade. She nestled against Rick, finding comfort in his arms. "Thank you for understanding," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. "I was so afraid you'd be disappointed in me."

Rick pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, his hand gently caressing her back. "How could I be disappointed in you?" he whispered. "I've been drawn to you since that day you bumped into my cart. I thought angels didn't exist, but then I found you. You're my gloomy angel."

Ako giggled softly at his words, the tension easing as her heart swelled with affection. "A gloomy angel, huh?" she repeated, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "I suppose that's not entirely inaccurate. But you, Rick... you've brought so much light into my life."

She traced the outline of his face with her fingertips, her touch tender and loving. "I never thought someone could see me the way you do. You make me feel beautiful, desirable... loved."Ako's large breasts pressed against Rick's chest as she shifted to look up at him, her eyes shining with affection and trust. "I want to be with you, Rick. Not just physically, but in every way. I want to wake up next to you, cook for you, share my life with you."

She leaned in, pressing a soft, tender kiss to his lips. "Will you stay with me tonight? I don't want to be alone anymore. And in the morning... maybe we can try again? I want to learn how to please you, how to take all of you."

Her hand trailed down his body, gently caressing him. "You've awakened something in me, Rick. I never knew I could feel this way. I want to explore everything with you."Rick kissed her back, his lips soft and full of emotion. "I'm not in a hurry to go anywhere, Ako. I'll be more than happy to stay with you tonight, and we can try as many times as you want, whenever you choose to. I just don't want to hurt you."

Ako smiled, her heart full as she snuggled closer to him, finding peace in his words and warmth in his embrace. They lay there together, content

Ako nestled deeper into Rick's embrace, savoring the comforting warmth of his skin against hers. The soft rhythm of his heartbeat was a soothing lullaby, blending with the gentle rustle of the breeze outside. Their fingers intertwined naturally, a silent testament to the passion they had just shared. Rick adjusted his arm, drawing her even closer, his touch tender and reassuring. As he pressed a kiss to her forehead, his lips lingered, savoring the sweetness of the moment."There's still plenty of food and wine left," he murmured, his voice gentle yet tinged with a hint of mischief. "Would you like some?"

Ako nodded, her voice soft, almost shy. "Yes, I'd love some... but, can we stay here? I... I don't think I can walk just yet."

Rick's lips curved into a loving smile as he kissed her cheek, his eyes filled with warmth. "Of course. I'll bring everything to you."

Reluctantly, Rick let go of her, his fingers trailing along her skin as he rose from the couch. He moved with a quiet grace, careful not to disturb the peaceful atmosphere they had created. As he walked to the table, he glanced back at Ako, a surge of affection swelling in his chest. The sight of her, so vulnerable yet so beautiful, stirred something deep within him. He carefully arranged the food on a plate, making sure to include her favorites, and poured a glass of wine, the rich aroma filling the air.

Returning to her side, he set the plate and wine on the coffee table and picked up the manga he had brought with him earlier. "Let me help you sit up," he offered, his tone full of care, as he 

placed the manga next to the food.

Gingerly, Rick supported Ako as she shifted into a sitting position. But as she moved, a sharp wince crossed her face, her body recoiling as her tender parts met the fabric of the sofa. The sudden discomfort broke the serene mood, and Ako's gaze drifted downward, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and concern. Her breath hitched as she noticed the darkened stain of blood on herself—and on Rick, who was still half-hard, a faint trace of red marring his manhood. Her heart pounded in her chest, anxiety twisting her gut.Rick noticed the change in her expression, his own features softening with concern. He reached out, gently stroking her arm. "I'll take care of it," he whispered, his voice filled with quiet reassurance.