Romancing The Stone [H.S]

CHAPTER 49

Your love looks like a mountain
And I'd love to slide down into your canyon
In the valley of love~ Leon Haywood

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Even though I was treasuring up the precious honest words from ages they were torturing to me crippling my nerves to divulge the facade that I don't love him, so for the sake of our hearts my pent up emotions and wrecked feelings sinked to the bottom of ruffinan sand hidden under the remorseless foam drained out of the deep ocean shuddering me with ecstasy. The kind of happiness my six year old felt on the first independent push by jay to stroll my bicycle without supporting wheel. It's been an year since he's in my life and three months since I've been in his personal space but it feels like oodles of years. I'd love to admire his reaction everytime I admit that I'm in love with him.

And when we didn't wanted to rush and take baby steps, we both fell head over heels while toddling into vanilla strawberry sundae of firsts and their was none to compose us but eachother. It's better to tell our love for eachother every night and morning than to hold it for regrets and guilt because there's no crying over spilt milk when we wouldn't know where life would take us. The Stella one and a half year ago stepping out of her childhood house would've never thought she'd love a man that provoked a curiosity to dive into his soul even though his serene existence used to miff her nerves. Well curiosity kills the cat and he killed my heart with an arrow of affection.

Stepped into his world but has yet to meet him. He did hide stuff even we were mere away from eachother's pulses but it had reasons and I understand it. Don't wanna blame him not everyone's an open book but he's placed into a stoned locker and devoted me key earnestly.

The words I blurtted out moments ago consumed by much builded confidence 'thanks to him' make me wanna dig a hole and hide in it shying away because not even my guts knew I was gonna say something like this, as mortifying as it's I feel like an impuissant devil vulnerable infront of a resistless Angel; bingo roles reversed. My subconscious chanted proverbs of insecurities knowing damn well he had way more experienced people to explore things with him, who we're kidding with his past fuck buddy's way more prettier than me.

Kill a bitch called subconscious.

His hand came to cradle my cheeks meticulously that I'll melt like fudge on the hot summer day when he sensed me pondering over brain beating thoughts, "ye' don't have to do somethin' you're not comfortable with" the metallic blood speared onto my lower lip from anxious biting drying with his warm breaths dancing over my lips, our noses brushing and I remained honest with him as always "no. This's what I want" the corners of his lips quirked into a small smile radiating loftiness for me. With the smooth grip of his palm around my throat he took my lips kissing me slow and compassionate replacing the hunger and lust from moments ago outside. "M'so proud ye' told me what you wanted. that's m'girl" our tongues tangled swirled around eachother and his fingers curled under the hem of my frock undressing me straddling my legs with his knees pushing inside the mattress, he seethed in a sharp breath through his teeth that made him whimper in the end eyes memorizing each tissue and out of instinct my arms hugged my exposed skin.

"Honeybaby you don't have to shy away from me. I don't even know why you're insecure infront of me I'm in fuckin' love with your every curve, freckle and you know what's my most favourite?" when I didn't answer beacuse I'm too lost with my heart prancing he made it all gooey with his fondness "your stretch marks. makes me realise you're real and not a dream" I instantly leveraged myself on elbows to meet him in a kiss and his long fingers snapped my bra in a blink dunno if he have magical hands. Oh. I should know after how many times he had made me orgasm with them. He moved back trying to collect my jumbled mind taking my shaking hands, "undress me" obliging I tucked his trousers along the briefs to his ankles and he kicked them away. He chuckled when the visible red creeped upto my neck at the sight of his hard erection hitting his abdomen, kissing my head he mumbled "not like you're watching it for the first time" laughing with his head bellowed when I muttered a shut up under my breath. He gently layed me hoisting me upto comfortable pillows the mellow illumination from the lamp dancing between our chests as he rested his forearms beside my temples peering me with his cherry lips etched widely.