My Love Journey's
The Couple Of The Night

"Is Ellie asleep?" I asked as soon as I saw Paul come into the room, and then closed the door with one hand.

"Yes, now we're safe." she replied, stepping to the edge of the bed while combing her hair.

When Paul put Ellie to bed, I used the opportunity to clean my face and brush my teeth, I changed my clothes and now I wear white T-shirts and underwear, without my pants on.

I looked at the change in Paul's expression as he sat beside me holding a book. "Open your shirt, love" he said, then he galloped towards the closet.

I laughed as I straightened up and leaned against the head of the bed. I put the book on the nightstand. "It's impatient, huh? Well, I like that..."

He shook his head while grinning after grabbing a piece of clothing from inside the closet. He came back to me and sat on the edge of the bed. "Wear this." he said, handing over the hoodie. I soon realized it was the same hoodie I used to wear, the hoodie I left in Russia when our relationship deteriorated.

I looked at him fixedly before receiving the hoodie from his hand and immediately put it on. "Happy?" godaku, make Paul smile.

"Very satisfied." He came forward to kiss my lips for a glimpse. "Are you tired?" he murmured with a voice that made my heart weaken.

"Little bit. Ah, I still can't believe you indirectly taught Ellie to curse."

Paul frowning. "Gosh, I only cursed once in this house. I didn't know he was there and heard it..."

I nodded while breathing out. "I think you should start reducing your habit of swearing."

"I'll be more careful, love." she said. "Oh, there's something I want to give you."

"Paul's..." Vigilance began to haunt me as she moved towards the closet. "I don't want anything..."

Paul looked at me with a mysterious smile, indicating he was planning something. Despite that, he ignored me and instead grabbed something from inside his bag. Paul hid whatever was behind his back when he came back to the bed.

"I bought it in Russia. Open up..." With a hesitant smile she handed something to me.

I knew it wasn't a ring because the box was too big and a bit flat. I guess it's a necklace. I decided to stop rebelling for a moment and open it. As soon as my eyes saw the contents of the box, I was flabbergasted.

"Do you like it?"

I was too busy admiring a beautiful silver necklace, decorated with a kind of flower-shaped carving in the middle of which there was a small diamond. "Paul's..."

"I won't tell you about the price. Trust me, it's not as expensive as you think, love." He chuckled, almost nervous because he himself knew I never liked it when he gave me something.

"You gave me this necklace," I turned my head as she showed me the necklace I gave her hanging around her neck. "So I want to give you the same thing."

I unconsciously smiled in response to his words. What makes me happy is that she's still wearing a necklace from me. I went forward to kiss her lips briefly. "Thank you, Paul. I like it." I whispered, having managed to negotiate on my own principles. Since long ago I really did not like to receive gifts in the form of luxury goods from anyone. It makes me feel like I owe someone something, and I have to pay for it someday.

Paul helped me put the necklace on and kissed me on the neck as soon as he was done. "Looks really fit around your neck, love." He moved in front of me to kiss me.

"I love you," I sighed between kisses, then raised my hand to cupper her face.

Paul removed the blanket from my lap and placed himself right in front of me. While our lips were still fused, I lowered my back while pulling it.

"Paul," I stopped our kiss for a moment. "I want to ask you something."

"What?" She's staring.

"Are you really clean? Sorry, I didn't mean to doubt you, I just... Yesterday we did it without safety, so I need to know."

Paul frowned. "Of course, love. I've never slept with a woman without safety before. Just with you."

"Okay. Uhm, then.. have you ever done a test for a Sexually Transmitted Disease?" This is an important matter for me. No matter how much I feel about her, my health is more important than anything else.

"Yes, and I'm clean. There is no disease. After all, I won't crush you." he murmured in a serious tone.

"Okay, great. Thank you, Paul." I gave him a sincere smile.

"You're clean, too, right?"

I'm nodding. "Yep."

"You know what, love? You make me even more excited when you act like you're at work. You're the sexiest nurse ever." seduced Paul while kneeling between my thighs.

I laughed as she opened the hoodie that had not been attached to my body for long. "I just want to take care of my health, Paul. That's the only asset I have." I straightened out his opinion.

"I know, baby..." Her gaze dropped, her lips curving beautifully as she stared at the front of my body that was only wearing a last piece of underwear.

Seeing that he was still wearing clothes, I flirtatiously teased him as well. "You want to fuck without undressing?"

Paul grinned happily, then went to the edge of the bed to take off his entire outfit and flaunt his hard, manly muscles. I purposely propped up my body with my elbows in order to enjoy the beautiful scenery before me. Her darkened skin due to the sunlight while playing ball had absolutely no meaningful impact in reducing her good looks, it instead made her look even sexier.

Unabashedly, I lowered my gaze to his chest, stomach, hips, then his already full and hard manhood, making me gulp while the part between my thighs throbbed loudly.

"Reverse, love. I want to do it from behind."

I almost sighed with a longing feeling when I heard her deep and stressful voice. My passion has really gathered down there. Then I obeyed his orders with a burning feeling as he kept watching my movements. I turned my back on him, waiting for him to do something.

I kind of flinched when Paul touched my ass, gave a gentle swipe there. I looked over my shoulder to see the look of hunger on his face. I felt my passion burning hot, not sure I could be patient any longer. Then I pulled my hip once to get Paul's attention.

"You're wet, love" she said with a grin, her eyes still against mine while her hands lowered my underwear. I did not have the chance to reply to her words, because the next one out of my mouth was a sigh of relief when I felt her two fingers hitting me.

"It's so wet, love." I heard Paul chuckle. "Are you always like this every time you kiss, Bianka?"

"Oh, Lord.." I sighed when Paul managed to jolt a sensitive point down there.

"Hm?" hiss Paul, demanding an answer from me. I felt her free hand touch my back, gently pressing me down. Then I grabbed a pillow and buried half my face there.

"You, Paul... You're the one who got me excited." I snored softly, almost whispering. My eyes closed as a feeling of pleasure and relief spread throughout my body.

"Only me? Shit, that's so sexy, Bianka..." He held back the growl, not wanting to wake the other residents of the house.

No matter how much pleasure I felt at the touch of his finger, I wanted him to urge me with his manhood. "Paul, don't torture me. Please..."

Gladly to my will, Paul drew his finger from me and replaced it with a more promising pleasure. "A, shiit!" he was furious when he managed to fully immerse himself. "Do you feel any pain, love?"

"No, no." I said quickly, this position actually makes me feel a new pleasure. "So good..."

Paul groaned and began to move his hips while my hips immediately followed the rhythm of his insistence. I sighed as Paul gripped my neck, holding my head lower. Then her touch moved to the middle of my back, also pressing her down while her other hand squeezed my hips.

"Bianka.." sizzled Paul on the sidelines. "You're a pleasure, Bianka. Very delicious..." His insistence became even harsher, until I felt it was a punishment and made me unable to resist bending over.

I straightened my back, stretched my hand back to grab her face and kissed her greedily. "Hhh, Paul..." I sniffed in his mouth.

The pleasure it gave was too great, to the point that I felt like I was about to faint receiving all of its firm and regular giving. "You like it, love?" She asked while squeezing my chest, which then made me even more crazy.

"Paul, i..."

"I know, love." Paul snarled to cut my sentence. "Let go, baby... Feel your peak, I give it to you."

A few seconds later, I ducked down, dunked my face back into the pillow as I felt my body about to explode. My shoulder trembled violently while my back was arched high, I would have been lying down if Paul had not held back my hip at the moment.

"I love you, Paul.so much." I snorted, making Paul cursing slowly and also spitting out his hot passion in my body.

"Ah, Bianka...."

Paul and I stayed in the same position, enjoying the warm flow that ran through our bodies until it completely subsided. My eyes were closed, feeling so satisfied, relieved, and tired at the same time.

He gently rubbed my cheek, gave me a warm feeling and made me feel so loved through his touch. Then, Paul pulled away and ducked down to kiss me for a glimpse. "Don't sleep first, love. Wait I'm done cleaning myself."

"I'm tired, Paul." I'm weak.

"I knew. Five minutes, and you can sleep after."

Paul went to the bathroom and came back a few moments later and joined me under the covers. Without waiting for long, I close my body and curl up in her arms.

"Hey," I whispered, smiling again.

"Hey. Love, I know too soon if I ask you to move into my house," he muttered beginning, "And, I also know a sane person must have rejected it, but I will urge you until you say 'Yes'."

I paused for a moment considering his words. "What if our relationship ends, Paul?" I asked, feeling the need to see the direction of our relationship in the future. I did not want to rush to make a decision and ended up messing up my own life. "What should I do if that happens? Suppose you kicked me out of your house, where should I go? The trust between us isn't that big until I'm willing to give myself up completely to you..."

"I couldn't have kicked you out, Bianka."

"What if I do something that makes you so angry that you want to kick me all the way out of your life?" I asked while yawning.

"That's not gonna happen, love..." She shook her head violently, her hand pulled me closer, making my chest stick to her chest. "You can defend your current home if you're afraid I'm going to throw you out. We'll clean it up once a week, and you can go back there if what you're afraid of really happens."

I didn't say anything, so Paul continued talking. "In my house, you don't have to spend money for everyday purposes, I'll take it all, and so will you..."

"Paul, don't discuss money with me. I never thought that way when I received you."

"Okay, sorry..." He's tickling amusedly. "That's just a small example. We can shower together every morning, it feels good, right? And, indirectly we support the government's idea of saving water."

I snorted, fully understanding where the conversation was going. Saving water is just a classic excuse. "Save water, huh? Hm, of course.." I quipped in an insinuating tone.

Paul laughing. "My point is, it would be more fun if we stayed together."

"Okay, maybe I can be relieved because at least I still have my own house despite living in your house" I said. "Then, what about Frosty? Would you also let her stay with us?"

"No problem. Anyway, I don't think he's that bad." Paul smiled, rubbing my hair gently.

I chuckled softly. "That's because he's softened on you. I'm honestly not worried she's gonna take you away from me..."

"It's not my fault for having the kind of fur she likes." she said casually, making my laughter run loose, but I hurriedly closed my mouth with my hands.

"You're really ridiculous. Are you serious, Paul?"

"of course. I want to see you and talk to you every day. Taking a shower together is just a small bonus." snored her, and I nodded.

"Okay. But don't rush, okay? We just made up..."

"Yes, love. I'll adjust, do whatever makes you feel good." He kissed my forehead.

I opened my eyes and pressed my head back to kiss her. "Did you realize you just made yourself like a sugar daddy?"

"What's? Where did that thought come from, love?"

"Well, you gave me a necklace, and then we made love."

"Oh my God, Bianka! I bought the necklace in Russia. A month ago. Do you really think I'm making plans for a month to fuck you?"

I shrugged, purposely teasing her. "Maybe..."

Paul chuckled, shaking his head at me. "What were you doing back then? When we quarrel." he hissed later. "Tell me."

I leaned my back against his arm while closing my eyes. "Not much. Soon my first degree of education will be completed, and I will continue to earn my master's degree." I said in a quieter voice as my body was completely crushed. "Stacey and Elise formalize their relationship. Ah, I'm so happy to know that..."

"Loh, I think they hate each other."

"Well, you're wrong. We never hated each other, but yes, they did get into a lot of bickering. According to Stacey, Elise overreacts to anything."

"Oh, I can't imagine how sexual activity happened between them."

"Paul!" I rebuked him while patting his chest softly. "Don't be silly, they're my friends..."

"Alright, I'm sorry." he replied, giggling amusedly. "What majors are you going to take for your master's degree?"

"Nursing science, and I also still work in the same hospital." I said, "What about you? What have you been doing this month?"

"I'm back at my old club, and now we're preparing for the game this season."

"Oh, is that a big deal?"

Paul laughing. "Yes. My club is the single best club in the history of German football, and we are ranked first for five years in a row."

"Wow, okay. Well then, can you make sure you win again this year, hm?"

"Victory is not the most important thing, love." The correction. "But, yes, we definitely won."

I snorted and kissed his chest. "I'll scream in your favor."

Paul laughed again. "Oh, one more... Cristiano Ronaldo, your idol is out of the Fifa leaderboard. I got her out, love." said Paul, bragging. Well, he deserves to be arrogant for his hard work. "You're lucky to have such a cool lover like me, Bianka."

Now it's my turn to laugh. "Congratulations, yes. It's a shame for Ronaldo..."

"Ah, he's fine. Second place is not as bad as you think, it can be a kind of boost to be better for Ronaldo" he explained.

"I'm sorry for my mistake, Bianka. I really don't want to lose you. You won't know how tormented it feels when I want to get away from you while your face keeps running around in my head."

I frowned, looking up at him. The sudden change in topic really surprised me. "Paul, honey..." I gently rubbed his face. "Don't talk about it again, I've forgiven you. Forget, okay? I love you, Paul."

"I love you more, Bianka." He kissed my forehead and hugged me tighter.