My Love Journey's
The Make Up Night's.

"Paul, please..." I'm sighing. Both of my eyes were tightly closed, my whole body rustling while begging him to stop tormenting me.

Paul growling. "What do you want, love? Tell me to understand." She clamped one of the tops of my chest with her two fingers.

"Oh, **!*... You. I want you." I hissed while raising my head to look at him.

He grinned happily, then kissed me ferociously until my breath was wheezing. Three years. For three years I waited for this day to come, and I can't explain how full I feel today. By relief, happiness, and true love never lessened in the least. No matter how much time we spent apart from each other, my heart would not budge from him.

Paul gently teased the part between my thighs, giving me the delicious sensation I so longed for. Then with one quick and powerful jolt, he had entered into me completely. I had to take out a small screech in shock and felt somewhat ill by his sudden attack.

"You okay?" ask Paul.

I gulped with trembling, squeezing his arm. "Yeah, just. you're so big. Oh, my God, why are you so big?" I said, a little hysterical. It seemed like the sentence was quite comforting for him because then he grinned, then retreated before urging me again until it sank back inside me. I felt like I was choking on his insistence.

He grinned before hiding his face in the recess of my neck and biting my skin. "I'm sorry, love. I miss you, so, so much..." Both of his hands were cupping my face.

We just stared at each other for a few moments. I saw all sorts of emotions flashing in his eyes. There are happy, relieved, sad, and especially guilty feelings. To be honest, I still find it hard to forgive Paul's mistakes, but what's the point of holding a grudge for too long on someone you can never forget? It won't produce anything, you're just torturing yourself. I believe starting something new is better than remembering the past. It happens to anyone.

Slowly I realized that sometimes we have to give up and accept the situation even though it hurts. But, believe me, there is always a good thing behind every bad event that happens to you. You just have to handle it well, then get up from the slump. There is nothing wrong with fighting again.

"Move," I ordered in a whisper while looking into her night-shape eyes. Paul said, moving his hips slowly. "Oh, Lord..."

After a few pushes, the pain I felt began to diminish, turning into an intoxicating sensation. I sighed right in his ear while Paul accelerated his hip movements. I grabbed his hips with both feet, slightly raising my butt to receive his thrust, making Paul further and further drown in me. He whispered vulgar words as he soared to the top, giving me pleasure I thought I would never get from him again.

"I love you, Bianka. Forever love you." he said. That's all I want to hear right now, and until the end of my life.

Tonight, we are as united as we should be. Together through a night of passion, letting go of caged desires for years, reminiscing with fond memories of the past. In an instant, the missed time seemed to evaporate just like that. It was as if we had never been apart, as if I had only been asleep for a long time and had woken up with Paul by my side. All hatred, hurt, and anger are replaced by the feeling of love that sticks so deep in my heart.

Paul moved his hips faster. Gave me a deep and long insistence while my groan was held in his mouth. "God, you're so good." he said.

"Don't stop," I pleaded. The pleasure I felt rippled from head to toe, and centered between my thighs. "Please, Paul..."

"Come for me, love." He hit me harder, almost like an urge to punish, which I then greeted with the most joy and the most tempestuous release I've ever felt in my entire life.

"God..."

"You're so good, Bianka" said Paul growling as he felt my throbbing femininity squeezing his manhood. "Oh, fu¢k, I'm coming..."

We were silent, still in the same position, trying to calm the hunting heartbeat as well as the gasping breaths after that unusually intoxicating release.

"Why didn't you tell me you've never done it this long?" Paul asked after he rolled to the side and pulled me into his arms.

I closed my eyes while answering. "I have no desire for anyone since parting with you." I answered honestly.

Eyebrows. "Why can?"

Now it's my turn to cringe. "What kind of stupid question is that? Of course because I love you too much, to the point of not being able to look at other men. That's my weakness." I shifted to grab Paul's shirt from the floor next to mine, put it on, then went back into his arms while pulling the blanket.

"I love you, Bianka" she said earnestly.

"I hate you, Paul." I smiled as he chuckled amusedly hearing a playful grunt from me.

The next morning I woke up confused. At first I didn't notice the weight in my stomach until I opened my eyes, turned to the side, and found Paul still sleeping next to me. His feet pressed against my feet while his face looked so peaceful. I cleared my throat, tried to wake her up, but she kept snoring. I slowly patted her cheeks until she groaned and opened her eyes.

"Wake up" I said, unable to move because he was still holding me.

"Ah, good morning too, dear." she replied cynically. He growled before moving his head, opening my shirt and sucking the top of my chest. I gasped in pleasure and surprise, then pushed her slowly.

For a moment, I thought it worked before I realized his face was coming down to my stomach. I tried to close my thighs, but Paul put his hand there first. Touching my private area. I sighed closed. Next to my hand was gripping the blanket while the other was squeezing her hair. Paul moved his fingers wildly, cursing while biting one of the tops of my chest.

"Hhh, Paul..."

"Yes, love. Enjoy your pleasant morning," his his hiss in a hoarse voice, made me even more crazy. I felt the pressure in my stomach before my entire body shook violently.

"God, you're unbelievable." I nodded.

Paul chuckles. "You're too sexy to wear my shirt." He kissed my forehead before edging down from the bed, about to walk to the bathroom.

"Hey," I exclaimed. "At least help me get to the bathroom!" grunt me grunt.

A satisfied smile spread at the corner of her mouth as she reached out both hands, lifted me to her chest, then began to step into the bathroom. "I don't mind doing it every morning if that's what you want" Paul kissed me on the forehead again.

"As long as you don't leave me again, of course." I quip.

Paul grimacing. "Love..."

"What?"

He shook his head quickly, realizing that I wasn't messing around. Forgetting his actions is not as easy as turning over a palm, and I will not give him the chance to do that again.

After taking a bath, Paul dried my hair with a towel and then carried me back to the edge of the bed and sat me there while he took his shirt and put it on me. "I'm hungry." I said after he finished, and now turn on the tv.

"Huh?" he asked like a fool, turning his head to look at me.

"Go get some food."

"Love, this isn't my home. As a guest I can't possibly wander around freely here." Her expression looked so adorable, but I didn't want to lose.

I pucker my nose. "Everyone knows you, Mr. Clug. Anyway, I was exhausted after you pranked me all night, so, come out and bring me something to eat before I bite your manhood." I said threateningly, noticing his forehead wrinkled before he threw the remote into the bed then put on clothes and hurriedly walked out of the room.

About fifteen minutes later the door opened and the smell of food burst in, making my stomach sound. Paul put down a two-plate meal full of omelets of nuts. "You made this?" I asked after making one big bite on the omelette while staring at the television screen.

He nodded, doing the same. "Marissa made it. He shows up as soon as I'm gonna destroy the kitchen."

"Where are the others?"

Paul shrugged his shoulders. "I just met Marissa" she said.

I nodded, continuing to eat while watching tv while Paul occasionally stole a bite on my omelette.