No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 380



In an instant, every cell in my body felt like it had been hit by a lightning bolt, igniting an indescribable craving within me...

Feeling this way made me feel a bit ashamed, as if I wasn't living up to my own standards of decency.

With Conrad Wagner, I never felt this surge of desire and longing.

Even when we were down to our last pieces of clothing, all I felt was nervousness, not this overwhelming need I'm experiencing now.

It seems like being with Ernest has brought out a wilder side of me...

I found myself impatiently seeking Ernest's lips, but he dodged. As I pulled him closer by the neck, my voice emerged in a breathy whisper, "Ernest..." It sounded almost like a sob.

This was all new to me, and even I was taken aback by my own reactions.

But I couldn't control myself; the clamor inside me was too loud, and part of me didn't even want to.

With Ernest, I could unleash the most authentic parts of myself.

"Ernest..." I called out again, my lips finding his cheek in a flurry of kisses.

His other hand gripped the back of my neck, his voice low and breathy, "Licia, wait, let's go home." But I didn't want to wait. That craving and pleasure were fleeting; if I waited, they would disappear.

I knew we were outdoors, in a parking lot no less, and if someone

overpowered impulse, and I channeled all my intense desire into biting his earlobe

just held me tightly, so close it felt like we

there for what seemed like an eternity before he finally loosened his grip a bit, opened the car door, and helped me

was left feeling drained and too embarrassed to look Ernest

prefer to turn off the lights;

my eyes, and started the car, but before we drove off, Ernest leaned

not sure what he meant, then heard him say,

joking?! Or did he think I wasn't

"Don't talk; you'll

fast as you can," he replied with

I hit

you mean?"

I just remained silent.

you're quite the actor," I finally

I heard him softly say,

about his words,

Fanny Willis once said that no matter how proper men and women seem, in their most intimate

was Ernest trying to tell me not to be

intentions, I decided not to

reached the nearly deserted complex, the darkness enveloped everything, the streetlights