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.

lot no less, and if someone came

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

tightly, so close it felt

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

impulse faded, I was left feeling drained and too embarrassed to

people prefer to turn off the lights; the darkness helps hide the

car, but before we drove off, Ernest leaned

sure what he meant, then heard him say, "I shouldn't

Or did he think I wasn't embarrassed

talk; you'll distract me

fast as you can,"

made my cheeks burn even more, and I hit him again, "That's not what

you

I just remained silent.

you're quite the actor," I finally said, pressing the

softly say,

his

no matter how proper men and women seem, in their most intimate moments, they revert to thei most

Ernest trying to tell

I

the streetlights were