No More Waiting, She Chooses Love



"It's still tough," I added.

Ernest's jaw clenched tighter, but he didn't say another word, releasing his hold on me.

"Ernest," I caught him, "You're not going to get all petty and upset, are you?"

"No," he claimed, though his face clearly told a different story.

"Don't you want to know why I called you a rough and tough guy?" I tilted my head to look at him.

"I know, you don't have to say," Ernest spoke as he pinched my waist, gently settling me onto the porch swing at the hotel.

"What do you know," my legs swung, hooking around his waist to keep him in place.

Ernest's Adam's apple bobbed twice quickly, but he stood firm, untempted.

This side of him was truly amusing, revealing a charming side I hadn't seen before.

"Come on, tell me what you know," I teased, my legs causing a bit of chaos around his waist.

He remained silent, and I knew he wouldn't say, so with a bit of effort, I pulled him closer.

My naughtiness made the swing beneath us start to rock...

Ernest leaned forward, his hands catching the edges of the swing, while I lifted mine to clutch the collar of his shirt, drawing him closer to me. "If you won't say, I'll tell you," I whispered in his ear.

He tried to move, but I held him in place.

"Rough means you seem carefree, not the type to treat a lady delicately," I said, and he moved as I spoke.

I held him firmly, not allowing any rebuttal, and declared, "No arguing. That was my first impression of you, and first impressions last. In my eyes, you're the epitome of rugged masculinity."

Though I was pressed against Ernest and couldn't see his face, I could feel his body tense.

So, I continued to explain, "Tough, you can't deny that, can you?"Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

My other hand began to wander, tracing a path from his chest down to his waist and lower, moving as I spoke: "Tough, as in... ah..."

My words were cut off by a startled yelp as the swing's sudden movement surprised me.

The swing rocked a few times

before Ernest pulled it steady, then

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lifted me in his arms, "Let you. experience what 'tough' really means."

His words were heavy with innuendo.

So, never underestimate the primak instinct in a man, no matter how composed he seems. It surfaces when driven by basic desires, revealing his true nature.

"No," I whispered, looping my arms around his neck.

Ernest's gaze deepened, mistaking my refusal as rejection.

"I don't want to go anywhere else. I want..." I showed a hint of feminine shyness, "to experience it here."

Ernest looked towards the swing, "The space... it's too cramped."

"But it sways," I added, making his cheeks flush with an unnatural hue, then whispered in his ear, "It could save you some effort."

"I don't need to save effort, but if you

want to experience, I'll indulge you" est said as he settled

swing, pressing me onto his lap.

The swing dipped under our combined weight, swaying.

Ernest and I locked eyes, the desire in our hearts roaring wildly.

The thrill of the moment, indeed, needed to be crafted for freshness and anticipation.

Ernest's hand, still around my waist, began to mischievously lift the hem of my dress, while I leaned down to unbutton his shirt...

Just as Ernest and I were entwined tightly, I heard a knock next door, along with the voice of the knocker, "Yates, are you asleep?" It was Milly. She had come to wreak havoc for Fanny.