Chapter 30: Layla (Part-4)
“… real.” She whispers.
Both me and Layla stare at each other for just a second more in shock before…
“IYAAAAAAAN”
With an ear-splitting scream, Layla pushes away my body from hers and quickly covers up her half-naked form with the bedsheet.
Due to Layla’s push, I too fall down on my butt on the other side of the bed.
Fuck! I am a goner now…
Everything I heard Layla say was actually in her dream. It was not true at all.
She doesn’t love me. And after I did all those lewd things with her…
I guess Layla will give me many slaps and hit me all over till she is satisfied… before kicking me out of her house.
But to my surprise, Layla is actually acting really strange now. She is staring down towards the bed while taking quick peeks towards me after the interval of a few seconds.
Wait, she is not acting shy, is she?
Nah, no way that is possible seeing the position we are in just before…
Layla looks up to me again and this time she doesn’t look down again but instead, she mumbles something.
She then stares at my direction hopefully with a slightly red face as if waiting for me to answer.
Damn… she looks too cute…
“S-Sorry, I couldn’t catch that…” I say in a small voice.
“I-I-I said, D-Did you heard what I was saying… y-you know, before?” Layla says in a bit louder voice while heavily stuttering.
“I-I did…” I answer.
Layla’s eyes momentarily open wide as if in a great shock before she looks down again with her face being even brighter red than before.
Well, to be honest, it not like she whispered those things exactly.
But does it even matter? She was just speaking in a dream, it’s not like what she told me was even true…
Layla again looks up with her red face maintained.
“I-I didn’t mean all of that, okay? I-I was just…just…” Layla lost in thoughts for a second.
“Dreaming!” She exclaims.
Fuck… Even though I already guessed that much, it still hurts directly listening from Layla that it wasn’t true.
“I know…” I say in a low and hopeless voice.
“I am sorry to get into your room this late and I also won’t lie and say that it was because of some accident or something. And the position we were in…it is also because of me…” I say feeling even lower.
“You can give me any punishment you want… I will accept anything…”
Layla is looking even more shocked than before right now.
Just don’t kick me out of the house, please!
“Because of you… in that position? B-But why?” Layla asks.
I just keep silent.
What can I even say? My broken system talked me into it?
It will sound like a total lie as there is probably no other system than mine who actually converse…
“Jacob, d-do you like me?” Layla asks suddenly.
I look up in a flash and to my surprise, see that there is no anger on her face, instead, it is now as bright red as a ripe tomato.
What the fuck? Seriously?
Damn…
“Yes, Layla. I really like— no, love you!” I confess.
I never thought I would say it in a situation like this but well, there is no fucking way I am going to miss this chance.
“Y-You do!?” she asks in a surprise.
Again, Layla looks down in a flash and mumbles something in an even lower voice than before.
Then, she again stares at me with a bright red face hopefully as if waiting for my reaction or something.
This is just too cute!!!
“Ahh… Layla, I couldn’t catch that…” I tell her again while feeling a bit embarrassed myself.
“I-I… that is…”
Layla starts to speak a bit louder this time.
I thought of it as impossible but her face is turning even redder now. I am actually a bit worried that she might pop a vein or something if this goes on.
“I-I love you as well!” Layla confesses to me.
“…”
“J-Jacob?” Layla calls.
“…”
“Y-You won’t say anyth—”
Before Layla could even finish speaking, I jump towards her and hug her body tightly. I wait to look at her slightly shocked face just for a moment before pressing forward to kiss her on the lips.
Layla also unfreezes in just a second as she removes her hands from the bedsheet, she was holding to cover up her body and wraps them tightly around my back as well.
And then, our passionate kiss begins…
Her soft lips move around mine slowly. Our tongues meet and interact so energetically as if they are made for each other. We also mix and taste each other’s saliva while fully immerse ourselves in this amazing kiss. After some time, I cannot even tell whose tongue is whose.
Finally, after what seems like an eternity, our lips separate and we look at each other’s faces.
I can already tell that this kiss has changed something inside both of us.
There is no shyness remaining on Layla’s face, instead, there is even a bright gleam in her eyes which makes her even more beautiful than before.
The biggest change I can feel inside myself is that for some reason, I am no longer seeing Layla as someone I am in debt to. The only thought I have of her inside my mind is that…
… She is my woman.
“Jacob, do you want to… um… continue what we were doing before?” Layla asks while fidgeting slightly.
It is obvious what Layla is trying to ask me… sex.
Do I want to have sex with her?
Heck yes!
But will I?
Sigh… I cannot believe I am going to say this but here I go…
“No, Layla. I just want to sleep with you for a few hours… Just cuddling and kissing together in our warmth,” I simply answer.
Suddenly, a smile brighter than any other I have seen before appears on Layla’s face.
See? This is called giving the right answer in the right situation!
Layla says nothing else and just opens her inviting arms wide.
I too do not resist the slightest against the exposed cleavage for her huge tits wrapped under her thin nighty… and buries my face between them.
And after that, I can just say this, I got the best freaking sleep of my life using Layla’s big, soft and warm tits as my pillow as I hug and exploring her whole body…
Suddenly, I can see a bright pink object coming towards me. I cannot distinctly make out its shape but it seems kind of irregular…
[WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE!!??]