"L-Love?" Mirabelle's entire body locks up as she asks, his breath on her ear only makes this worse as he lowers his head to her neck with a deep and intimate 'Mhm'. An answer to her question. "W-What happened to waiting until you can see again?"
"You don't seem to mind. Whether I see you fully or not." He says as he leans back and stares at her. Now able to tell where her eyes could be, which only freaks Mirabelle out more as she almost feels as though he is looking right at her. "You used to be so displeased about it. You wanted me to see you first before taking any major steps into our relationship. Then you'd vent your frustrations that you were a growing woman who also needed attention... That's why I hurriedly took the surgery recommendations this year. But now that the surgery has been shifted... it's been unsuccessful, but that doesn't mean I can't do what a man can."
So much talk from a woman who doesn't even want him as a blind man and later pressures him to hurry up? Mirabelle thinks as she shoots her gaze to a spot on the wall furthest away from them. She's expecting too much from him. Why couldn't she just do it with him even at this state? His body works just fine... What really was her motive in saying all that? When she never was going to stay?... did she only want to hurt him? It's possible.... he's too much in love with her.
"Is the silence a confirmation?" He asks as he sneakily reaches his hand down to her thighs, startling her out of her daze.
"I... We can still wait for your surgery, we don't need to rush it, right?" She asks as she nearly breaks a sweat but he doesn't let up, instead, his hand only wonders into the robe from the gap between the overlapping pieces, touching her thigh directly.
She yelps and reaches down to grab his wrist and hold him back.
"Y-You don't need to feel pressured into it just because of what I said in the past. We can go at your own pace." She says nervously but he only chuckles deep within his throat and shifts his lips to make contact with her neck again, this time biting a little more aggressively, not to hurt, but enough to leave a clear mark on her skin.
"I'm not feeling pressured. I want this too." He says in an almost breathless manner and before she could part her lips to say more, his lips found hers as he shifted his weight, guiding her back down to the bed.
She can't believe what was happening. He kisses her almost feverishly, as though he's been told he is going to die any moment. The heat from the friction of their lips, and how his tongue seamlessly welcomes itself to meet hers make something in her stomach flutter, letting out a sound she doesn't register.
It only encourages him, slipping his knee between her thighs as he keeps his elbows on either side of her head to keep his weight off while tilting his head just a fraction to deepen the kiss.
This is the first time his body has ever been more demanding.
He's felt it all day, the silent attraction between them. The silent signals that they don't have to wait any longer. That they've waited enough and for far too long.
His wedding can wait. He isn't going to go through with it until he sees her walking down that aisle, her beautiful smile, her full curves in a tight fitting wedding gown...
Speaking of curves...
Derrek's heart hammers in his chest almost too painfully as one of his hands that had abandoned its position beside her head had wondered down and back into that open gap of the robe, now gripping onto her thighs, thighs that feel full, warm and soft. He couldn't help his curiosity and caressed the sides, feeling how her hips shaped nicely.
Has she always been this curvy? He wonders and frankly, he doesn't care. Just the feel of them, the way his fingers sink into her flesh when he grips them possessively only excites him more. This woman... This new version of you... I want all of it...
"A-ah...., w-wait what are you-" Mirabelle gasps against his lips as she's realized far too late that his far to curious hand had breached all barriers.
Now touching places even she hasn't fully explored yet. Or ever thought of.
"D-Derrek s-stop." She whimpers, her voice frail as her body betrays her. The way his fingers work against her, exploring every petal of her that even he can't name. He hasn't explored any further, but the surface feels too much for him to bear, his thoughts all scrambled at the sensation of touching parts of her that are reserved for him, and only him.
Mirabelle thighs tried to close, to gather some semblance of control, but his knee was in the way, keeping her at his mercy. Her back arches into him as she lets out sounds she's never heard herself make.
It is nothing intense, she bathes every single day and yet his touch feels far too much, messing up all her nerves, giving her signals she shouldn't be feeling for him.
Wanting more.
Derrek is quiet. Not like he can say much as he's fighting a war within himself not to rush things. To savour the moment, to let it stretch on into the night and yet his entire body is burning from the ache of desperation.
Unable to control himself any longer, he leans back away from her and brings his hands down to her thighs, giving her a chance to recollect her thoughts as his fingers finally leave her. Her eyes are dazed, staring at the ceiling, every bit of her feeling too warm.
She can't believe how fast she's been unravelled by him, how fast she could forget her place...
Just as she's able to regain her composure, it all shatters the second her body almost jerks from the bed. Her body tenses altogether as her eyes burst open from the intense feeling digging through her body.
Oh no, oh no, no, no, no. She lets out a strangled gasp of air as her toes curl and her back arches from the sudden sharp and filling sensation.
Derrek has lost his battle.
His patience had left a while ago and he is now fully welcomed himself into her.
She looks up at him, the world around her seeming to stop instantly as she stares up at the man who's just inserted himself into her.
He's not moving, at least not yet, but she can see how his body shivers from the shock of finally crossing that line they made, seeing how hard he is biting his lip and how much of a grip he has on her thigh that might hurt after a while.
*Badum*... Her heart thuds in her chest as she looks at him, far too aware of what's just happened and how little she did to stop it.
She now understood why.
She let him, a part of her wanted it too.