Please Forget Me - Chapter 45

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

“What’s inside?”

“It contains the woman I love.”

I thought maybe he had placed a portrait of me inside.

However, upon opening the locket, what appeared was an old mirror with slightly worn edges. My reflection in the clear silver glass smiled brightly back at me.

“Not quite.”

I turned the mirror towards Johann.

“It contains the man I love.”

At that moment, the smile vanished from Johann’s face. Instead of the broad grin I expected, he looked like he wanted to cry.

“Ah, Johann, oh…”

He pulled me in for a hug that felt like it might crush me, pouring out kisses so fervently I couldn’t ask why. Eventually, I was so lost in the intensity of our kiss that I forgot all about my question.

We nearly ended up on the floor in a manner that would have had Mrs. Becker reciting scripture verses.

After regaining our composure, we had lunch and went for a walk, then spent the rest of the day leisurely reading and playing card games together. It had been a long time since we’d spent the whole day so closely together, and time flew by without us noticing.

As the day began to fade, we drew the curtains and together prepared our Christmas Eve dinner. The variety was modest, but perhaps a whole roasted pork leg ham in the oven was grand enough to be called a feast.

“Let’s pray.”

We sat across from each other at the table, crossed ourselves, and clasped hands to pray.

‘Thank you for this year. Above all, we’re grateful that we could love each other.’

I remembered the spring when I prayed daily for Johannn to fulfill our marital duties. Surely, the heavens had more than answered my prayers.

‘Everything is a blessing, but as for Major Felkner, I’m unsure of his plan. Please grant us the strength to overcome wisely and plan something even better for us next year.’

May the war end, Major Felkner disappear, our household grows more prosperous, and eventually, may our family of two become three.

After the long prayer, we enjoyed the warmth of the baked ham and a bottle of wine for helping out the winery last fall. Sharing a bottle was just enough for both of us to feel pleasantly tipsy, almost as if floating on clouds.

“Ah, Johann…”

Naturally, influenced by the wine, we found ourselves ascending not to the clouds but to the comforts of our bed.

“Ah, hmm… umm…”

At this point, my moans were quieter than the sound of flesh being teased and tasted. If my moans weren’t that loud, it meant Johann’s attention between my thighs were resonating quite vividly throughout the room.

“Ah… it feels so good…”

The shyness had long evaporated.

The sensation of his soft tongue circling and probing was like melting into a warm bath, spreading a languid pleasure throughout my body.

“Ah! Hmm…”

When I became too relaxed, my body almost limped, he’d directly stimulate me with his tongue. It startled me back to full alertness. If I instinctively tried to close my legs, his strong hands would gently but firmly keep them apart.

Then it left me exposed to his tongue helplessly again.

“Gasp…”

Such moments felt like being abruptly exposed to cold air after dozing off in warm water, sending shivers down my spine from the intense pleasure.

“Ah… ha…”

When it became almost too intense to bear, he’d pause his tongue, softly kissing the peak of my sensitivity. With a warm kiss, he eased the overwhelming sensations and my body became languid again.

Whether through intense or gentle ministrations, Johann’s touch was enchanting.

This man was incredibly attentive. He read my body’s reactions without a word, adjusting his intensity to ensure I was neither overwhelmed nor my senses dulled, allowing us to prolong our enjoyment.

“Umm… ah… Johann… ah, it feels so good.”

Surrendering my body to Johann, I found myself riding the surging waves of pleasure. Moments when I yearned to be fearlessly swept away by a tidal wave.

“Now, ah…”

My request was barely finished when Johann’s tongue delved deeper into the flesh. This time, he began to roll the nub without flicking it.

“Ah!”

I really was fearless.

“Oh…”

It’s good that I was fearless.

“Mm, mm…”

The pleasure was unbearable, it felt like I was going to die. Even as I arched my back like someone dying, stiffening in agony, I made every effort to ensure Mrs. Becker couldn’t hear my cries.

It’s ironic that the strength I should be using to ascend to heaven needs to be divided to avoid detection by the devil downstairs.

We’re a married couple, why do we have to hide our love in our own home?

“Mmm…”

So, as usual these days, I only brushed against heaven before plummeting back to earth. Still, the sight of the man persistently watching over me from between my legs, his gaze lasciviously thrilling, left me satisfied.

Drunk on the lingering daze, I laughed…

Churp. Then, with an explicit sound, his mouth detached from my nether regions. Johann tenderly kissed my damp mound and asked.

“Did you enjoy it?”

“Ah…”

I was too out of it to reply, merely nodding slightly.