World After Worlds
Chapter 407: ◙ MARRY ME ◙

Chapter 407: ◙ MARRY ME ◙

Chapter 13

"Baby... what did you say?" Spencer asked not knowing if he should smile or laugh. He cupped her face and stared at her anguish expression.

"Baby, tell me again, what did you say? Hmm? Open your eyes, it’s me. Spencer, see? It’s your boyfriend." He meekly told her while brushing her damp cheeks using his thumbs.

"Spencer?"

"Yes." He smiled so widely as they met each other’s eyes. "It’s me." He kissed her nose still sitting at her top. Yanarym blinked her misty eyes.

"Tell me again, what you said." He softly whispered.

"What did I say?" She asked innocently, Spencer gazed at her hazel mesmerizing eyes that were shining in the dark. He gently kissed it and tasted the wet liquid coming from it. He wonders why it tastes so sweet. The saltiness he savored earlier was no longer there.

"Tell me, who is the only person allowed to touch you?" He said once again. He gave a gap between their faces and he saw that Yanarym still closed her eyes after he bestowed her a kiss.

"Spencer."

"Hmm? What about me?" He asked so happily. Continuing to caress her small face on his palm.

"Spencer can only touch me." She said, sounding firm. Spencer let out a chuckle then attacked her lips. Not allowing her to take a breath he forced himself to devour her whole mouth.

"Hmm..." Yanarym moaned as she felt that her breast was being squeezed tenderly. She tried to swallow her saliva and breathe air but his kiss drowned her.

As she felt that his tongue was nibbling on her tongue. He sucks it into his mouth, nipping and sipping sometimes biting. He just lets her breathe for a second then eats her mouth for minutes. With the dormant surrounding them, he could hear the slurping sound of their saliva mixing and him drinking it.

With this, Yanarym’s little Coy started to drool with excitement. Just when she was thinking about this, one of his hands that were playing with her breast and nipple slid through his stomach and entered the only layer of garment she had on her body.

Feeling pleased with how he touched her clitoris, she couldn’t help but moan while he was still sucking her tongue. As when he lets her mouth go he then enters a finger into her hole making her body arched.

"Did you miss me this much? You’re so wet." He said playfully, he removed her underwear, and proceeded on frigging his finger to her wet mound. She can’t speak a word, her mind was so muddled. A finger became two, and the fast thrust hastened. Yanarym bit her lips as she felt her whole body being pleasured by him.

"Ahh...Ba-babe..." She moaned holding his arms that were holding her stomach down for her not to move around. While not stopping his finger from thrusting inside her, fingering her intensely. She doesn’t know where to turn her head, she doesn’t just want to stay at her place but he is restraining her to move.

"Yes? Hmm? You like this right? You wanted me right?"

"Y-yeah..." She once again heard him chuckling but was not in her right mind to think why is this man so happy. "I’m... I’m coming ha....ahhh...ahh!" He ramped up when he heard this and played her clitoris once again using his thumb. She widens her legs and screams his name before trembling after cumming.

Spencer did not waste time and tilt his head, licking every drop of the liquid that came out from her body. As for Yanarym every time she feels his tongue sliding on her flesh she couldn’t help but shudder.

"Baby, it’s time to wake up." Yanarym heard a tender whisper in her ear that caused her consciousness to be awake. Seeing that she opened her eyes, Spencer smiled at her and kissed her lips.

"Good morning, I cooked our breakfast." He smiled lovingly while caressing her cheeks. She sleepily blinked her eyes and just hummed to him. He chuckled looking at her droopy eyes.

"Are you having a hangover? You were so drunk last night. You didn’t even recognize me." He said with an ardent tone, he seemed pretty happy. Yanarym yawned in his enthusiasm, she’s sleepy - the hangover was attacking her lucidness. She wanted to go back to her dreamland.

He tried to make her awake but she just closed her eyes preparing herself to sleep.

"Baby, stop sleeping, we’ll be late."

She didn’t understand why. Last night, almost mornight, he was definitely mad. It’s not like they had sex after the foreplay, he let her sleep after she reached her climax. He literally did nothing but canoodle with her until both of them had fallen asleep. So, him being excited today...? Did she do something to uplift his mood? She can’t remember, she was too drunk last night. How could her body be drunk after drinking two shots of alcohol? When could she enjoy drinking without being drunk?!

She veered to sheets, rolling her body on the quilt. Spencer grabbed the blanket and didn’t let her move. "Baby," he sweetly called her. "Don’t turn your back on me." He said and pulled down the blanket concealing her body. Her porcelain skin came into the view, Spencer tilted his head and kissed her bare shoulder.

Seeing that she wasn’t opening her eyes, he licked her at that one spot before taking it between his teeth. Gently biting her flesh and skin- sucking them in a caring way, he let go of her skin and saw that it turned red right away. He smiled seeing that he made his mark on her. "Baby, you should wake up, if not I can’t control myself..." she didn’t respond, he pressed his lips to a thin line and chuckled.

Spencer shifted his attention to her face and showered her kisses on her cheek. He lifted his blanket to cover her body and embraced her tightly. "The food is getting cold. I prepared you a hangover soup too." She slowly opened her eyes. It took exactly thirty minutes for Spencer to drag Yanarym out of bed. Dressed her up and made her wash her face in the bathroom before he took her to have some breakfast. While sipping her hungover soup Yanarym yawned and was fed by Spencer fried rice with some tocino. She could see how hyped up he was.

"Babe..." She called out with her small sleepy voice.

"Hmm?" Spencer poked her nose and smiled.

"Isn’t today our free schedule?" She whispered and chewed.

"Yes."

"Then, why are we going to be late?" She looked at him. They locked eyes and Yanarym saw the glitter flashing on his blue eyes.

"We’re going out on a date." He said excitedly. Yanarym didn’t have a reaction, "Why?"

"Why? Silly because it is our monthsary." He answered smiling.

"Oh? Really?"

"Yes," she saw the flash of disappointment in Spencer’s eyes as she showed no interest in the subject. Truthfully, for her, or the original, it seems like a trivial matter to celebrate, they are going for like, three--almost four years together.

Yet, this man celebrates their monthsary every single time without missing anything. In her memory, their anniversaries were much grander. The original didn’t really care about those matters but since Spencer always insists on doing it, she goes along.

"Babe." She called him out.

"Hmm?"

"I wonder, why do we always celebrate our monthsary?" She asked this without any ill-intention however Spencer took a blow from it.

From Spencer’s perspective, she sounded like it was a nonsense thing to do. It’s true, this kind of thing was silly for him too, even so, because of her, this day on whichever month of the year, as long as it has the same number when they became a couple, it started to become special for him.

Hearing that she doesn’t care much on this occasion that he thinks special for the both of them he can’t help himself to be discouraged.

"I mean, we’ll be together for more than decades right?" She added with the same innocent tone and looked straight into his eyes while saying that. Spencer’s lips parted as he tried to process what she said. "If we keep on celebrating it each month, how can it be special after ten years?"

He could feel the tingling sensation spreading from his chest to his whole body. "What do you mean decades?" A voice that almost was a whisper escaped from his mouth. Yanarym raised her eyebrow.

"Why? Aren’t you going to marry me? Are you telling me that we will not last more than a decade? Are you saying you will break up with---hmm." With just a blink of an eye, Spencer seemed to teleport in front of Yanarim, and without a word, he kissed her lips.

Yanarym tried to push his body away but his masculine arm hugged her waist, lifting her from her chair and making her sit on the table.