In My Desperate Time

“Frances.”
I call out gently, cannot help myself looking at him in pity.
There is always a saying that men only weep when deeply grieved.
I have never seen Frances being so vulnerable. He is crying now.
“Jane, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.”
He sobs as he mutters.
My heart aches to hear the hoarse voice.
It was not his fault in the first place, and I don’t blame him anymore on the matter.
Instead, I blame myself for choosing not to trust him.
“I don’t blame you anymore. It was Whitney’s fault, not yours.”
I gently speak as I run my hand through his hair.
His appearance is distressing.
“No, it’s my fault. I was so careless that I did not even know you were pregnant. Maybe all of these might not have happened if
you hadn’t left me.”
His words are full of guilt.
However, there are not many things you could regret in life. I was the one who decided to leave him at that point.
It was also my decision not to tell him about the child.
At the end of the day, it was me trying to have things my way, causing things to end like this.
I have been in pain for so long because of my child. I don’t want Frances to suffer the pain I suffered.
“It’s all over. Let’s say nothing about it anymore.”

I say to him softly and grab his hands in mine.
Frances looks up after a long period of silence.
His eyes are red. It is not part of my imagination. He is crying.
He stands up and approaches me, hugging me tightly.
I am a little suffocated by the tight hug, but my heart feels at ease.
I love Frances. I am sure of that.
Now that the misunderstanding has cleared, I don’t want to leave his side again. I don’t mind whether he loves me or not
anymore.
Frances let go of me after hugging me for some time. His icy cold lips kiss mine.
The kiss is so tender and gentle that it melts my heart.
I hug him tightly and respond awkwardly.
I respond to his kiss for the first time.
Frances stuns for some time and then deepens the kiss.
As my clothes are off, his dense and soft kisses land on every part of my body.
I can feel my body burn in enthusiasm, catering to his caress.
It turns out that putting the heart and soul will make such a thing so beautiful.
My body shudders just by his gentle touch, unable to think of anything.
He covers me with his body, and the heat dick presses on my body, and my whole body softens with the touch.
“Are you alright? Don’t continue if you can’t.”
I anxiously ask him, thinking of his wound.
“You’ll soon know that I can,” Frances smirks.

My body is tense, his huge dick throbs from the outside for a while, surprisingly not being able to get in at all.
Just throbbing from the outside brings shudders throughout my body.
“Honey, relax. I can’t get it in.”
Frances says softly in a deep hoarse voice.
When I try to relax my body a little, he takes one of my hands and places it on his big hot dick.
In an instant, my face burns.
“Guide it in."
Frances’ seductive voice lingers in my ear. I gulp nervously.
How can he make me do something so embarrassing?
I am reluctant, but my hand is under his control, pushing the big thing in slowly.
It’s bulging.
“Ah...”
I moan softly, my fingernails are gripping on Frances’ back.
“Honey, you are so wet and tight,” Frances speaks in a coarse voice as he moves inside me.
I am blushing by what he just said, and bury my head in his chest, holding him tight and bearing the impact of the movement.
He moves for a moment, then stops abruptly.
“What’s the matter?”
The sudden emptiness made me speak out, squirming in discomfort, hoping that he will go on.
“I’m putting on a condom. Darling, wait for me.”

As he speaks, he kisses me lightly on the lips. He pulls away from me, gets up, and walks to the head of the bed. He opens the
bedside table, takes out a condom, and puts it on.
I think I bought that condom from the supermarket last year.
Doesn’t he dislike putting on a condom? Why is he putting it on today?