Chapter 27
When Lingling’s lips brushed against her neck, Orm whimpered softly, her hands tangling in Lingling’s hair.
Orm's grip on her shoulders tightened, her body melting into the touch. When Lingling found the sensitive spot on her neck and suckled gently, Orm gasped, her breath catching. She bit down on her lip, stifling the moan threatening to escape.
“Lingling... ahh...” she managed, her voice barely audible. Her knees felt like they might give out, her body overwhelmed by the heat and the weight of the moment.
When Lingling's forehead rested against Orm's, neither of them spoke.
Neither of them could.
The silence between them felt louder than any confession they had ever made.
Orm could hear Lingling's uneven breathing. Could feel the tremble in the hands holding her. Could feel the weight of four years pressing against the space between their hearts.
Four years.
Four years of pretending.
Four years of missed chances.
Four years of convincing themselves that moving on was possible.
And yet here they were.
Still finding their way back to each other.
Always back to each other.
“I miss you so much, Orm,” Lingling murmured against her skin, her lips trailing down to Orm's exposed collarbone. “I’m so lost without you.”
Lingling's voice cracked.
Not because she wanted sympathy.
But because she was tired.
Tired of carrying a love that had nowhere to go.
Tired of waking up every morning wishing things had happened differently.
Tired of wondering what their lives would have looked like if neither of them had been afraid.
The words struck Orm like a knife.
Not because they were unexpected.
But because she had spent years telling herself she would never hear them again.
Her eyes stung.
Suddenly she wasn't standing in a luxurious hotel suite.
She was standing in her apartment again.
Young.
Terrified.
In love.
Watching the woman she loved walk away because neither of them had known how to stay.
The memory hurt just as much now as it had then.
Maybe more.
Because now she understood exactly what they had lost.
She froze again when Lingling pulled back, her dark eyes locking with hers.
There was a fire there, a raw, desperate need that was impossible to ignore.
"Orm, please."
Lingling swallowed hard.
Her voice shook.
"Stop me."
The vulnerability in those two words shattered something inside Orm.
Because Lingling Kwong had never asked for anything.
Not really.
She carried her pain quietly.
Loved quietly.
Suffered quietly.
And now she was here with her heart completely exposed.
Giving Orm the power to destroy her.
Or save her.
"Stop me before I lose what's left of my self-control."
A tear escaped Lingling's eye.
Just one.
But it was enough.
Enough to make Orm realize how much this woman had endured.
How many nights she must have spent alone.
How many times she must have wanted to call.
How many times she must have stared at old photographs.
How many times she must have replayed their last goodbye.
And still loved her.
Still.
After everything.
“Stop me. Refrain me from touching you, from kissing you. I’m about to lose it, and I don’t want you to hate me for this tomorrow. I don't want my heart to win tonight like it did four years ago in Khon Kaen. I don't want to be a home wrecker.” Lingling begged her as she looks at Orm lovingly.
Orm reached up and cupped her face.
Her fingers trembled.
Not because she was uncertain.
But because she had spent years imagining this moment.
Years imagining what she would say if fate ever gave them another chance.
Her mind was a warzone, logic clashing violently with the overwhelming desire coursing through her veins.
She knew they should stop, that they needed to talk, to sort through the mess between them.
But her body had other ideas. It craved Lingling, and the thought of pulling away felt like suffocating.
Now that chance was standing right in front of her.
"I can't."
Her voice broke.
A fresh tear rolled down her cheek.
"I can't stop this, Lingling."
The confession came out barely above a whisper.
Yet it felt heavier than every word she had spoken in the last four years combined.
With a trembling breath, Orm leaned in, closing the distance between them.
Her lips met Lingling’s in a kiss that wasn’t urgent or frantic but deep and full of love.
It was a kiss that spoke of everything she couldn’t put into words, a reminder of what they had been and what they still could be.
When they finally broke apart, gasping for air, their foreheads rested against each other.
Lingling’s hand cupped Orm's cheek, her thumb brushing gently against her skin.
Orm's fingers played with the baby hairs at the nape of Lingling’s neck, her chest heaving with the weight of what they had just done—and what they might do next.
“Orm...” Lingling’s voice broke the silence, rough and filled with an ache that made Orm's chest tighten.
Her dark eyes shimmered with unspoken fears, a vulnerability that Orm had never seen before—not in all the years of their almost.
“If you kiss me again...” Lingling swallowed hard, her voice dropping to a whisper that barely filled the space between them.
“There’s no turning back. Please... stop me before we go any further.”
Orm stared at her, her heart breaking at the vulnerability in Lingling’s voice. Her words were a plea, raw and honest, and it cut through Orm like a knife.
Lingling was always the strong one, the unyielding force that pushed against her own stubbornness.
To see her like this, so open, so fragile—it broke something in Orm.
But stopping was impossible. Orm couldn’t.
After four long years of dreaming to have this moment again with Lingling, she can't.
Not when every fiber of her being screamed for her to stay, to give in, to let this happen.
The walls she had built around herself—walls she thought were unbreakable—crumbled in the face of Orm's touch, her words, her presence.
How could she deny the pull she felt?
How could she turn away from the one person who made her feel seen in ways no one else ever had?
“I can’t...” Orm's voice cracked, her hands moving to cradle Lingling’s face.
Her thumbs brushed over her cheeks, where a hint of moisture glistened—tears, maybe, or the aftermath of their breathless closeness.
“I can’t stop, Lingling. Not now. Not when it’s you.”
Her words hung in the air, heavy with finality.
And as Lingling closed her eyes, leaning into Orm's touch, it was clear that neither of them could fight it any longer.
Whatever boundaries had once existed between them were gone, swept away in the tide of emotions they could no longer control. The night in Khon Kaen resurfaced to the edges again.
Orm kissed her again with a tenderness that spoke of everything she couldn’t put into words.
Lingling responded in kind, her hands pulling Orm closer, erasing the space between them.
The kiss deepened, becoming a conversation in itself—a language of love, longing, and the unspoken promises that neither dared to make out loud.
When they finally parted, their foreheads rested together again, breaths mingling, their hands clutching at each other as if afraid to let go.
Lingling’s voice broke the silence again, hoarse and barely audible. “I’ve wanted this... wanted you... for so long. I miss you so much my Ormy. But I was scared.”
Lingling reached for her hand.
Intertwining their fingers.
Holding on tightly.
As if she was afraid Orm would disappear the moment she let go.
Orm pressed a tender kiss to Lingling’s forehead, her fingers delicately tracing the sharp line of her jaw.
Her voice was steady, even as her heart pounded fiercely against her ribs. “You don’t have to be scared anymore,” she whispered, her words carrying the weight of a thousand unspoken promises.
“Not with me. I’m here, Lingling. No more running. I’m yours—always.”
The intensity of her declaration hung heavy in the air, a mixture of vulnerability and fierce devotion.
Orm knew this wasn’t just an assurance; it was her everything laid bare.
Lingling’s eyes fluttered open, her gaze locking onto Orm's with an urgency that made the moment feel infinite.
She studied her face as though committing every detail to memory—the softness of her eyes, the curve of her lips, the way her cheeks flushed under the faint room light.
“This isn’t just a moment, is it?” she murmured, her voice hoarse with disbelief.
“Slap me or something."
Her voice came out weak and emotional.
A small smile breaking through her tears.
"God."
She laughed shakily.
"Am I dreaming?"
Orm stared at her.
Really stared at her.
At the woman she had loved through distance.
Through heartbreak.
Through silence.
Through time.
And suddenly she realized.
No matter how many years had passed.
No matter how much pain existed between them.
Her heart had never belonged anywhere else.
A tear slipped down her cheek.
Talking to her now is her Lingling, the woman that she loved for so long.
“"No, baby."
Her voice cracked.
"This is real."
She pressed her forehead against Lingling's.
Closing her eyes.
Holding on.
As if she was finally home.
"We're real."
The words were barely a whisper.
Yet they carried the weight of four years of waiting.
Four years of regret.
Four years of loving each other from opposite sides of a broken story.
And for the first time since Khon Kaen—
Neither of them ran.
Neither of them looked away.
Neither of them let go.
“It’s not just a moment. It’s us. Always.”
Outside, the rain continued to fall.
But inside that room, two broken hearts finally found their way back to each other.
A little later, Orm straddled Lingling’s lap, her legs wrapped loosely around her waist, as they shared the intimacy of the rainy night.
The city lights flickered faintly in the distance, a stark contrast to the storm of emotions swirling within the room.
Lingling’s hands rested on Orm's waist, firm but gentle, as though grounding her in the here and now.
For a rare moment, a genuine, unguarded smile graced Lingling’s lips—a smile so filled with love and raw vulnerability that it made Orm's breath hitch.
It had been far too long since she’d seen her smile like this, since Lingling had allowed herself to be this open.
Orm's gaze softened, her fingers brushing against Lingling’s jawline, tracing it as though ensuring this wasn’t just another fleeting dream.
Lingling leaned forward, her lips ghosting over Orm's forehead in a kiss so tender it felt like a silent vow. She kissed her nose, her cheeks, and finally her lips.
Orm melted into the kiss, her body molding against Lingling’s, their mouths moving in perfect sync.
It wasn’t rushed—it was deliberate, a dance of passion and trust that spoke volumes without a single word.
When their lips finally parted, both women were breathless.
But Lingling wasn’t finished.
Her kisses trailed down to Orm's neck, her lips hot and deliberate as they lingered against her skin.
Orm gasped when Lingling nipped gently at the sensitive flesh, the sensation sending shivers racing down her spine.
Her fingers tightened around Lingling’s broad shoulders, clutching her as though she were the only thing anchoring her to the moment.
Lingling pulled back just enough to meet Orm's eyes, her dark gaze seeking permission, reassurance.
There was no urgency, no rush—only reverence and the unspoken understanding of what they were sharing.
Orm nodded, her trust evident in the way her hands framed Lingling’s face, steady and sure.
With careful hands, Lingling reached for the hem of Orm's silk sleeveless blouse.
Her fingers grazed the fabric as she pulled it up, letting it to reveal Orm's scarlet brasserie.
The deep red fabric clung to her curves, accentuating her smooth, flawless skin and leaving Lingling’s momentarily speechless.
“You’re still breathtaking,” Lingling whispered, her voice husky and reverent.
The raw honesty in her words made Orm blush, the heat rushing to her cheeks, but she didn’t look away.
She wanted to remember the way Lingling’s gaze lingered on her, as though she were still the most precious thing in the world.
Lingling leaned in again, her lips finding Orm's collarbone, then trailing down the curve of her chest.
Her kisses were slow, deliberate, each one a promise etched onto Orm's skin.
Her hands roamed gently, exploring the dips and curves that had occupied her mind endlessly for the past four years.
Orm's breath hitched, her fingers threading through Lingling’s hair as she surrendered herself to the moment.
There was no room for hesitation, no space for doubt—only the undeniable connection between them.
Their love was palpable, woven into every kiss, every touch, every lingering gaze.
Moments later, Lingling kissed her lips again, this time with an urgency that burned like fire.
She lifted Orm, still holding her close, and gently placed her in the center of the bed.
Lingling followed, hovering above her, careful not to put too much weight on her, afraid she might hurt her.
Even though she was still a little drunk, her body knew exactly where to go, tracing the curves of Orm's body with practiced ease.
She kissed Orm's lips again before moving to her neck, nipping and grazing, teasing the delicate skin with light bites that left a trail of marks to remember.
Orm gasped softly as Lingling’s lips traveled down to her collarbone, each kiss sending shivers through her.
Her breath hitched when she felt her brassier rip.
"Lingling Kwong, tsk, that's my favorite! Damn," she muttered, playfully slapping Lingling’s shoulder.
Lingling chuckled lowly, kissing her forehead before murmuring, "It's getting in my way, and I can buy you hundreds of them. Now let me continue, my love."
With that, Lingling’s lips moved lower, finding Orm's hardened nipple.
She nipped at it gently, then cupped the other breast, teasing her with tender touches.
Orm arched her back at the sensation, her body responding to Lingling’s every move.
"Hmm... ahh, Ling," Orm moaned softly, biting her lip to stifle the growing pleasure.
Lingling’s tongue was skilled, moving between each mound with the precision of someone who had memorized every inch of Orm's body.
Orm's breaths grew heavier, each passing moment a deliciously slow buildup to something even more intense.
Slowly Lingling’s kisses went southern.
She kiss Orm's flat abdomen down to her navel.
She slowly unbutton Orm's jeans and pulling it away from her legs.
She kisses her lips again, her lips travels in every inch Orm's body.
Then Lingling stops at the top of her cloth center.
She looks at Orm while carefully removing the last fabric using her teeth.
Orm growls at how Lingling looks so hot down there.
Not wanting to waste another minute, Lingling kiss Orm's inner thighs going up near her glistening core.
She's teasing her avoiding to touch the part where it needed her the most.
"Ahh shit, Lingling please" Orm pleaded while clutching the bed sheets besides her.
"Please what baby?"
"What do you want me to do?" Lingling asks her teasingly.
"Argghh stop teasing me please. Come on do me Lingling, do whatever you wanted." she said with her cheeks redden and closing her eyes out of frustrations.
Lingling chuckles then give what Orm wanted.
She kiss her center.
Lap it with her skillful tongue.
Orm moan loudly at the contact.
The pleasure is undeniable.
A little later Lingling insert one of her long fingers in Orm's center while she continue to eat her earning moans and pulling of her hair.
Lingling did it until the build up went higher and the climax brought to Orm leaving her breathless and in ecstasy.
Lingling drank all her juices till the last drop.
That sight makes Orm's knees weaken.
Lingling carefully stand and removes her sports bra, unbuckle her belt, and lowers her trousers leaving her only in black Calvin Klein boxers.
Her arousal is clearly visible as it created a tent in her boxers.
Orm gulps hard, once again she's gonna meet Lingling’s not so little buddy.
She's wondering if that would hurt her cause she never give herself to anyone after the night at Khon Kaen with Lingling.
With a subtle tease, Lingling slowly removes the last piece of her clothing with a sexy smirk on her lips.
Her eyes never leaving Orm's.
Her member sprang free that it slapped her lower abdomen.
She stroke it with her right hand while her left traces her defined abs.
Orm's eyes glued only to her. The sight of this Lingling Kwong is divine.
Lingling carefully lay on top of Orm and kiss her once more.
"Are you sure about this, Orm?"
Lingling’s voice was low, almost a whisper, as she caressed Orm's skin with a tenderness that seemed to melt the space between them.
"You know you can stop me at any time. I won’t be mad."
Orm met her gaze with a smile, her hand reaching up to brush a lock of hair from Lingling’s forehead.
"Go on Lingling, no one is stopping you. Make love to me, own me like the first time, make me lose my mind with your burning desires. I'm yours like always."
With those words, Lingling leaned in and kissed her gently, as if reaffirming the unbreakable bond they shared.
She took a breath, her heart racing in anticipation, before slowly guiding herself closer.
She aligns her member to Orm's glistening center and carefully enters her.
She took her time making Orm adjust on her size.
Orm whimpers and bites her lips, her hot tears immediately roll onto her cheeks.
Lingling is big that she feels so stretch and full. It's slightly painful too.
Lingling peppers her with kisses diverting her attention.
A few moments later, Orm's touch was a silent invitation, urging Lingling to continue what they had started.
The air between them was thick with the intensity of their connection, each touch, each movement bringing them closer.
Lingling responded with a tenderness that matched Orm's unspoken desires, her movements slow and deliberate, savoring every moment.
As time passed, they found a rhythm, a silent dance of give and take that spoke of their deep connection.
Their bodies moved in sync, each movement an expression of the trust and love they had for each other.
The room, once filled with the quiet of anticipation, was now alive with the sounds of their closeness—
the gentle breaths,
the soft murmur of their voices,
and the shared rhythm of their hearts.
Lingling pushes Orm's both legs up onto her shoulder, giving her more access, and pounds harder on her with the ideal angle and speed.
Orm tightens her grasp on the bedsheets, and she starts moaning loudly.
They're both lost, relying on their common warmth.
A few more thrusts, and Lingling sensed Orm's near; her walls were squeezing her too tightly.
"Lingling baby, make it faster and harder please, I'm about to cum, ahhh shit." Orm said her mind is clouded with all the pleasure that Lingling is giving her.
Lingling oblige and continues to pump into her now faster and deeper.
Few moments after, Orm's cum flows through Lingling’s cock like fireworks in the night sky.
Orm reached her second climax of the night, her eyes rolling in the back and her moans reverberating through the walls.
Lingling slowed her pace as Orm is riding her orgasm.
A few breaths after, with a single rapid move, she put Orm on fours and do her in dogstyle.
Her movements get harder and faster as she feels the knot in her stomach tighten.
She is hammering her in the back, yanking her hair not too hard, and giving Orm a French kiss.
"Ahh fuck, Lingling you're hitting that spot. Ahh, shit I'm almost there againnnnnnn......" Orm hoarsely said her palms gripping the bedsheets tighter.
Orm came again as the pleasure is insurmountable making her legs shaking.
Lingling held her firmly as she's continuing to pound on her.
With a few more intense, quicker, and stronger pumps, Lingling came inside her, painting her walls with her hot and thick seeds.
Lingling rolls beside Orm, her breathing heavy.
She kisses her temples and hugged her tightly.
A few minutes later, with regained strength, Lingling made Orm to sit on her still hard and pulsating member.
"Ride me, baby," Lingling murmured softly.
Orm didn't need to be reminded twice as she started moving up and down to Lingling’s length.
She looked up, biting her lips, and her sweat was shimmering and rolling down her body.
Lingling admires the goddess on top of her.
There are nights on those long four years that she's imagining this sight.
And right now, Lingling didn't want the night to end.
To avoid muscle constraints tomorrow, Lingling meets her thrust while supporting Orm's legs.
They build a perfect rhythm that causes them to lose their inhibitions.
After a few more thrusts, they came together, whispering their names.
Lingling’s stamina is still too high, so she carries Orm and walks to the wall.
Orm's back touches the cold wall, her legs are hold safely by Lingling’s arms as she aligned her pulsating cock on Orm's wet and hot center.
Lingling bangs her against the wall with great pace and rhythm.
Orm felt as if she was drowning in pleasure, but she knew she needed more, which Lingling generously provided.
With strong pumps and rapid movements, they quickly reach their climax, with Lingling holding her safely and Orm biting her shoulders.
Not content, yet, Lingling brought Orm to the couch, this time opening her legs wider.
She enters and pound on her once more, eliciting gurutal groans from both of them. Their hearts rush as they work hard to achieve orgasms.
With one last pump, both of them cry in pleasure and exchange "Iloveyou"s.
Lingling nestled herself closer against Orm, burying her face in the crook of her neck as if she could somehow disappear there.
The room had finally fallen silent.
No more tears.
No more difficult conversations.
No more questions about what came next.
Only the sound of their breathing filling the darkness.
Lingling's soft murmurs drifted through the quiet air, each one spoken against Orm's skin.
"I love you."
A kiss.
"So much."
Another kiss.
"I love you, Orm."
The words sounded almost fragile, as though she was afraid that if she stopped saying them, she might lose her all over again.
Slowly, Lingling's hands began to wander, tracing familiar paths along Orm's arms, her waist, her back.
As if she was reminding herself that this was real.
That Orm was really here.
Not a dream.
Not a memory.
Not another cruel illusion she would wake up from.
Orm let out a tired groan before gently slapping Lingling's shoulder.
"Lingling, please..." she mumbled.
Her voice carried equal parts exhaustion and amusement.
"Enough."
Lingling laughed softly.
Orm opened one eye and pointed weakly at her.
"I'm serious."
"Mm-hmm."
"I am."
"You are."
Orm sighed dramatically.
"I'm so tired and so sore."
Lingling immediately bit back another laugh.
"If you do me again, I might actually pass out."
"Lingling."
"I mean it."
Orm buried her face against the pillow.
"Leave me some strength. I still want to be alive tomorrow."
That finally earned a genuine laugh from Lingling.
A deep one.
A warm one.
The kind she hadn't laughed in years.
And as the laughter faded, something else settled inside her chest.
Something heavier.
Something far more painful.
Her eyes slowly lowered to the woman in her arms.
To Orm.
The woman she had spent four years trying to forget.
Four years convincing herself she could move on.
Four years pretending she was okay.
Pretending she wasn't still searching for Orm in crowded rooms.
Pretending songs didn't remind her of her.
Pretending birthdays weren't painful.
She had tried everything.
But none of it worked.
Because no matter how many years passed...
No matter how hard she tried...
Her heart had remained exactly where Orm left it.
Waiting.
Loving.
Missing.
Hoping.
Nearly a decade.
Almost ten years of loving the same woman.
And somehow, despite everything they had lost...
Despite every misunderstanding.
Every separation.
Every lonely night.
Every tear.
Every heartbreak.
She was still here.
Still loving her.
Still choosing her.
Lingling felt her throat tighten.
A sudden ache blooming inside her chest.
Because she knew how close she had come to losing this forever.
How close they had come to becoming nothing more than a memory.
Two people who loved each other deeply but simply ran out of time.
The thought alone shattered something inside her. She close her eyes to calm herself.
With the little energy left in her, she carefully lifted Orm, gently carrying her to the bed. They curled up together, their bodies entwined.
Lingling reached up and brushed a few strands of hair away from Orm's face.
Memorizing her.
The curve of her lips.
The softness of her cheeks.
The way her eyes looked whenever she smiled.
As if she was afraid tomorrow would steal all of it away.
As if she still couldn't fully believe she had been given another chance.
Orm noticed the change immediately.
The sadness.
The fear.
The grief that still lingered behind Lingling's smile.
Without saying anything, she reached up and gently touched her face.
"I'm here," Orm whispered.
Three simple words.
Yet they nearly broke Lingling.
Because there had once been a time when she thought she'd never hear them again.
A time when all she had left were memories.
A time when she would've given anything just to hold her hand one more time.
Lingling's eyes shimmered.
Then she leaned down.
Slowly.
Carefully.
And kissed Orm.
Not desperately.
Not urgently.
Just a kiss filled with everything she couldn't put into words.
The years she spent missing her.
The tears she cried alone.
The prayers she whispered into empty nights.
The love that never left.
When they finally pulled apart, Lingling rested her forehead against Orm's.
For several seconds, neither of them spoke.
They simply stayed there.
Breathing the same air.
Sharing the same silence.
Holding onto each other like survivors who had finally found their way home.
With the little energy Orm had left, she curled closer against Lingling.
And Lingling carefully pulled the blanket over them both.
The world outside continued turning.
Problems still existed.
Questions still waited.
The future remained uncertain.
But none of that mattered tonight.
Tonight, they had each other.
Lingling wrapped her arms around Orm and held her as if she never intended to let go again.
Orm settled against her chest.
Safe.
Loved.
Home.
Slowly, exhaustion began pulling them under.
Their eyes growing heavier.
Their breaths becoming slower.
Their bodies fitting together the way they always had.
Like two pieces of the same soul finally finding each other again.
And in that moment, as they drifted toward sleep, nothing else mattered.
Not their past.
Not their fears.
Not even the uncertainty of what would come next.
They didn't know what tomorrow would bring.
But for now, they had this—
this fragile, beautiful now where nothing else mattered but them.
This wasn't just a night.
It was everything—
the years they lost,
the years they found again,
the tears,
the healing,
the love that refused to die—
all wrapped into one precious moment.
The past.
The present.
The future.
All rolled into one unbreakable promise.
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