Chapter 31 Bernadette Rose 2

Chapter 31 Bernadette Rose 2
They kiss passionately while undressing each other, Bernadette then lies down on the bed, Walker sits beside her, his arms wrapped around her, kissing her neck and collarbone, kissing her breasts, sucking her nipples.
Bernadette moans softly, arching into his touch. "Yes," she breathes. "Please."
He kisses her softly, caressing her body. He feels her shiver beneath his touch, her skin dampening under his palms, her breathing growing heavier.
"Bernadette," he murmurs. "Tell me how you want me."
Bernadette smiles, trailing her fingers across his chest. "Any way you can."
She reaches between her legs, rubbing herself, making her wet.
"Are you ready, my sweet angel?"
She nods firmly. "More than ever."
"Then tell me—"
Bernadette shakes her head, biting her lip. "Not like this," she whispers. "I need more. Please."
He kisses her deeply, pulling her onto his lap, lifting her hips, and spreading her legs wide.
Walker licks her vagina, tasting her juices, enjoying the taste. She moans softly, his tongue gliding along her folds, lapping at her clit.
"More," she begs, her voice low and hungry. "Harder."
he licks and drinks her juice, Bernadette moans loudly, her legs trembling from the pleasure.
"Tell me," she pleads. "What else do you want."
"To take you," he murmurs, grasping her thighs. "I want to feel you tight around my cock, squeezing me, milking me, driving me mad."
"Oh yes," she cries. "Take me hard!"
he grabs his pants, pulling out his cock, thick and long, throbbing and leaking precum. Bernadette bites her lip, watching him, wanting more.
He slips the tip of his cock inside her, pushing deeper and deeper until he is buried balls-deep in her body.
Bernadette gasps, shuddering. "Yes," she mewls. "Take me."
"Come for me," he growls, thrusting hard and fast, pounding her pussy, fucking her, filling her.
Her back arches, her head thrown back, her mouth open, crying out as she comes, her body tensing and shuddering, her inner walls clenching around his cock, squeezing him.
"Fuck," he groans, grunting as he drives harder.
Bernadette whimpers, whimpering softly. "Don't stop," she gasps. "More."
he thrusts faster, harder, a moan escaping his lips. He loves the feel of her body, of her cunt tightening around him, holding him tightly.
"I'm going to come," he warns, his cock twitching, his balls tightening.
Bernadette moans, gripping his shoulders. Honey, please, give me your seed!
He pushes deep, bottoming out, coming, filling her womb with hot cum, shooting rope after rope of his essence inside her, flooding her womb, adding to hers.
"yes!" Bernadette cries, her orgasm racking her body, her breath quickening, her thighs quaking.
"Faster," she begs. "Give it to me harder!"
"I love you," Walker whispers, kissing her, wrapping her tightly in his embrace.
Walker held Bernadette close, their bodies still intertwined in the quiet aftermath of passion. The candlelight flickered, casting warm shadows over the room. He traced gentle patterns along her bare shoulder, feeling the softness of her skin beneath his fingertips.

Bernadette sighed contentedly, resting her head against his chest. "You are unlike any man I've ever met," she murmured.

Walker smiled, running a hand through her deep red hair. "Is that a good thing?"

She chuckled softly. "It is. You're different… and not just because you see me as more than the madam of this place."

Walker remained silent for a moment, staring up at the ceiling. He thought about the green crystal above her head, about the strange twists of fate that had led him here. He had met so many women across different universes, but each one had left an impact on him. Now, Bernadette had become part of that journey.

"Tell me about yourself," he said finally, his voice gentle. "Who was Bernadette before Rocking Horse?"

She exhaled softly, her fingers tracing circles on his chest. "I was young once," she started with a small smile. "Innocent. Naïve. I fell in love with a man who promised me the world. He was charming and powerful. I thought I had everything. But promises break easily, and love isn’t always enough. When he left, I had nothing. No home, no family. I built myself up from the ashes and turned this place into something I could control."

Walker held her a little tighter. "You’re strong."

"I had to be," she admitted. "But you… you're different, Walker. You look at me like I’m not just my past."

He brushed his lips against her forehead. "Because you're more than that. Everyone has a past, Bernadette. It doesn’t define who you are now."

She gazed up at him, her dark brown eyes filled with something unreadable—hope, longing, uncertainty. "You talk as if you know me better than I know myself."

He smiled wistfully. "Maybe I do. Or maybe I see the woman in front of me as she truly is."

Bernadette swallowed, her fingers tightening around his hand. "And what do you see?"

Walker took a deep breath, cupping her face gently. "I see a woman who fought against the world and survived. A woman with a heart still capable of love despite everything. A woman worth cherishing."

Her lips parted, her breath shaky. "Walker…"

He kissed her softly, this time not out of passion but something deeper—something that made her shiver in his arms. When they parted, Bernadette looked at him with misty eyes, vulnerability breaking through the confident mask she wore.

"No one has ever said that to me before," she whispered. "No one has ever looked at me like you do."

Walker smiled, brushing a tear from her cheek. "Then let me be the first."

She laughed, the sound light and free, as if for the first time in years, she had allowed herself to believe in something more than survival. "I think I could fall for you, Walker."

His heart clenched at her words. He had heard them before, from others, in different worlds. But this moment, right here, felt real in a way he couldn’t explain.

He held her closer, pressing his forehead to hers. "Then let’s not rush. Let’s just… be."

Bernadette exhaled softly, closing her eyes. "That sounds perfect."

The night stretched on, but neither of them moved. In that quiet space, with nothing but the sound of their breathing and the warmth of each other’s embrace, Walker felt, for the first time in a long while, that he was exactly where he was meant to be.

At the noon in the 1920 era... Walker walking with Bernadette at the shoreline. They held hands together.
They walked along the shoreline, the waves lapping gently at the sand. Bernadette's boots crunched the sand beneath her feet as they strolled in silence, the only sound the crunch of the wind. The clouds had cleared earlier that morning, leaving behind a bright blue sky. Walker drank in the sunlight, soaking up every ray of light.
"This is beautiful," he murmured after a few minutes.
Bernadette nodded, gazing toward the horizon. "I never get tired of it."
Walker stopped, turning to face her. "are you sleepy."
"no, honey." Bernadette said. "because of you, last night I was sleeping as dead girl." she laughed.
"What did you dream?" he asked, leaning forward.
"I dreamed that you and I are husband and wife." she answered. "and you are handsome and rich and our son is a very smart boy. We all live in a big mansion in New York City."
He laughed. "that sounds nice."
"Tell me, why do you love older women like me?"
"you just 40."
"Walker, you're just 20 years old and a rich family man." she teased. "why do you love me?"
"Because I am crazy about you." he said. "don't ask me why."
she giggled. 
He can't tell her he came from another universe? he thought.
"I feel like young again when I'm with you." she continued. "like I have a whole new life. And I just want to keep feeling that way forever."
"Me too," he breathed, wrapping his arm around her waist.
She sighed happily, resting her head on his shoulder. "You make me happy, Walker."
He pulled her close, kissing her. 
"I won't." She gave him a gentle smile. "Now tell me—where are we going today?"
He shrugged. "I don't know. Wherever you want."
"I will go wherever you go."
"Good answer." He grinned, hugging her tightly. "Let's keep this going."
"Walker, I feel you thinking about sexual things," she whispered. "Are you thinking about sex with me?"
He chuckled softly, nuzzling her neck. "You're so funny."
"It's okay, honey. I'm ready to hear everything you want to say. Is there anything special you want to do with me? I can feel you."
Walker stroked her hair, grinning. "I want to kiss you everywhere," he murmured.
"we step across the lake, There are bushes over there. We can secretly do that." Bernadette said.
Walker laughed. "A quickie in the woods?"
"Well, we should try outdoors. It's kind of fun." She winked.
He took a breath. "ok."
"Oh, wow." Bernadette shivered. "I'm excited."
"me too." he kissed her. "but first, we need to cross the lake."
Walker and Bernadette continued their walk along the shoreline, the sun casting golden hues across the water as afternoon faded toward evening. The gentle breeze carried the scent of salt and earth, and the rhythmic crashing of the waves set a steady, calming pace to their steps.
Bernadette held onto his arm as they approached the small wooden bridge that crossed the lake. The structure was old, its beams slightly worn, but still sturdy enough to hold them. Walker led her carefully, his grip on her hand firm.
“I’ve never done anything like this before,” she admitted, glancing around the quiet, secluded landscape.
Walker chuckled. “Sneaking off into the wilderness for a little… privacy?”
Bernadette smirked, playfully nudging his arm. “Something like that. But also, just being with someone like this… It’s been so long since I let myself feel this way.”
Walker slowed, turning to her with curiosity. “This way?”
She nodded, taking a deep breath. “Loved.”
A soft breeze tousled her red hair as she gazed up at him, her dark eyes filled with warmth and vulnerability. Walker felt his chest tighten, realizing how much this moment meant to her. It wasn’t just about passion or adventure—it was about trust, about allowing herself to love again.
He lifted a hand to cup her cheek, brushing his thumb along her skin. “You are loved, Bernadette. By me.”
Her breath hitched, and for a moment, she said nothing. Then, she smiled—a real, unguarded smile. “You have no idea how much that means to me.”
Walker leaned in, capturing her lips in a slow, deep kiss. The world around them faded away as he held her close, the heat between them igniting once more.
When they finally broke apart, Bernadette licked her lips, a teasing glint in her eyes. “Now, about those bushes…”
Walker laughed, taking her hand. “Let’s make sure no one’s around first.”