“We’re not stopping, baby.”
“Hmmm…” He bit my lip, announcing his way into my mouth. He aggressively kissed me while still giving me pleasure on my front bottom. I’m out of breath. He tasted me enthusiastically, like he didn’t know what to stop. How he pleasures me feels like there’s no tomorrow. His tongue is fighting against mine, but I can’t seem to fight back. I’m so deluded by everything he does to me.
“Ismael…” I mouthed his name when he pecked my lips. He turned me back to him.
“Shush, don’t talk. I’ll please you, just like you need.” I felt his masculinity behind me. He lifted my right leg so he could access my inner part, and when his thing penetrated, my request was fulfilled. I feel his longing inside me. His thing is throbbing while he keeps on pouncing my walls. “… so you can forgive me completely.”
His left hand is on my mounds, playing with them, while his other hand is still holding my leg so he can push through to my cave. This is fucking insane! We’ve never tried this position before; that’s why it strikes me inside in a different location.
“God, Ismael! I can’t no more!” I screamed as I felt my juices dripping down. I also heard his every thrust inside me. I just bowed to the taste and was in awe, especially when he bit my ear. How can he do this simultaneously?
I just held his hand that was playing with my chest. I closed my eyes while he rode. I can’t resist anymore. I’m coming out again, for Pete’s sake!
“Ismael!” I was about to speak to give him a signal of my near arrival in heaven when he turned my head towards him to kiss. Both of our thighs stiffened as our combined juices flowed inside me.
Our eyes met when he let go of my lips. “You can stop now, Ismael. Please, I can’t handle it anymore. I forgive you now,” I said in a weak voice, while tempting to catch my breath. I was the one who initiated this, but look who’s about to back down.
“Not yet, my love; I have not yet forgiven myself.”
He devoured me again and then laid me down. He spread my legs as he smirked. He took off his pants, even the clothes he had just changed into. He lifted the lower part of my body while his two hands were stuck behind my knees, trying to gauge if it would be comfortable for me.
He held his shaft and tapped it on my private wetness, like he was announcing his entrance. Without a second, he entered me again. I arched my back in pleasure.
“Shit! Uggh!” I heard him growl when his manhood fully entered my hole. Even I can’t believe I can take his fucking length and size. This position is way more accessible to us than what we did before. It goes straight to my depths.
He was on his knees while riding. And his hands are roaming around my stomach and breasts, like he’s massaging them. I was biting my finger, watching him work on me.
He grabbed both of my hands and placed them on my head before coming over to continue plowing into me. His method of pleasing me is way too unfathomable. He takes me to another universe. It’s crazy. His hands also go to my neck, like he doesn’t know where to put his hand. I took his left hand and bit his fingers, sucking them like it was his dick.
“Ahhh…” I play with his finger with my tongue, trying to send him a message that later on, it’s not just his finger that can reach my mouth.
I held his arm as I rolled my eyes in pleasure. I am near. I can feel the tension finally building up inside after a series of thrusts from him.
“Ismael, deeper. I want you to go deeper. Break me! Ahhh! Oh, please!”
I was surprised when he kneeled down, which also caused my body to rise too much. Fuck. This position is so weird, but so erotic. His hands are wrapped around my thighs while he is still fucking me. Fuck. I don’t think I’ll ever get to heaven.
“Jothea, please forgive me,” he promised, as he gave me everything he had worked for. I never felt fear. All I wanted was to be with him. If this leads to something, I will definitely be happy to face it.
“I’ll take the responsibility, Jothea. I will marry you.”
*****
“Are you sure? If that guy planted the camera, then who went the second time to take all of her money?”
I woke up to Ismael’s angry voice. I saw him near the windows, talking on the phone, naked.
“Ismael?” I called him, worrying that he was having an argument on the phone. He turned to me and smiled.
“I’m just talking to someone, baby. I’ll be there in a minute,” he answered.
I got up and leaned against the headboard. The blanket covering my chest fell, but I just let it. Ismael saw everything, so what’s to hide anymore?
I tried to go to him because I wanted to hug him from the back, but my sore flesh didn’t cooperate. If Ismael hadn’t caught me, I would have fallen completely on the floor. “Baby, I told you, I’ll go to you,” he said softly while kissing my cheek.
“I just want to hug you,” I said in my morning voice. A sweet smile flashed on his lips. Just like how the sun shines outside, he shines for me.
“Like this, baby?” He took me to hug my back. I’m really getting used to him calling me baby. After all, I’m this one’s baby. I was tickled when he squeezed my chest.
“Hey, stop it! I said, I’ll hug you! I want to hug your bare back. I want to fantasize about how wide your shoulders are,” I admitted.
“Then let’s go to the balcony so you can see how well-built my back is under the sun.”
He pulled me, but instead of giving in, he still hugged me. How deceptive! Like me, he seems to be making the most of our time together. Well, on campus, we can’t actually do something like this. He gives respect to that place where he is a professor.
We stared at the land they owned. It’s amazing. Never once did it occur to me that I would step foot in this and witness such a beautiful place. Unbelievable. It’s like a dream. Especially the strong beating of Ismael’s heart that I can feel because we are both still naked. I just realized the world is really beautiful.
He put his chin on my shoulder and tried to squeeze my neck. I caressed his cheek. How can this guy be so sweet to me after all? Is this some kind of his peace offering because I was really mad at him? He’s dominant but becomes submissive sometimes. I feel like I am his commander. “Have you forgiven yourself yet?” I asked him softly.
He nods before sniffing my scent out of my body. “Your scent hypnotizes me to do so,” he replied. “How about you? Have you forgiven me already for real?”
I nodded. “Just don’t do it again. You’re all I have, Ismael. Don’t leave me hanging.”
“I won’t. I want to smell you like this, my Jothea, every day. I’m addicted to you.”
I turned to kiss him. “The feelings are mutual, Ismael.” He responded to my kisses while caressing my neck. I do the same to him.
I started it again, but it looks like he will finish it with me. But those thoughts were ruined by a sudden knock.
“Sorry to interrupt you, lovelies, but mom and dad are now here,” said Isa behind the door of the room where we were. “They are inviting us for lunch.” Ismael and I looked at each other. He said we were just going to spend the night, but the morning caught up with us. Now we can no longer escape.
Am I ready to face his parents? I felt nervous. Ismael explained it to me last night, but I still haven’t learned to be ready. How can they ask us to get married when they don’t even know about me? And Ismael and I still don’t know each other very well.
“Jothea…” he called my name. His gaze is telling me something. He wants to say something. “Hmm?”
“What do you think about my parents’s plans for us?”
I gasped. I was never ready for this. I never experienced being asked about my insight before. How can I answer this?
“Huh? W-why are you asking me?” I stammered a question because of the nervousness that prevailed inside me.
“Do you want to marry me?”
His question seemed to take my breath away. I just stared into his waiting eyes while I was looking for an answer. Even my lips felt numb and unable to speak. It’s not that I don’t want to get married, but doesn’t it seem like it’s too fast? Are the rich really like this?
“I mean, why are you asking me as if you’re considering the thought of marrying me, Ismael?”
He sat on a long chair near the bed. He also made me sit on his lap. “Do you think I was just playing around?” I frowned. He is also answering my question as a question. “Because I’m dating you with a marriage in mind.”
I gulped. I don’t know what to say. I remembered his hints then. That he’s going to name our children because I can’t even name the cat he gifted me properly. Has he been thinking of me as his wife since then?
“How come? I am not even a wife-material, Ismael. I might cause you pain. You know that I have a lot of problems regarding my family as well. Even my grades are sloping, and my degree is not yet sure. I don’t even have a dream, and I always give you a headache. How come you want this childish and immature lady? I am not even useful to anyone.”
“Don’t you know the reason yet?” he asked.
I shook my head. “Why do you always answer me with questions? Why don’t you tell me straight what you mean, Ismael?”
He let out a chuckle. “Can’t you feel it?”
I was even more annoyed with him. “What?”
“Haha, you’re getting irritated again? Are you pregnant?” he whispered, which caused me to hit his shoulder.
“Hey, don’t joke like that. I haven’t graduated yet. My family might be even more angry with me,” I stated to him.
“I will hold you accountable. I told you. I have marriage in mind.”
I hit him again. “You’re just changing the subject! What is it that I don’t know and can’t feel?”
He smiled and brought my ear closer to his mouth. “Come here, I’ll tell you.”
“Alright. What is it?”
“Te iubesc.”