“Sit on my face.”
“Are you kidding me? Why should I do that? Are you a chair?” I pondered. What is his journey in life?
I overheard him chuckle. “Sort of,” he replied. “Aren’t you sitting on me now?” he asked, pointing to his thighs, where I was sitting. “It’s the same, but in a different area. Come here.
I was astonished when he elevated my thighs and pressed his lips and tongue against my wet pearl. I couldn’t stop yelling aloud.
“F-fuck, Ismael! W-what are you doing?!” I screamed hoarsely because I felt I was running out of energy. Due to a lack of strength, I leaned my hands instantly on the wall. This position… I simply cannot imagine…
“Although I dislike your profanity, why does it sound so seductive?” he inquired.
“Why are you talking in front of-ahhh! Damn it!” I pulled his hair because it appeared that he was going to harden his tongue before pushing it deep inside of me.
“Shit, Ismael! What the hell are you doing?!”
“Curse me more, baby,” he jested, continuing to savor my femininity. Shit. Shit. Shit. My knees and thighs are shaking. I’m likewise having trouble deciding which direction to look. I feel like I’m about to faint.
“Stop right now, Ismael! I feel like I am cumming!”
“Go ahead, cum on my face.”
“Fuck! What are you saying? Let me go!”
“No,” he insisted, continuing to lick my entire body. Fuck. I can’t do it any more.
“Ahhh!” I bowed and closed my eyes. I cannot look at Ismael. I’m having difficulty breathing. “Ahhhh! Ismael!”
I gripped his shoulder as soon as I felt something emerge from my spring. I looked at Ismael because I could hear him laughing loudly.
My cum is on his face, and I can tell he was delighted by it. I let go of his grip on me and looked at him intently.
I exhaled with humiliation. “I told you to let me go,” I muttered weakly, wiping his face with my fingers. Instead of cleaning, he kissed his hand, where my juices were trapped. What the fuck? I believe this one is going insane.
“I like it. I enjoy it when you squirt on my face.”
I scoffed. “Why would anyone want anything like that, Ismael? It’s dirty.”
“It is not. Why are you so embarrassed about it, as if we never did it before?”
“I never cum to your face, Ismael.”
“Oh, really? Have you forgotten the first night?” He asked teasingly. I scowled and tried to recall whether I had ever let my cum out of his sight. I can’t recall anything. Is it possible that I am so intoxicated that I have forgotten?
I struck his chest. “Stop! It’s so embarrassing!”
I turned away from him, but he quickly grabbed me and hugged me. “Where are you going?” We’re not finished yet. I have yet to cum even once, my love.”
I swallowed. So we aren’t done yet?
“You’re really cute. I had no idea you knew how to be shy-ahhh!” I pinched him. “Now you are being sadistic. I like that.”
I gazed at him, struggling. “Oh, you are mad. I miss that.”
He kissed my cheek. I felt his hand caressing my nude body, right down to my wet womanhood. I moaned, but it was interrupted as Ismael kissed me. I just clutched his arm and head, returning the kiss.
“Hmmm…” I murmured as I felt his erection press behind me. I know he’s in difficult situation right now, and possibly has been for some time. He seemed to prioritize me a few more times, just as he used to when we were doing this.
“Let me enjoy now, baby,” he said as I felt his crotch descend on me.
“Ahhh!” As he continued to press his way inside my mouth while sucking my lips, I groaned inside his mouth. God, he’s doing it from behind. He’s aiming at the right spot. It tingles. It was like a matchstick igniting a fire within me. We are about to tear down our walls for pleasure, and I am about to go wild.
I slumped weakly, allowing him easy access to me. “Faster, my love,” I requested.
He grabbed my hips and struck his baton inside my heated flesh, dripping a lot of liquid. “Ahh, fuck!”
My hands are trembling while I am pinned to the warm bed. I’m on all fours, and he’s behind me, thrusting quicker as I instructed. I held on to his hand while riding alongside him.
He barely murmured, “Ugghhh… you’re fucking delicious, Jothea,” and I admit that his curse is attractive to me. It was exactly like the first time I heard him curse. I cannot disagree; it sounds spicy.
My breathing got shallow as I felt him penetrating me harder than usual. Our bed creaks as if it is ready to be destroyed, just like he is doing to me.
I felt him hold on to my neck as he lowered me into the cushion. I held that hand. I can sense the intensity of each barrier we created. It seems that every time we step away, there is a loud crash.
“I’m near, baby,” he murmured.
His body shifted behind me. The upper part of my body fell entirely, while the lower section remained upright. He held both of my hands. His fingers linked and interlaced with mine. I felt his face rest against the side of my neck. His breathing is getting heavier.
He bites my shoulder and continues to burst his cum inside me. Fuck. I also feel like I was released alongside him.
Ismael kissed my back a million times before withdrawing his thing away from me. That’s when I believed we were done, but we aren’t. It looks like he will have a great time. I feel he truly misses me.
He laid me down and spread my legs. I couldn’t argue anymore when he kissed my groin and then my femininity, as if he were cleaning and scraping our fluids. I couldn’t help but feel more humiliated because I assumed they were from us.
I let him do as he pleased. I just watched him enjoy himself since whenever I tried to give him a head, he always declined.
“Pleasuring you pleasures me more, my love.”
And I did nothing. I just felt like I had fallen asleep after our long sex.
*****
I felt fatigued when I opened my eyes. It’s dawn, and I am at Ismael’s penthouse. I remembered what happened yesterday, particularly last night. I can’t believe how long the night has been for both of us.
He gave me a strong hug from behind while sniffing the back of my neck, as if inhaling my scent. “Hmmm…” I heard Ismael muttering. I smiled briefly because my heart immediately leaped in gladness. Getting up with him in the morning is one of the things that makes me joyful. It’s as if the world is light, and I can handle any challenge that comes my way throughout the day.
“Good morning, my love,” he whispered into my ear. I can’t help but shudder at the thought that one day I’ll be hearing it every morning. Now that he’s here, I seem to have forgotten the periods when he wasn’t with me. His presence fulfilled all of my longings.
I turned to welcome him, but he suddenly kissed me. I grinned and kissed him back. “Good morning, too, Ismael,” I murmured before hugging him. I wish we could always be like this. “What would you like for breakfast? I will cook for you,” I offered.
“Are you on the menu?” He joked, as if he still hadn’t recovered from what he had done to me the night before.
“You’re too much.” I patted his shoulder.
“No.” He kissed my ear again, as if to begin over.
“Stop it, Ismael; aren’t you going to work?” I stopped him.
“I have a very important reason not to go to work today,” he explained, continuing to seize my hands and push me.
“And what is that?”
“You, baby.”
He eventually grabbed my hands. I was astonished when he lifted them above my head. And now we’re looking into each other’s eyes, screaming for our wishes. I swallowed. He’s on top of me, and his vision is godlike. It’s as if I’m being drawn and captivated into allowing him to do anything he wants to me.
“You are the reason I do not want to go to work. I feel like I could stay here on the bed forever if you’re with me.”
“Aren’t you being lustful too early in the morning?” I complain. It’s really time for us to do something again! He calmed me down, and I found it difficult to move because we had just been together the night before.
“Who’s to blame? You’re stunningly beautiful. You constantly make me fantasize and make it a reality.”
I’m in awe. I can’t imagine hearing those words from him. He has a great way with words. “Oh, God, Ismael! Could you please stop? Look at what you did to my body! I already have a lot of marks! There’s nowhere for you to kiss!”
“You’re not sure of that,” he said seductively. “I’ve been kissing you down there, but there’s still no mark.”
I was astonished when he proceeded down and wrapped his arms around my thighs before kissing my inner flesh, which was now pouring profusely. I can hear him kissing my dampness. I could not stop moaning. How can he take over my strength while I’m merely refilling it? Does he not plan to stop?
“Ahhh! Ismael! I can’t anymore.”
I could feel him licking various parts of it, even inside. Crazy! I can’t imagine him eating me like this was normal in the morning.
I flinched as he inserted a finger inside my walls. His finger represents traveling inside and discovering a treasure. I just gripped the cushion and struggled to breathe.
“Because of what we did last night, your way is still ready and prepared,” he said, kneeling down and adjusting himself. “Come take me in; this is my best breakfast ever.”
“You’re such a p-pervert,” I softly promised.
“Am I?” he asked, smirking. “Well, just with you.”