I don’t know what caused Ismael to be so aggressive this morning. No, he started yesterday night. Does the fact that he misses me make every twitch an unbearable reason for me to move? We’ve been doing this for almost a dozen hours or more! The only rest is sleep and pee.
“Ahhh!” I shouted as he inserted his manhood with full force. My flesh is still sensitive, and I have the feeling that I will erupt at any minute. It tingles. “Hold on, Ismael! I am about to-”
But he continues to thrust, as if he doesn’t hear me, and I can’t help but squirt while he’s still inside me.
He flipped me over while one of my legs was resting on his shoulder. He’s still pushing his way inside me. Tell me, is he truly addicted to this?
“Ismael…” I held his hand while dancing with him. Fuck, I can’t deny that I enjoy what he’s doing. He was the one who could drive me insane at these things. I’ve never felt this satisfied before-like he was built specifically for me. Even I can’t believe I could say such wicked things.
“Ahh, it hurts!” I yelled as he concentrated on me. “My legs, Ismael!”
He laughed. “Oh, sorry,” he said quietly as he lifted my leg off his shoulder. He knelt down again, and I was astounded when he raised my lower body. Because of our respective positions, I could only bite the back of my hand. He is such a monster. I never imagined he would become like this-because of me.
He keeps thrusting his hips as if he doesn’t want to quit. How does he work, like if he never tires? I bet he works out a lot. Endurance and stamina are really strong, and I was running out of energy even in round one. To think that he is the only one working among the two of us. How can he accomplish this?
He pulled me up, and I was extremely near his shoulder, with my legs resting on his waist. We both lost strength as the fruits of our labor flowed out. I just leaned on him to catch my breath.
“Ahh, Ismael, what did you do?” I asked him softly. Even my eyes feel heavy. I only woke up a little while ago, yet it appears that I am falling asleep again.
He kissed my body, particularly my breasts, before lying down on the bed. He kissed my cheeks, the bridge of my nose, and my forehead before allowing me to sleep again.
*****
“So that was his half sister? I see. Her visit was part of the plan.”
I awoke when I heard Ismael’s voice. I opened my eyes to see him outside the glass door. He is in his robe, conversing with someone dressed formally. Is he the secretary Ismael is talking about?
I was ready to approach him when I realized I was wearing nothing. I immediately noticed the pajamas on the side table. It appeared to be his, but it was actually a spare that I borrowed. I instantly bought them to wear; however, the pants are too big for me.
“It is not safe for her to live there then.”
“Yes, Sir. It’s a good idea to bring her here so you can keep her secure and keep a careful eye on her like you did before.”
They both stared at me since they realized I was near them. I also saw a man who appeared to be older than Ismael. He bowed before saying goodbye to Ismael and myself.
“I apologize for listening. It was my first time witnessing you chat with someone else in such a serious manner, and I became curious about who you were talking about,” I stated before approaching Ismael.
He quickly hugged me. “I don’t mind you listening.” He kissed the side of my neck. “We were talking about Raviel’s half-sister.”
I was stunned. “Raviel has a half-sister?”
He stared at me for a moment. “Yes, we discovered. He has one.”
I was even more amazed. “So, my hunch was right; you are working on this.”
“Of course, I won’t sit back when something almost happened to you,” that’s what he stated. I remembered what happened yesterday. Raviel’s minions nearly killed me. I’m not sure why he can kill anyone, including me. What did Ismael do to him, and does he have any sympathy for me? But I doubt Ismael did anything to him.
“And what does Raviel’s half-sister have to do with this?”
“We’re still looking into that, Jothea. I’ll notify you once we find something. I promised to tell you everything, right?”
I nodded. “Alright, love.” He smiled as he heard how I addressed him. I don’t want to do it again because of his reaction! I’m becoming shy!
“Ismael…” I called him.
“Hmm?”
“Your pants don’t fit,” I commented, pointing to his pants on the side table. We can see that into his room from where we are because the barrier is glass. He laughed and squeezed my cheeks.
“So you’re telling me you’re not wearing something?” He touched the inside of my clothes, specifically the lower part of my back.
I immediately slapped him because he squeezed my cheek there. “Of course, I am wearing an undies! What do you think of me?”
He laughed. “Hold on. I’m the one who isn’t wearing anything inside.”
He entered the room again and removed his robe before putting the pajamas on. He’s now dressed in a robe and pajamas with my top partner. I couldn’t help but feel excited.
When he returned, he had already set up a small table with food that appeared to have been his creation.
“Let us go over there and eat. The weather is wonderful,” he commented. I grinned before following him. We are not wearing anything to protect our feet, which is why I feel the tickling of the small grasses I step on. It’s relaxing.
We are in the right wing, and there is an open area with a table and chairs for us to eat at. And we were surrounded by stunning scenery-large structures-because we were on top of his hotel. I can see mountains and gorgeous clouds in the distance.
“You really don’t plan to work today?” I asked humorously.
“I’ve told you. You are the job that I need to work for today,” he replied, setting down the plate of fried rice, fried egg, and beef strips, with vegetable salad on the side. “I know you don’t like coffee and you prefer tea, but here’s what you need for today.”
I was astounded when he served me hot milk. Am I pregnant?!
My eyes widened immediately.
“Relax; I am sure you’re not,” he said, smiling. That almost made me lose my breath. “I know the place to strike to get you pregnant, so…”
“So?” I raised my brow as I asked him.
“Just tell me when you’re ready, and I’ll strike that part.”
I simply shook my head. He always knows a lot. I wouldn’t be surprised if he could compute that as well, given that he can calculate me.
We began eating. In fairness, his cooking is fantastic. He can actually marry. What happens if he marries me?
“Ismael, that man a time back. Is he your secretary?” I asked to start a conversation.
“Yeah, he’s Mr. Tory.”
I nodded. “Oh, he looks so familiar,” I said. “Because when our eyes met earlier, I felt like I had seen him before.”
“Perhaps,” he replied with a smile. “He’s been working with me for twenty-one years now.”
I was stunned. “You mean, since you’re seven years old?”
He nodded. “Yeah,” he replied, before sipping his coffee. “How about me? Don’t you think I look familiar?”
I smiled. “No? If I’ve seen you before, I know I won’t forget you especially how handsome you are!” I hissed, but he said nothing and simply stared at me for a few seconds.
“Of course, how can you forget about me?” A smile emerged on his lips. “Never forget me, Jothea. It will break my heart.”
I nodded. “Ismael, I will not forget you and will not break your heart. I love you so much; why would I do that?” I held his hand.
“Come here. I want to hug you.” He took my hand, so I rose up and approached him to sit on his lap. We even defeated the honeymooners.
He hugged me tight. “And I love you too, Jothea.” I sat like a child beside him. My thigh wrapped around his waist. It feels fantastic. I’m not sure what I did in the past to deserve anything like this or someone like Ismael. I feel like a hero.
“Jothea…” I heard him calling my name. We still hug each other.
“Hmm?”
“Do you want to live here?” I became aware of his query. “Do you want to live with me?”
I broke away from the hug to take a closer look at him. His expression was sincere, with no trace of dishonesty. “You mean, live-in?”
“Yeah? Would you like to do that? I mean, it is not safe for you to return to your home after what happened. I’m just worried that it might happen again. If you don’t feel comfortable living in my penthouse, you can stay in one of my hotel suiterooms.”
I smiled. How is he so considerate for my sake? He treats me like a princess-nay, a queen. Like a fragile vase, he never wants to be in danger.
I can’t believe someone like him exists and is in love with me.
“I want to know you more, so…”
His eyes widened as he realized what my response meant. Aside from meeting him, I want to spend more time with him, which will only happen if we are together.
“I’ll choose to live here with you.”
He expanded his smile and pressed me with a loving kiss. “Thank you. Thanks, Jothea.”
I nodded and kissed him on the cheek. “Of course, my love. As you wish.”
We looked at each other for a long time. I also gazed at his lips, as if wanted to eat me again instead of the food he had prepared for us both. If I am the reason he doesn’t want to work today, I should accompany him on the trip. I should collaborate, correct?
I smiled and was about to kiss him when I realized something.