I clutched firmly to Ismael’s hand. The air is palpable; I am on the verge of fainting from nerves. This is my first flight, and I can’t help but feel scared. Despite the fact that our flight was safe, I couldn’t help but be concerned after seeing plane disaster films the night before.
“I’m here,” Ismael said quietly to me. I applaud him for securing a first-class seat for both of us. I even stopped him since it was too expensive, but he stated the flight was lengthy and we should sit in first class. If it’s short, he’ll be frugal and choose economy. Who is he trying to fool?
Anyway, here I am again, being suspicious. This should be my stop. I should believe what he says.
“That’s why I told you not to watch some of those videos,” he said, laughing. “Relax.” He kissed the side of my forehead and squeezed my hand tightly.
However, my chilly sweats continued for a few minutes. Ismael was telling me stories to help me overcome my fear of heights, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get the nervousness out of my chest. I’m crying now, like an overreacting person. I swear, I do not want this. I wish I could have stopped it and been okay, but I can’t.
I looked at Ismael as he abruptly closed the door. I was going to ask him when he suddenly approached me and kissed me.
“Ismael, what are you doing?” I inquired between his lips. I continued rubbing his shoulder, hoping he’d stop, but he didn’t.
“I’m doing my best to alleviate your concerns,” he muttered. His knees were lying on the seat between my legs, and his hands were on the side of my seat. He kisses me passionately and deeply. I only grimaced while kissing him back.
“But someone might see us,” I explained.
“No, but rather, they might hear you if you’re too loud.” I was astonished when he scooped me up. I just covered my mouth as I yelled.
“Excuse me, sir and madam. Is something wrong?” I overheard the cabin crew asking from the back door. It is still knocking.
“No, we’re fine,” Ismael replied before turning to me. “I told you to lower your voice.”
“Sorry.”
He grinned and looked at me in wonder. “It looks like it’s very effective, don’t you think?”
My eyebrows met. “What are you talking about?”
“My kisses have restored the color to your face. I see you’re no longer anxious.”
I puffed my cheeks. It’s true that what he did made me lose my mind. I lost my nerves on the plane because I was concerned about something else. Who wouldn’t be? I was astonished when he kissed me unexpectedly. Then my thighs rest on his waist. Who wouldn’t be concerned that the cabin crew would notice us due to my yelling?
“But I regret it; we can’t go any further than kisses, Jothea. We’re still in a public place,” he said, as if to make me appear as if I still desired something to happen. I lightly struck his shoulder.
“Who told you I was expecting? Put me down right now!” I yelled at him, which he just chuckled at.
“Okay.” He slowly lowered me, but then hoisted me back up, which was why I was clutching his neck.
“Ismael!” I shouted. Why did he rub his thing on me, for fuck’s sake? Is he attempting to seduce me? “Act your age!”
“Do you really want me to act my age?” he said, smiling.
I squeezed his shoulder, which is why he took me fully down. This one is utterly ridiculous. I’m not sure if he’s trying to distract me during our flight or if he’s simply taking advantage of my weakness.
I sat in my chair again, mumbling, while Ismael tried to touch my hand, but I refused. Tsk. After he teased me.
“Don’t sulk anymore.” He muttered, “We’ll do it after we check in.” I scowled at him before hitting him. This one is extremely insane.
“Uggh! Stop it! You’re not funny anymore!” He makes me appear foolish. He opened my mind to such possibilities. I wasn’t bad back then.
“Such a short-tempered woman,” he explained. I rolled my eyes. What if I teased him?
“You have never experienced it on a plane; I’ll make you experience being in a helicopter later.”
I closed my eyes, annoyed. What did he eat, and why is he acting like this towards me now? Is this his true color while traveling, or is it just because he is with me? I remembered our little trip to Baguio. I think I can get to know him better now that we’ve been together for a week without any interruptions.
I didn’t realize I’d fallen asleep, and when I opened my eyes, I was already in bed but still on the plane. It looks like Ismael scooped me up. Our two beds were adjacent to each other, so it grew broader as we hugged. Even if it’s just one, the two of us can fit.
“Are you hungry?” he whispered. He is awake. This one appears to be gazing over me. “I can ask them to serve our late dinner.” I recall that our last meal was lunchtime. And it appears that I slept too long, as my stomach is grumbling.
I looked at him for a few seconds before kissing him. “I love you,” I responded, beaming at him.
“All of a sudden?” he inquired. I nodded. “I’m hungry,” I muttered.
“Alright. I’ll ask for our meal.” He kissed my forehead. “And I love you too.”
Just as he had promised, the cabin crew cooked a late dinner for us. They served us a delicious medium-well steak with wine. I’ve been rushing through my first-class experience because I know I’ll only get to do it once. We also watched several movies. I was very impressed by Ismael since, although he appeared drowsy, he never left me alone.
Our plane landed in Europe early in the morning, and I was astounded by the country’s beauty and environment. No way. I never dreamed that I’d be here. I was unable to walk after the plane landed. How can I go to this location?
“Why is your mouth open? Are you waiting for my lips?” Ismael inquired when he received our bags. I want to cry because my heart is overjoyed. Here we are in France, specifically Paris. I hit myself multiple times, but I still can’t wake up from this dream.
I stopped talking to myself when I felt Ismael’s lips against mine. “My darling, this is real. You are here with me.”
My lips curled downward as I hugged him securely around the neck. I spoke to him in tears. “Thank you, Ismael. Thanks for bringing me here.” Even though he advised me to think of it as a work trip, I couldn’t help but imagine we were on our honeymoon, despite the fact that we aren’t married.
“No, thank you for coming here with me, my love,” he replied, rubbing my back. I still cannot believe it. I remember crying because I missed him so much, but now we’re back together. I believed he’d never come back to me. I thought we were not together anymore, but he proved me wrong. I’ve witnessed him compensate over the last two weeks for the days, weeks, and months I lost him. All I received from him was genuine love and affection. He took care of me like he’s my husband. He only offered me to live with him, but he treats me as if it’s true.
We booked into a neighboring five-star hotel, and I was astonished to see him carrying me like a child into the room. My arms and legs were clutching his torso as he dragged our two suitcases. I do not believe the two of us went on a business trip. He seemed to have forgotten why we came here-to visit and speak with his brother Danjer-based on what he was doing to me. Why would he bring me into the room like this? And why aren’t I protesting?
I kicked the door shut, and he smirked. “Can’t you wait any longer?” he teased. I remember telling him that he should act his age later. It appears that he will do my bidding.
“Why? Well, I just shut the door. Did you mean something else?” I whimpered as he lowered me onto the bed.
“Yes,” he acknowledged, kissing my lips. “Even your heavy breathing appeals to me. Every move you make draws me in. Everything, my love. Everything means something to me.”
He grabbed my neck and kissed me softly. I don’t believe we came here on a business trip because we just got off the airplane, and this is how we became now. In reality, he wants this even earlier when we’re on air. And even when we’re in another country, it’s as if we can’t get enough of each other. I am really insane for this man, as he is to me.
I unbuttoned his polo shirt as he undressed me. In just a few minutes, we were both nude and smiling as we watched each other. It’s as if we hadn’t just returned from a twelve-hour excursion. I’m fatigued, even though we’re only sitting on the plane, but here we are, unstoppable.
He lifted both of my legs while he was still standing on the edge of the bed. He spit on his hand while placing my legs on his left shoulder and caressed my womanhood. His stiff masculinity swiftly permeated my womanhood. I immediately groaned.
“F-fuck… Ismael… Ahhh…” I feel like a hotel owner when I moan aloud. The heat and desire flow through my body.
“Keep it this way, my love. Scream my name,” he murmured as he hurriedly approached me. It’s crazy. When he speaks as if issuing orders, I enjoy him even more. It makes me giggle, but I genuinely admire and follow him in bed. I frequently complain and appeal.
He landed on me, burying his flesh deeper within me. I was bent even further because my legs were resting on his shoulders. I’m not sure why we’re so aggressive now. I’m not sure what kind of air we both smelled. Is this because we are at one of the world’s most romantic destinations?
“Fuck, Ismael. This is crazy.”
His two hands were fixed on the bed, while I clung to them. We both stared at each other, attempting to reach the heavens. The intensity of his approach to me is fucking incomprehensible. I was biting my lip, and I had no idea what I looked like in his eyes because I was staring at the ceiling.
He cradled my chin and inserted his fingers into my mouth, playing with my tongue. “Are you close, baby?” he questioned in a hoarse voice.
“I am Ismael! I am!”
As he continues to grind all over me, I feel an explosion within my skin. It keeps me warm and full. I feel like I’m running out of energy and am quite sleepy.
“Do not sleep. We’re doing something, like I told you previously.
“What do you mean?” My forehead scowled, still collecting my breath. “Hold on, love. I need some water.”
He departed to get some water, but instead of handing me the bottled water, he drank it and kissed me. I stopped appealing and proceeded to swallow the water he offered me from his mouth. I remembered what I did to him while we were in Baguio.
“Do you need any more?” he inquired. “Are you still thirsty?”
I nodded hesitantly. He did it again. I don’t mind when our saliva and water combine. I lost sleep because of what he did.
“Now, get downward,” he urged, and I obeyed. I landed. “Like this?”
“Tilt your bum upwards.” I lied. I am like a dog sitting on top of the bed. This is odd. I am not sure whether we have ever held this position before. Oh, sure, when I was intoxicated, I let him enter my ass.
“Lower down your head a little.” He grabbed my name. He even placed a pillow underneath my face.
“What are you planning to do?” My chest tightened with nervousness. I can’t help but think that we are in an unusual situation right now. I’m not sure what went through his head, and I’m not sure why I agree. I’m curious about what we’re going to do, as if I hadn’t learned anything from our experience in Baguio.
I was astonished when he swung his legs over my torso, as if I were being straddled. I screamed when I felt him push his hard property into me. I quickly became weak and unable to move. My muscles tensed.
“Fuck, Ismael, what is this position?”
“Helicopter.”