“What are you doing, showing me your ass like that, huh, woman?” he asked playfully. “Are you trying to seduce me? Are you doing this so that I can forgive you?”
“No, I was just trying it on! Let me go. I was supposed to dry my hair.”
“There is no need. I like it wet,” he said. “Where are you going?”
“Here in the bathroom,” I replied uncomfortably.
“Alright. We will do it in the bathroom.”
“W-what? No! Aren’t we supposed to eat our dinner?”
He chuckled. “Your no means yes to me, and yes, we’re going to eat our dinner.” I was astonished when he stepped into the restroom and looked at me in the mirror. “I knew it. You lied when you said you didn’t like to wear this style of clothing, but now you’re buying one and trying to fit into it while I’m away. You are so selfish.”
“I was just mad that I bought it to get my revenge,” I added, making him grin even more.
“Revenge? So, who needs retribution tonight? Isn’t it me?”
His hand lay against my chest. It’s so leisurely that I can feel his warm fingertips touching the intricate designs of this lace lingerie. “It is your fault that I am going to be violent tonight. You sparked my interest when you wore anything like this. I am going to punish you.”
I looked at him. “Does it actually look nice on me? You constantly advised me to dress modestly and even rejected me once when I tried to seduce you.”
He grinned, as if he enjoyed what I said even more. “I am a man who is in love with you. Let’s start with that.” He kissed my ear. I felt a fleeting sensation of heat emanating from his body.
He pinched my nipples, making me groan with ecstasy. It tickles and feels wonderful. Especially after seeing what he did to me in front of the mirror. He was playing with my two breasts, so I couldn’t stand straight. He was massaging them vigorously. This is quite erotic to see.
He kissed my shoulders and back. I can see in the mirror that he enjoys what he’s doing.
I was astonished when he damaged the top portion of the underwear, which caused my breasts to spew. He lowered the straps so he could caress her more thoroughly.
“I was just massaging you, but why do I feel like you’re already wet down there?”
“Ismael, shut up and work. Please me.”
He laughed at what I had said. “No, I’m here to punish you, not to please you, Jothea.”
He bent my head toward the faucet. I was stunned when he slapped the cheeks of my ass.
“Ahhh!” I yelled. “Why would you do that?!”
I felt his other hand’s thumb remove the slit that covered my buttocks. He also squeezed my femininity with his thumb before hitting my behind again.
I grabbed the sink. I can’t tell if it’s pain or pleasure since he plays with my femininity, causing a different sensation each time he hits me.
“Fuck, Ismael!” I moaned as his finger entered my hole. He’s playing and forcing his finger inside me, and then all of a sudden I hear something unzip. The next thing I know, something hard has touched my ass. He even slapped his thing at me.
“Come on, fuck me now,” I said.
“Not yet, baby.” I felt him pressing his manhood on my skin. I became even weaker since, even if he was only rubbing me, I was thoroughly enjoying myself.
He pulled me up again, forcing me to stand up straight. I can see how that thing moves on me, even my eyes, which appear to be asking for more.
“How are you so beautiful?” he said, caressing my chin. I turned to him and touched his lips. Our tongues play together. This is ecstatic. I find Ismael’s actions tonight to be amusing, and I can feel how sexy we might be right now. From the time I saw him at the door, I knew that no one could make him put down food except me because I tasted better than others.
He keeps rubbing against me. I decided to touch him and insert it into myself. He was the one who grumbled about what I did. “Ugghh. You’re so naughty.”
He did not remove it and continued to enter me. I was astonished when he gripped my thigh and lifted me.
“I-Ismael! What are you doing?!” I wondered.
“Just look at us. Look at how my penis pushes into your pussy like a mortar and pestle, as if we were preparing the most beautiful thing in the world. They look flawless. Aren’t you amazed?”
He made me weak with the way he spoke, especially when he explained it to me. While we were knocking on each other, all I did was glance at our possessions. This is too much to manage. I feel like dying. The fact that he carried me in this manner heightened the yearning I felt in my body. I can’t breathe correctly.
“Am I not heavy?” I asked.
“You don’t even weigh much.”
I grabbed her head and kissed her tempting lips. I’ve just accepted that Ismael and I have such a great relationship. We are approaching this point. This level of intimacy is an excellent tool for resolving our earlier disagreements.
I merely held both of his hands while we looked at each other in the mirror until we both left at the same moment. It didn’t end there; he lowered me to the faucet. I apologized when he pierced me again. I became increasingly aware of my own reactions.
“Make sure you don’t have any insecurities from now on. It was you that I wanted. You are the only thing that triggers fantasies like this in my mind. Do you understand?”
I nodded.
“I can’t hear you.” He hit my buttocks again. “Do you understand?”
“Yeah!” was my response.
“Now, scream my name.”
I unwillingly followed him. “Ismael! Ahhh! More! I am about to c-!”
I felt his thrust inside me as well as his hard bite on my shoulder as we ascended into the sky. I was out of breath as he rotated my body to face him.
My upper body was resting on the sink’s edge when he spread my legs again. He promptly inserted his cock again, causing my legs to wrap around his waist.
“I-Ismael, I can’t anymore.”
“You still can. Believe me.
He pushed his way inside me like a beast that refuses to quit. His two hands were concentrated on the sink.
“Ismael, be gentle! A little slower! The sink might be destroyed!” I warned. Because he was making me stronger, like if he were starving. While I cannot deny my admiration for his approach, I am apprehensive about the possibility of collapsing with the sink. I think it’s going to break.
And I was not wrong. Fortunately, Ismael quickly hugged me because the sink had fallen where we were seated. But that did not deter him. He escorted me to the balcony, not the bed.
I was astonished, but thankfully it was already dark, so no one would see us. “Ismael, I might fall!” I spoke as he leaned me against the wide rails.
“Isn’t it thrilling?” he mumbled, continuing to work me.
“B-but-!” He stuck a finger in my mouth.
“Shut up and feel it.”
He kissed my chest. He keeps pumping his side into my soft skin, creating tension that indicates I’m about to cum again.
“Wait, Ismael! I feel like I’m about to pee!” I yelled.
“Then do it. Let me see.”
But this is not a pee. It touched his face after I squirted heavily, which brought back memories of the first time I attempted it. That made me feel extremely humiliated.
He laughed at me before setting me down. He turned me away from him, allowing me to see the city lights all across France. That steals my breath away, but not until I feel Ismael’s cock enter me again, at which point I bowed and became bitter on the wide railing.
“I thought we were done.”
“Not yet, my love. I still want more of it.” He ended up destroying the lingerie I purchased. He also removed his clothes. This is the first time we’ve done it in public, but it’s not really public because we were in a hotel room. Well, only on the veranda.
He held both of my hands before putting them behind my back. He’s still clashing with me. I was quickly removed because I was overly sensitive, but he continues to thrust until he reaches his climax.
“Let’s take a break,” I replied, concentrating on his chest to stop him.
“Oh, do you still want more?” he teased.
“Let’s eat first.” He smiled when he noticed how weak I was getting. “Our food is getting cold,” I explained.
“Alright.” He chuckled. He carried me inside the room and to the bathroom. We take a brief shower and put on our robes. We then left the bathroom. I went to the vanity mirror near our bed and was ready to take the blower when he grabbed it from me.
He dried my hair without saying a word, something he had never done before. I was standing in front of the mirror, looking at us. I couldn’t help but blame my head. Why do I constantly forget how fine a man he is?
“I’ll try to be worthy of your love, Ismael,” I responded in reply. He grimaced, but then smiled.
He took me up and set me down at the table, facing him. “From now on, you are not allowed to look down on yourself. Do you understand?” He held my chin. “Never imagine that I will abandon you or grow weary of you. If you only knew everything and saw yourself how I see you, you wouldn’t doubt yourself.”
I kept staring at him. Here he comes again, showering me with assurances that I always forget. “We have a large age gap; I am seven years older than you. So whatever you do, I will understand you. I’ll be annoyed or even angry, but at the end of the day, I’ll just be standing here waiting for you. All you have to do is call my name, and I will immediately come to you.”
My tears dropped, and he brushed them away. I placed my arms over his neck and embraced him. “Thank you for loving me in this way, Ismael. Thank you for the love that keeps me from feeling alone and lonely.”
OUR DAY IN EUROPE went swiftly. We also went to various perfume businesses and researched the components they utilized, which we may add to our future goods. I also made sure to use everything Ismael bought for me. I look like an expensive woman because of the luxury bags and dresses I’m wearing. People kept glancing at me. I can see the awe in Ismael’s eyes every time he looks at me. Like, really crazy.
I’m not used to it, but I feel like my confidence has increased. Maintaining a manly mindset and avoiding financial escapades are essential, despite the fact that it is not at all abhorrent to endure on occasion.
We headed to the restaurant, holding hands. Because Sav heard that Ismael and I were in France, she traveled from Italy via rail to see us both.
“Thea!!!” Savannah shouted my name, and everyone almost looked at each other. She dashed from the door to the table, where Ismael and I sat. I rose up and accepted her firm hug. “I missed you so much, girl!”
“Professor Mondalla! It’s also nice to meet you here,” Sav said before letting me go. Ismael simply nodded, watching us. He also ordered our meals because Savannah and I were too preoccupied to judge.
“I knew it Prof would get back to you,” she replied softly to me. Wait, that wasn’t what she said the last time we spoke. “You two are really cute, and you even spent your holiday here together! What happens now? When is the wedding? Are you pregnant yet?” she asked one after another, as if she were more excited than me.
“No? Do I look pregnant? That is the second time someone have said that to me!”
“Honestly, absolutely. Your shine has changed, and your body is no longer the same as before.”
“Can’t I just be happy?”
She smiled. “Could be! And I’m very pleased for you!” She hugged me again. I truly believe she missed me.
“How about you? How are you doing here? How is your cosmetic brand doing?” I pinched her.
“Well, things are getting more difficult every day, but I can handle it with my team. It’s great that I have some free time now to see you, but even if I don’t, I will surely come see you. Why are you here with Professor? Is this just a vacation, or is there a more serious reason?” She is still curious.
“Uhm, we met his brother here, and we also came here to research for our collaboration.”
“Collaboration?”