He picked me up and laid me down on the backseat. He immediately got into the car and closed the door. He stared at me as he took off his clothes.
I watched him. We stared at each other for a few more seconds before he kissed me again, but this time it was deeper. His tongue was twirling inside me, fighting against my sinful tongue. And I couldn’t help but hug him around the neck to deepen the kiss between us.
“Tell me, do you really like it when we do this, or are you just doing this because it is my request?” he whispered.
“Honestly…” He broke off his kiss to look at me. “At first, I didn’t like it, but when you started kissing me, my flesh began to call out to me. I also wanted something to happen between the two of us…” I confessed to him.
“How about now?” There was concern in his tone of voice. He brushed the hair from my cheek with a few of his fingers. “Do you like this?”
“I will like it if you start kissing my breast, Ismael. I enjoy our sex every time you do that.”
He smirked. “I’ll take note of that.” He lifted my dress. “Bite your dress ’cause I’m gonna kiss your breasts.”
I followed his command. I bit the dress I was wearing, which prevented me from moaning when his tongue touched my breast. My erected peanut was tasted by the one and only Ismael. Ismael’s playwork is outstanding, causing my back to arch with pleasure. I just held onto the glass of the window.
I felt his hand brush over my panties.
“How can you be so wet when we’re just kissing? Is this because I’m licking your nipples?”
His finger is on the middle part of my wet mounds, rubbing and soothing in a circular motion. I can’t take it anymore. Because of his simultaneous movements on my body, I could feel my juices flowing.
My finger toes curled as I let out a hard moan. “Ahhh! Ismael!” I fainted when I felt myself coming out.
“Did you just cum? How come you did that when I’m doing the bare minimum, Jothea?”
I glared at him. “Because I got so aroused when you talked dirty to me earlier,” I whispered, still fainting, but he lifted me up. He sat on the seat and made me sit on him.
I moaned again when I felt his hard flesh rubbing against my wet jewel. He kissed my chest again, but this time on the left. He nibbled on it, causing me to go crazy.
“Ismael, put it in,” I requested.
“I’m busy. Put it in yourself,” he sneered at me.
And just like what he said, I held his cock and inserted it inside me, making me lift my chin in pleasure. Even my eyes were glazed over because of the pleasure of his great manhood inside me. It was spreading all the way to the sky.
I felt his lips on my chin. He left a smooch there. Also on my shoulder… and hand, before licking my hard nipples again. He’s slurping it.
I pulled his hair back so he could look at me. I kissed his forehead, nose, and lips. I can feel the warmth. I am feeling it.
His hands held my hips as he helped me thrust on him. Soon he shifted my position. I had my back to him while one of my legs was raised, held by him.
“Is it good?” he whispered.
I turned to kiss him. “Feels good.”
He also grabbed my other leg, so I opened it wide enough for him to enter freely. I could see the situation of the two of us in the rearview mirror, even our two belongings together.
This is so hot…
“Ismael…”
“Jothea…”
He pressed my two legs together while holding them. He bit my ear while continuing to thrust hard and with emphasis. We were both about to reach the peak of pleasure.
He spread my legs when we both came. I just leaned against him and screamed in pleasure. His hand rested on my stomach, protecting me from falling over.
I was gasping for breath when I felt his lips touch my cheeks. I’m unalive, but yet he has not finished.
He kneeled down to kiss my lips down there. Even my groin didn’t pass his lips. I am still sensitive when he starts sucking my flesh.
“Ismael! Stop! I’m-I can’t!” My whole being was shaking, and even breathing was difficult.
And just like that, I came again on his face. I squirted the hell out of me, and when I opened my eyes, I saw his tongue out. It seemed to squirt out of his mouth, which surprised him. I approached him and grabbed his face.
“I told you to stop. I’m still sens-”
He smiled and kissed me. It seemed he really liked what was happening even though I was blushing with shame.
He clasped my hands before slipping his manhood inside me again. And because my flesh and walls had been loose enough since I was turned on, he stroked the g-spot, making me groan harder.
“Fuck, Ismael! You’re making me crazy!”
He leaned close to me while brushing my hair away from my face. “Tired?” he asked. My forehead furrowed as I stared at our clashing flesh. “Your legs can rest on my shoulder.”
I saw my legs draped over his shoulder as I looked at him.
“Ismael…” I called his name hoarsely. He’s just staring at me intently while making his rhythmic moves like it is a ritual to make me stay.
“Don’t ever disappear from my eyes again, Jothea,” he murmured. I caught a glimpse of tears in his eyes.
I remember that night when I planned to kill myself by suffocating myself with gas and turning my house into ashes. He was the one who saved me.
Tears fell from my eyes.
“I always think about you, you know.”
I bit my lip, because even I would be hurt when I remembered that night. Everything. Everything that happened.
“Promise me you won’t do that again.”
He caught my eyes. Begging. Pleading.
“Answer me.”
I nodded with all my intent to fulfill it.
He thrusts harder, making my nails burn down on the back of his hands.
“Don’t ever break your promise once again, Jothea. It will really break my heart fully.”
*****
I woke up in bed here at the hotel. I don’t know where, and I’m not sure if it’s another one of Ismael’s properties that we’re staying in now.
I saw that I had clothes on, a thin dress, and it was clean while Ismael was sleeping next to me while lying on his back, looking very tired. He was only wearing jogging pants as usual and was outside the blanket.
I got up and cleaned up while boiling hot water. I made Ismael coffee and French toast. Since he was very tired last night, I’ll make it up to him.
Suddenly, I felt a warm embrace from behind. It was Ismael sniffing my morning scent.
“What are you doing? You can still rest on the bed,” he whispered.
“I’m just preparing you something to eat so when you wake up, you don’t have to wait anymore and just eat what I got for you,” I answered.
“Your lips are enough to start my day. Give me a morning kiss, my love.”
I smiled and turned to him. I reached for his lips and succumbed to it. “Happy?”
“I’m on the clouds.”
I laughed at his answer. Even while I was setting the table, he was wrapped around me like a child who wanted to ask for something.
“Let’s eat now, Ismael. Let go of me,” I said, but he just pulled me in when he sat down on the chair to sit on his lap.
He took his coffee and took a sip, so I just let him do what he wanted while we were in the same chair while eating breakfast. I was about to eat toast when I felt his hand above my breast. The dress he was wearing on me was only thin, so I could feel the warmth of his palm.
I bit my lip hard when he moved his thumb to the very tip of my breast. Ever since I said I liked it when he kissed my breast, he hasn’t stopped.
I gasped when he squeezed it. Now I can feel it getting hard.
“Ismael… let me have a meal in peace,” I whispered while looking at him. Our faces are too close, so I can see him smirking. He grabbed my chin before kissing my lips. I just felt his hand caress my neck down to my cleavage before digging into my chest.
I didn’t moan because he didn’t let go of my lips. I savored the coffee he had drunk earlier.
His right hand is on my left breast, pinching my erect nipple. This is too early in the morning, but I can’t help but ejaculate.
My hand crawls to the part where I’m sitting. He is hard like a rock. And because I feel sorry for his stiff flesh, I let go of it before I cuff him with my hand.
I’m rubbing my hands on his veiny manhood, which is now blushing red with madness. I flinched when his left hand touched my wet pussy. He touched my labia and produced a circular motion around it before reaching my clitoris. He’s teasing it and pinning his finger harder, making me delirious, but I tried my best to work on him. I want to satisfy him too while he satisfied me like this.
“I’m ready, Ismael,” I informed him before standing up to put his warm cock inside my cave. My muscles stiffened immediately. And I can’t help but twitch in pleasure.
This is so satisfying-a morning with breakfast like this.
We were moving slowly and gently, letting out soft moans until we came. We caught our breath before kissing each other again. It was good that after that he let me eat breakfast peacefully.
“How’s the healing of your inner child going?” Ismael’s conversation began. I smiled before giving a thumbs up. I finished my bread before speaking.
“I’m happy. Thank you for being with me and playing. You’re such a good companion, Ismael.”
He flashed a dashing smile. “I’m glad.”
“You know what? I still have something to do to complete the healing of my inner child.”
He pursed his lips, trying to suppress a laugh. “You’re not done yet? What is it?”
I took out my phone and scrolled through the song. “I’ve been wanting to be a dancer since I was young.”
“Okay?” He didn’t seem convinced, but I could tell from his playful smile that he wanted to see me dance.
“I’m open for feedback,” I said, which made him hold back even more laughter. He crossed his arms and looked at me while I was warming up and stretching my bones.
I played the 2NE1 song, and Ismael was already laughing during the intro, but I didn’t care. I’ll just feel this moment! The show must go on!
“Naega jeil jal naga…” I sang along to CL, my favorite member of the group. I even jumped in front of Ismael and pushed him away.
“Bam ratatata ratatatatata!” I clapped my hands in the air while shaking. I still had this dance that I often danced in front of the mirror memorized.
Ismael’s laughter stopped because he realized that I really knew how to dance and that I was dancing freely in front of him. I was fascinated when he vibed with the song while banging his head.
“What? Are you in love with me again?” I teased him. He just shrugged. “I’m enjoying…” he replied, but I took his hand to invite me to join in.
“I don’t know how to dance, my love,” he said. I taught him the step, and I was the one who laughed at him. In fairness, he’s making his best effort to dance with me. Even though I was dying of laughter watching him.
“I told you! I don’t know how!”
“Just dance with me, love! Come on! I won’t judge!”
“But you keep on laughing!” he yelled.
“It’s just because I’m happy!”
I hugged him, and my favorite CL song just started playing. I sang along to that song even though I’m not as good at singing as Ismael.
“What more do you need to hear? Boy, I got you in my arms. I only need you.”
I heard the strong beating of his heart while he hugged me tightly.
“Don’t let me go tonight. Don’t go home today. On top of this island for the two of us, I’m your ocean; you’re my star.”
I just can’t let go of this moment. I love this way of being in his arms. I love him so much.
“Yeah, ’til six in the morning. Baby, don’t stop; keep it coming. Make me feel so good so that I’ll remember it tomorrow.”
I will never let go of him. Never. Never again.
“I can’t stop thinkin’ about you. 5 stars every time that you come through. Oh my God, I must have gone crazy. Oh my God, I can’t get enough, baby.”
I felt him swaying our bodies. He seemed to be really enjoying the moment between us. It was only morning, but I was already full of the strong energy coming from his love. I was so full.
Please don’t wake me up. Don’t wake me up from this dream.
“Did I hear it right? Am I your ocean and you’re my star?” Ismael asked when the song ended, but we were still hugging each other as if we didn’t want to part.
“Uh-huh, you heard it right, love.”
“Then, would you like to ride my waves?” he asked seductively again. He really liked these dirty stretches that I couldn’t help but smile.
“Drown me,” I said before looking at him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and reached for his lips. Now, we’re drowning again.