Chapter 133 Chapter 133

Chapter 133 Chapter 133
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 head. 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 agreed. 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," he said. I looked at him and gasped as I noticed his position on me. I cannot imagine.
"God, Ismael! You are insane!" I yelled as I felt tremendous pleasure from this odd position.
"Just trust me."