Chapter Seventy-eight

Chapter Seventy-eight
Bryan
Making love with Kacy is what I need the most during this trying time. The way her mouth works on me makes me forget everything and had a glimpse of heaven, with nothing but the present moment, this feeling I want to last forever.
"Ahh yes, baby," I groaned, expressing my needs as Kacy forced my length deep into her throat. My eyes rolled back to my head. I held her still, prolonging the sensation for me to remember it for the rest of my life. I want to know everything about her, every detail of her body, every inch of her soul, and how she feels and tastes.
I let go of her head as she chokes. She looks so adorable, those amber eyes of hers, that soft pink lips I couldn't resist. Her flawless skin. I couldn't help but fall in love even more. I claimed her lips, hard, open and moist, crawled over her, devouring her like she belongs to me. She looks so good under me, so vulnerable. I pulled down her jeans, leaving only her pink panty.
"Bryan, I—" she's about to say something, but I touched her lips. She has done enough for me, now it's my turn to make her happy.
"Spread your legs for me, darling," I said.
"But I can't," she said, closing her legs tightly.
"Trust me. It'll make you feel so good. I'll make you forget everything." I look into her eyes, offering heaven for her to see. "I'll be gentle, I promise. I won't hurt you, especially our child."
Kacy didn't say anything, but the way she looks at me, the way those lusty eyes met mine, I knew she wanted it too, to feel heaven and earth and everything in between. Her cheeks flushed as I pulled down her panty, revealing her damp pussy.
"I thought you don't want it, but you're so wet," I said, and she blushed.
She finally let go of her inhibition, spreading her legs wide open for me. I moved my face close and opened my mouth. Using my tongue, I teased her clit, making her squirm in pleasure.
"Just tell me if you want to come," I said, licking her up and down.
"Bra—Bryan, sto—stop it," she stuttered.
I love to see her like this, completely helpless under my control, lost in the pleasure I'm giving her. "Don't worry, darling. You can come however you want." I continued teasing her.
She convulsed in pleasure as I penetrated her pussy. I felt her hands on my head. Her body vibrating, a sign that she's close to climax. I held her hands on the sides, restraining her. Blood rushes through me. I want her to do nothing but enjoy this feeling I'm giving her.
"Do you like it?" I asked, looking into her eyes. I love the way her cheeks flush, burning in pleasure, like a volcano about to explode. Her body feels warm.
"I... I'm coming..." And she exploded to my face, that slimy fluid she's been keeping. She came a lot, three times in a row.
I crawled over her and kissed her lips. I want to fuck her so much, to feel her clit wrapped around my cock, wondering how that'd feel, but I don't want to hurt her, so I restrained myself.
She wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing me hard and passionately, our tongues intertwined. I could feel her dense breath on my face and the beating of her heart that slowly turns back to normal. I lay there beside her, pleasuring myself until I came.
We stay on bed for a while, in silence, mind's almost empty. Just breathing. Mindful breathing. It makes me realize how rare and beautiful it is to even exist. If I weren't born, no matter to what kind of situation or to whose parents, I wouldn't experience all these things, all this goodness and badness of life. I wouldn't have met Kacy and fell in love with her. I hate to admit it, but I thank the universe for this chance to live a life despite all the danger looming ahead.
"What are you thinking about?" Kacy asked, her hand gently caressing my chest.
"Nothing," I said, though I know how both thinking and living coexist together. A man, unless with a brain-problem, thinks. Even the ones who says they aren't thinking are thinking for how would they know they aren't thinking if they aren't thinking?
I smiled to all these nonsensical thoughts. It's like having a conversation in my own head. Sometimes this inner voice gets too heavy and I forget to live in the present moment. Thoughts are vast and can be infinite, but just as the universe.
"Why are you smiling huh?" Kacy asked.
"I'm just glad that we can do things like this, things that a normal couple does, despite our situation," I said.
Kacy sighed. "There are really things that we can't control. But I hope we can't get through this. Once everything's over, we can start a new life, build a family and live peacefully. I don't want our child to grow up and experience the same experiences we've gone through together."
"Yeah. That's the least we can do. Provide a good life for our future children."
Still, I can't help but doubt if we can really make it out of this alive, knowing that the enemies aren't just ordinary human beings we can counterattack, but something mysterious or magical.
Ever since I met Kacy, my life change, including my perception of reality. It's like I'm standing at the edge of the plateau, looking at the vast unknown, infinite possibilities are staring back at me. All the impossible things suddenly became possible.
I stood up and helped Kacy out of bed. I carried her to the bathroom and we had a shower together.
After taking a shower, we had a delicious breakfast with Francis. I felt a little shy for causing him too much inconvenience, but we have nowhere else to go, and no one can protect us but ourselves.
"We have a guest today. A spy," Francis said. He looks professional and serious with what he's wearing, a comfy white shirt, black pants, a wristwatch, and a grimace on his face.
Kacy and I looked at him thoughtfully.
"The guards caught him," he added. "What should we do with him?"
"If he's a spy, then we'll have to use force to make him speak who he's working with. If he has a boss, the mastermind of it all. It must be the same boss the fake Jonas's working with," I said.
We didn't speak for a while, silence, but full of lingering thoughts and questions that demand answers. Even Francis couldn't hack through the enemy's profile, given that we knew a very limited information about them.