Chapter 40: Chapter 40

Ismael did not rush his moves. He kissed Kelly with passion and earnest sincerity. His heart was filled with excitement and wanton, longing for a lovely woman as this gorgeous lady in his arms. They waltzed their way next to the fireplace. It was already lit as they arrived just twenty minutes later from the reservation time Nick had declared. In case the guests cancel at the last minute, the people in charge will be responsible for putting the fire off. It was a way to welcome the guests with warmth as the surrounding would be cold as soon as they entered the area of the mountainsides.

But the two souls seemed to have found the warmth they were longing for in the embrace of each others' arms. The light from the fire made the place even more romantic. Words were lost. Their souls seemed to connect. Or it may only be the lust that ruled above their sanity, but neither of the two wanted to sober up and stop whatever they were about to do.

Kelly realized something so mesmerizing about herself. Her hands knew what to do or where to go to make Ismael moan and groan. It added her confidence, and it made her want to hear him react the same erotic way. She must have been too engrossed in her desire to please him that she appeared unconscious to the reactions. She was responding exactly the same way as Ismael was to her touches.

The two peeled off their top layer clothes of downy jackets without a hurry in their every move. They enjoy the extra playfulness of teasing each other. Kelly was not so bold to take the initiative to undress the man, while Ismael did not want to scare Kelly with abrupt actions that might mislead her to think that he is only after the physical contact they could create in this relationship. Aside from that, he has also learned from Nick that Kelly has never engaged in sexual activities ever since her husband died. He wanted to broaden his mind that although Elijah was ill during that time of their marriage, they might still have found a way to fulfill their marital duties and Nick would have never known anything about it. And he respects that. He understands that any man would still lust for a beautiful and lovely woman like Kelly. He was determined to make her feel he was worthy to be given a chance to please her. To love her with all his heart and soul. So, he gently let his kisses travel from her lips to her neck as he opened the fly of her fleece shirt. She was wearing a white and fitted cotton camisole beneath the shirt, emphasizing her lean figure with her collar bone proudly showing. A view that seemed to invite Ismael to shower pepper kisses on her exposed skin going up, back into her gaping lips again.

Moans and groans of pleasure, wanting for more sensual touch, filled the cottage's living room.

Ismael laid Kelly down the elegantly designed chaise longue, which no one could tell what the color under the fiery light of fires. None of the two bothered actually. With Kelly beneath Ismael, he moved farther down, planting light kisses on her still clothed with camisole torso while taking her pants off her.

Kelly cannot avoid feeling shy, but the sensation he was introducing her won over her shyness. She did not help him with her hands to take her clothes off, but she obliged when he motioned her to lift her butt to let the pants slip off her wide hips.

Ismael looked up to meet Kelly's eyes. And Kelly, who was keenly watching his every move, gazed at him with the side of her lower lips bitten. She was a picture of aroused and shy. Only on her camisole and panties before a man's adulterated, burning in desire yet mindful gaze.

Kelly waited for what he was going to do next with her heart pounding in anticipation. She may have lost her memory but she is not dumb to know what a woman wishes her man would do to turn her hornier than her thoughts can manage to crazily play in her lust clouded mind.

She sat up to meet his lowering lips and returned his kisses with equal fervor, hunger, and thirst. Ismael was even more encouraged with how Kelly was responding. His left hand held her nape to keep her still as he devoured her lips while the other hands traced down her chest. He gently squeezed her fleshy and as healthy as a new mother with breastmilk-filled boobs, groping them one after the other. Her figure had not gone out of shape. She lost her weight when she was bedridden, but she was starting to gain them back again. It's been three months since she was released from the hospital and she has started to take her swimming exercises again. She was only in her early forties and with her proper body care and healthy diet, her beauty could be mistaken as a few years younger than her actual age. And with this man's worshiping eyes and gentle touch, Kelly was confident that she bears a beauty to his liking. She let her inhibitions drop and released the murmurs of her carnal desire to indulge in pleasure.

"Ahhhh..... mmmmm..." she let her moans out without restraints as she felt the touch of his fingers gently rub against her panties crotch.

"So gorgeous..." Ismael uttered as he kept his fingers rubbed teasingly against her wetness. He moved them for a while to take her camisole off her. He wanted to feel the skin of her chest mounds. Knead them bare and torture them sweetly with his lips and tongue.

Kelly did not resist. She even helped him pull her camisole off her and guided his lips to her right boob. And Ismael did not disappoint her. He ravished her tits with enthusiasm as if thirst for anything that he could take from them. Suckling, lapping, flicking his tongue on them, and playfully biting.

"Ahhhh god... it feels so good..." Kelly groaned as she held her hands on each side of her boobs to offer more of them to Ismael's devouring sinful and sweet mouth.

With her hands holding her breasts, Ismael had his hands free to roam, grope and travel around her body. They landed on the waistbands of her panties and pulled them down, off of her just like her pants. His lips trailed the line in between her breasts down to her abdomen just to return to his tits again.

Kelly was lying naked before a still fully clothed Ismael. Kelly pulled his shirt off him when she noticed he was still in his clothes. She wanted to touch him skin to skin. She wanted to feel the firm muscles that she could feel through the confinement of his shirt.

Ismael himself wanted to get rid of his clothes as the heat started to wrap around his whole being. He was feeling hot inside and out. He kneeled on the chair Kelly was sitting on and started to unbutton his shirt from the top but kelly did not wait for Ismael idly, she helped him unbutton his shirt from the bottom and pulled the sleeves off his arms as soon as they got rid of the buttons.

This time their actions were in haste, unlike earlier. They were like hunters chasing for an exquisite hunt. They were thrilled, exhilarated, enlivened, and feverishly exuberated. They were in their forties but the two of them felt as young as teenagers starting to discover the intoxicating pleasure of coition.

Kelly, just like Ismael was, kneeled on the upholstered sofa in the shape of a chair that is long enough to support the seater's legs to meet his eyes and lips. They embraced each other, chest to chest. Both love the feel of each skin on their skin. The warm and burning feel of their bodies ignited sensations to dive in deeper. As Kelly was already in her birth suit, Ismael let his trembling in excitement hands travel every erogenous spot he could guess would make her squirm and curl in his touch. His right hand traveled down south, in between her legs while the other hand rubbed up and down her naked back down to her rear bottoms.

"Ahhhh.... oh my god..." Kelly had to grab a hold of his shoulder when she felt his fingers rub her labium.

"So wet..." Ismael mindlessly blabbered. He was tickled with the fact that her body responds positively.

He is a neurosurgeon which means, he studies and knows a lot about brains and their works. He is well aware that if Kelly was not into what they were doing, her body wouldn't respond as positively as she does right now. He tested his theory by penetrating her gently with a finger.

"Ismael... hmmmm..." Kelly slammed her lips to kiss this man who is making her feel so damn good.

But it was too short-lived because soon enough, Kelly felt him pull his digit out. He moved away from her kiss and Kelly watched as Ismael sucked the same finger, up to its knuckles, deliciously while his gaze did not leave hers.

"Now I want to have a taste of it directly from its source," Ismael declared with a husky voice. He felt his throat dry and need a sweet taste of Kelly. He gently guided her to lay flat on her back.