Chapter 42: Chapter 42

Dancing into a music of their own, Ismael and Kelly spent a night of passionate lovemaking. A pair of adults with a sincere desire to fill an invisible hollowness within each other with everything they got and satiate each other with the best of their abilities. The elicited moans, groans, mewls, hiss, grunts, and many more arousing reverberated sounds from each other encourage and entice their desire to complete one another's needs. Wanting to swim in the vast sea of the immeasurable depth of carnality. Both of them were drowning in a strong and barely controllable emotion of belongingness, and both were hoping each other's arm would be willing and enough to satisfy the other.

Kelly came more than she could even count. She was so sensitive and responsive and Ismael felt proud that he could satisfy a woman without difficulty and above all, with all the enjoyment he himself could harvest for himself as he make her feel her soul shatter in great euphoria and help her wind down only to make her vault in ecstasy again.

Kelly's moans and groans of:

"Ohhhh god...", "It feels so good...", "Right there...", "Don't stop..."

Mixed with her pleadings of: "Touch me, please...", "Make me cum...", made Ismael feel so good that he wanted to do everything she would tell or ask him to make her happy. He was enslaved and he was happy to be.

They were too intoxicated by the air of titillating sensual pleasure.

To his amazement, his endurance to prolong the game was unbelievably impressive tonight. Maybe it had something to do with not being rushed. And also with the bona fide intentions to prove his worth to Kelly, Ismael was making love with her and not merely having physical sexual intercourse. He was imprinting his purest heart on her. It might have been the reasons he could delay his end.

And he was enjoying every moment to the fullest. Ismael liked the feeling of Kelly's walls pulsating every time she would reach her orgasm. It must have been because she had not enjoyed such activities for a long while, that her libido seemed to pour out like a flood on heavy rain. She felt a slight pain, but it was too slight to even remember when she started to enjoy Ismael's every thrust and move that brought her to a few dimensions of pleasure she has never known.

Kelly felt her throat had gone dry from all her lewd reactions and responses to Ismael's skillful ministrations. She realized she had to turn the tables to make him feel the same ecstasy he had been driving her crazy with. Besides, she needed something to resolve her thirst. She took her chance when Ismael was asked her to be on all four.

"I think I'm thirsty," Kelly's hoarse voice reached Ismael's ears.

Without complaint or anything, the man walked to the kitchen area, open the fridge, and took out a bottle of water. Then he walked back to Kelly and hand her the bottle after twisting its cap to drink her fill without a hassle.

Kelly was amused to see his sexy butt flex every time he would take a step. She wasn't asking for water when she said she was thirsty but she did not get the chance to stop him from walking away when she saw him walking like a sex god with all his glorious back to her. She waited till Ismael got back and stared at him intently as he walked towards where she was.

The fireplace was behind her so it was not clear to see the expression on her face for Ismael. He was convinced she was thirsty when she said, not only because she said so, but because her voice told it all. And they were still in the sitting room adjacent to the kitchen area, hell, even if he had to run a mile back and fetch her a bottle of water he wouldn't mind, but since it was only a few steps, he did not have the heart to deny her. But what she said when she received the bottle of water made his proud cock twitch.

"I wasn't asking for a bottle of water when I said I was thirsty," Kelly's voice has turned husky, and damn! It has turned sexier. But as Ismael was taken aback by her words, he wondered if he displeased her in any way. He was about to ask what she meant when he saw her place the bottle of water on the center table.

"I thought..."

Ismael's words were cut off when he saw her kneel before him and felt her hands caressing his gonads. But as if she was just getting started, he felt her breath getting closer to his angry and very provoked manhood before her mouth and nose.

"Kelly...." Ismael groaned.

Kelly smiled as she looked up at him looking down at her. She was mentally counting every erotic sound he was going to make while she tortures him back to orgasm and orgasms.

"Ohhhh fuckkk..."

Kelly lowered herself to tease his balls first in her mouth. She licked and sucked one after the other of his testicles, popping her lips loud as she releases them. She darted her pointed tongue to run it from the base of his cock up to its crown and flicked on its rim to its slit.

"Shhhhhit..."

Kelly was skillfully draining Ismael of his strength that the latter staggered on his stand. Kelly guided him to sit on the chair behind her and Ismael followed her lead without a word. He was as obedient as a first grader to a scary teacher. He was scared she would be displeased and cut the fun if he say or do anything wrong.

Kelly continued her sought to quench her thirst so she wrapped her lips around Ismael's girth as soon as he got seated and she was kneeling with a cushion from the sofa chairs around them.

"Oh my god, Kell..." Ismael grunted in inexplicable delight as he felt the warmth of her mouth enveloping his whole shaft.

"I was hoping to fix my thirst with your man juices," Kelly spoke with eagerness as both her hands took the place of her mouth in his shaft while she made known to him of her desire to make him cum. Her words did not come out as flirty, she was stating a disclosure of what she was after with her actions. It was as if she was not going to take any other answer than Ismael acting in accordance with her wishes.

Then she resumed caressing his girthy phallus with intense passion. Just like he did to her, his tongue flicked, twirled, lapped while her lips trailed wet kisses from the tip, along the shaft, above, below, and around until she gets to his tightening balls. Her hands would be where her lips left to make sure every part of his pleasure tool was carefully attended to. She did not have any memory of doing such things to any man, but her natural instincts directed her on what to do. All she knew was, she was trying to give him back every tiny pleasure he made her feel. And maybe with her intent desire, its effect was more profoundly appealing.

"Ughhhhh...", "fuck, fuck, fuck!", ohhhhhh shit..."

Series of grunts, groans, curses, moans, and hiss left Ismael's lips at Kelly's very wild and powerfully driven goals to toast Ismael to waves of engulfing orgasm. And Kelly was no longer able to keep count.

"Kelly, I think I'm about to come..." Ismael's face was scrunched as he warned her. He could feel like a great blast of his load was about to spurt out of his being. The tickling feeling of his orgasm building up while his shaft tightens to prepare the way of his juices coming out of his gonads were making Ismael feel all his veins were to pop out. His muscles flexed from all over his body. His brain wanted to freeze in the marvelous and mind-boggling sensation of his sexual release. It was too overwhelming and overpowering.

Ismael was aroused by Kelly's initiative to please him orally. He won't deny he wished for her to return the pleasure of his taken initiative to eat her out. But considering her past conditions, Ismael was content to have intimacy with her, to the superb extent of making love with her. But when she kneeled before him and took his cock in her mouth, he already felt his dawning orgasm wasn't that far anymore. It was heightened by her commanding aura declaring her intentions to make him ejaculate in her mouth. And to say that she was hoping to quench her thirst meant she was going to swallow all of his pride, his seeds, and his most valued possessions as a human.

With his scrunched-up face, Ismael did not take his gaze off Kelly. He lightly fisted her hair to keep them away covering her face from his sight, his hips and pelvis bucked to chase her mouth and as he was unconsciously holding her head in place, Kelly gagged when he reached the back of her throat.

"Ahhhhh fffffffffuck... Kelly, uuugghhh...!!" Ismael's groans and grunt prolonged as he felt his cockhead being squeezed deep inside her drool-filled mouth. He stiffened and the sweetest sensation of his rapture swamped him as he jerked and jolted at every spurt of his sperm in her mouth.

Kelly gulped after gulped, she did not let any drop out of her mouth. She felt the liquid texture flow down her scorched throat and cleaned his shaft for anything left and swallowed all of them.

"I believe that was sweeter than that bottle of water," Kelly winked as she slumped her body down to his lap. She felt exhaustion was winning over her.

Ismael guided her to join him on the chaise longue to lie on their sides as he spooned her in his arm after making her drink the water from the bottle before him.

"You must be tired. Have a rest, I think I still have to retaliate, but when you get energized," Ismael whispered as he licked her earlobes playfully. He was not going to stay acquiescent with the stunt she just pulled at him.

Kelly giggled softly.

"Bring it on!" She managed to murmur before she dozed off.