Chapter 125: Chapter 125

Chapter 125

~I have nothing good to offer you~

Brian had his face to the wall and his back to the door that led to the bathroom. Immediately they entered the hotel room, he hastened into the bathroom and had a warm mild bath and after which he went into the Jacuzzi and suffused his body in a cold water, with a cup of orange juice in hand, when he came out of the Jacuzzi, sipping his orange juice he met Ella still standing at the window through which she fed her eyes with the ocean view. He knew she was pondering over the past events and he expected the days ahead to be dramatic for them.

He snorted behind her hair and she turned swiftly and caught sight of his bright alluring face which shone in the glory of the night.

“You need to stop thinking, run your bath and then have some rest, we have had a stressful day,” he spoke in mumble, still drying his hair with a part of the towel while the other part covered his laps and penis.

She swirled around and could perceive much of the fragrance soap he bathed with, and her eyes were upon the curly hairs on his chest which slept spirally across his chest, possibly because they were still wet.

“I don’t know why my associating with you should always put you in trouble. I don’t have anything good to offer you. I breathe trouble, unrest, and murder,” she shook her head when she lost more words to mention. “I was just thinking if we would ever have peaceful, joyful, and satisfactory existence together. Since I came…” she wanted to speak further when Brian crossed her lips with his finger.

He shook his head in the direction of the bathroom, “go and have your bath,” he sounded coldly, “Troubles are endless. Whether you are rich, poor, single married, old and young you will encounter troubles till the end of time. What matters most is what we do and share together. What we do for each other. If you can keep your head up for me and vice versa. I don’t want to believe you are feeling bad and guilty for the death of your husband.”

She raised a brow as her eyes gathered fire. “Hell no. is it not absurd to think that I will be guilty for the demise of the devil’s son. I wanted him to die some time ago but my wish was far-fetched. It is absurd, absolutely absurd. I am the happiest woman on earth not because I have everything that life can offer but because I am a proud widow,” she uttered coldly and held his face, feeling the smoothness and chills that covered his skin, and how inviting and lovely it was to hold the face of the man that gave her care and protection whenever she needed them.

The phone rang and distracted them, and Brian went for it. It was a call from the reception, reminding them to exercise patience for their orders to arrive. When he was done answering the call, he turned around to notice Ella had entered the bathroom, as splashes of water from the nozzle of the shower could be heard audibly. Soon she was humming and singing a nice tune in Mexican. She sang so well that Brian couldn’t stop blushing at her sonorous voice.

Now he was in bed, his white towel still tied round his waist and his face to the glass wall opposite which showed reflection of the bathroom’s door, so perfectly well that he could see anyone and anything behind him.

The splashing of water on the floor had stopped and he perceived she was done bathing. Before he could blink, behold Ella was already stepping out in the glory of a naked river goddess; her hair was a bit wet and greasily-pressed down to her shoulders; tiny droplets of water could be seen trickling from her face through her big-nipple pair of breasts and belly button to her hairy thick vagina lips which were neatly seated between beefy, touch-it thighs. Through the glass wall he could see she was still drying her hair with towel and turned to get back into the bathroom where she preferred keeping the towel. And when she turned around he saw that nothing was as smooth and spotless as her big firm wobbly buttocks that rolled and bounced with each step that she made.

When she came out she perceived Brian was already catching a glimpse of her nakedness and she felt fulfilled for the first time in her life staying naked with a man not called her husband. He was more than a husband to her and she would love to inform him about that while they made love.

She appeared by his side, her gaze in the glass wall, trying to lock eyes with him and stretching her hand to his. Brian stared into the glass, appreciating the splendor of beauty that sat by his side. And he turned his face to her blushing face and pecking her cold palms. This time she neither blushed nor smiled rather she gradually gripped his towel, loosened its knot and uncovered his penis that struck resemblance with that of a horse. It was her favorite size and texture. It was then she smiled and then circled her slender fingers round the shaft. He got his first tickle and he forced to adjust himself, open his legs for her to have enough room, as she was beginning to stroke the meaty rod. She sat up, threw her legs across him, and sat astride his body, with her big buttocks on his face and her vagina on his lips, she focused on his penis, opened her mouth and slid out her pink tongue while she stroked it; she could not wait to have a taste of his penis. Patiently she stroked it and brought her thick lips to the rim, scrubbed her tongue across it and sucked it with genuine, pleasing moisture.

“Damn,” Brian moaned and wriggled his waist as she sucked it with the energy of hungry fellow drinking a bucket of juice with straw. She left the shaft and swallowed his balls.

“Hmmm,” he moaned yet again.

And he reciprocated the kind gesture by burying his tongue into her vagina, sloshing and eating all of it, not forgetting to pitch upon her clitoris.

“Oh dear, don’t just stop don’t-- “she left his penis, curved her back side, twisted her buttocks on his face as he focused much of his tongue on her clitoris

“Hmmm, I am all yours. Eat your food, baby,” she whispered “Oh …” she moaned at the top of her voice, bouncing on his face now and supported her unstable breasts with her hands while she bounced.

There was a knock on the door, and a voice sounded afterwards, “Room service.”

Their order was ready but they were already enjoying a more important order. They didn’t care about the presence of anyone; Ella sang rhythm with her voice as Brian ate on.

“Never had it this way, m… missed this, oh yeah,,,” she moaned on.

The bed kept creaking under their weight while she bounced her buttocks on his face…