Completely (IN LOVE SERIES #3)

Kabanata 37

Arceli Angeles: Please be aware that this story was written poorly. This was written a few years ago. Maraming error, loopholes and whatsoever error na makikita niyo

Again, this story was written poorly. Pwede niyo pong i-drop kung hindi niyo po bet hehehe.

Thank you!

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In Love Series 3: Completely

Kabanata 37

A moan escaped from my lips as Ishmael deepens his hungry and needy kisses. Equaling the movement of his delectable sinful lips, my heartbeats doubled its speed. I can feel my body hair arises as his touch went through the side of my legs. He put my shaky legs on his hip as he settled himself in between.

Tila hindi naging hadlang ang suot ko upang maramdaman ang nag-aalab na damdaming tumutupok sa aming dalawa.

He continues kissing me as if his life depends on it. His kisses went down to my cheeks, giving it little kisses then went to my jaw, licking it with his sinful tongue. I moaned a little louder when his lips find its way to my earlobe and bit it.

"You're making me crazy," he whispered. His hot breath sent an electrifying voltage through my system making me weak, wanting him more. Needing him and needing more of his kisses.

"You're making me weak," I replied.

The sexual tension between us rises as his sinful, delicious lips traveled down my neck. I angled my head, making access for him so he can kiss me better on that part. I moaned again when his tongue glides up, licking that sensitive part of my neck.

He's taking his time with his tongue making its move. He's not hurrying up, like he is enjoying tasting every little skin of my neck. Feeling my arousal and that unfamiliar wetness in between my thighs, my hand went into his head and rake his thick hair.

"Fuck," he muttered a curse. His right hand caresses my clothe thighs and the other find its way under the pajama top. Not a moment later, another moan escaped from my throat as he finds the tip of my erect mound above my bra. I bent my body, feeling his large calloused hand on my tip. With that, I am now feeling that steel-like erect manhood of him, pulsating above my now exposed belly.

He stopped for a little while and his lustful and passionate eyes landed on me. Once again, we battled eye to eye. I stared at him, panting. His hand continues its work above my chest. Our heavy breathing is the only sound in between us.

"I love you," he softly said, never leaving my eyes. In between my pants, I smiled.

"I love you, Ishmael," I replied back at him.

The longing I am feeling for the past days is nowhere to be found now. His kiss and touch ease the feeling of emptiness. His eyes and that passionate gaze fill the temporary hole in my heart for the past days without him.

He adjusted his face above me and planted a soft kiss on my forehead. Hands still on the top of my erect nipple while the other went up to caress my hair, giving a soft touch.

"I love you," he uttered again before sealing my lips, unable for me to say my response back.

The kiss was soft and gentle and later turns hungry and needy for the second time. I arch my body as his fingers played above my mound. His kiss is now demanding, making me answered it with the equal fire and intensity.

I moan beneath his mouth when he successfully removed my pajama top, freeing my twin perks under the tin cloth and now visible to his eyes. Feeling bare and expose, I feel the coldness of his room.