Something Sweet (Segundo, Siguro Series #1)

Chapter 2

Warning: R-18

Sweet Night

"Ugh," I moan, feeling the warmth of alcohol coursing through my veins as he wanders over my body. I can feel his tongue trailing down my neck, sending shivers through my entire being. His hands are firm yet gentle, exploring every inch of me with a tantalizing slowness that drives me wild. I arch my back, pressing closer to him, craving more of his touch.

"Please," I whisper, my voice trembling with desire and intoxication.

He pauses for a moment, lifting his head to meet my gaze. His eyes are dark with lust, a smoldering intensity that makes my breath catch. A slow, wicked smile spreads across his lips as he leans in, capturing my mouth in a searing kiss. The taste of him, mixed with the lingering flavor of alcohol, is intoxicating.

His tongue teases mine, and I can feel the heat between us growing, an undeniable pull that draws me deeper into the moment. His hands move lower, exploring the curves of my body with a hunger that matches my own. I can feel the tension building, the anticipation of whats to come making my heart race.

Every touch, every kiss, ignites a fire within me, a burning need that only he can satisfy. I surrender to the sensations, letting myself get lost in the passion and intensity of his embrace. This moment is ours, a perfect fusion of desire and longing, and I dont want it to end.

His fingers trace delicate patterns on my skin, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. I can feel every nerve ending tingling, every inch of my body aching for more. He knows exactly how to drive me to the edge, how to make me crave his touch with every breath I take.

I gasp as his hand slides lower, finding the sensitive spot that makes me gasp and arch against him. His touch is electric, sending jolts of pleasure through me. I grip the sheets, my body writhing in response to his expert ministrations.

"Do you like that?" he murmurs, his voice low and husky in my ear.

"Yes, Tobi" I manage to whisper his name, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. "Please, don't stop."

He chuckles softly, a sound that sends another shiver down my spine. His lips find mine again, and I lose myself in the sensation of his kiss, the heat of his body against mine. His touch becomes more insistent, his movements more urgent, as if he can no longer hold back his own desire.

The world around us fades away, leaving only the two of us and the intense connection we share. I can feel the climax building, a crescendo of pleasure that threatens to overwhelm me. I cling to him, lost in the ecstasy of the moment, every sense heightened, every touch magnified.

And then, with a final, shuddering breath, I am pushed over the edge, a wave of bliss crashing over me. I cry out, my body trembling with the force of my release, and he holds me close, his own breathing ragged and uneven.

For a moment, we lie there, wrapped in each other's arms, the afterglow of our passion and the haze of alcohol enveloping us in a warm, comforting embrace. I can feel the steady beat of his heart against my chest, a soothing rhythm that lulls me into a state of contentment.

"That was incredible," I whisper, my voice filled with awe and gratitude.

He smiles, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "You are incredible," he replies softly, his eyes filled with tenderness and affection.

Morning:

I open my eyes as light filters through the curtains, squinting against the brightness. Hinawakan ko ang ulo na sobrang sakit sa sobrang daming alak na aking nainom kagabi. The pounding in my head is relentless, each throb a reminder of the excess of the previous night. I sit up slowly, trying to make sense of my surroundings.