Moth to a Flame

Ventuno| Politely Railed

AVIATRICE

"Snowball, stay still." Suway ko nang pumasok ito sa loob ng shirt ko habang kumakain ako pero hindi ito nakinig. This fluffy ball landed on my chest and started sniffing on my cleavage.

Umiling na lang ako bago i-angat ang tingin ko sa kaharap ko na masama ang tingin sa hayop na nasa loob ng damit ko. "Hindi mo ba tatapusin yang kinakain mo?" Nguso ko sa three-layered pancake niya na wala pang bawas. Kumibot ang bibig niya na para bang may gustong sabihin.

"How are your boobs?" Muntik ko na maluwa ang juice na iniinom ko dahil sa naging tanong niya. Inikot ko ang mata ko, nagbabakasakali na sana walang nakarinig na ibang tao sa sinabi niya.

"They're okay! Wala ka talagang pinipiling lugar e 'no?" Nagpipigil inis kong sabi bago ayusin ang damit ko.

"Are you sure they're okay? I bit it too hard last night. Let me see." Akmang tatayo na siya sa kinauupuan niya nang sipain ko ang paa niya sa ilalim ng mesa.

"Baliw ka ba?!" Singhal ko. He gave me a disappointed look, but a small pout was visible on his lips.

"Even Snowball could see it, why can't I?" Gusto ko siya balagbagin sa pagkakataong 'to. Huwag mo sabihing naiinggit siya kay Snowball?

"What rights does he have to see it?" Parang nagdadabog niyang bulong. I tried to kick him again, but he dodged it this time.

"And what rights do you have to see it too?" I fired back. He smirked.

"I'm an FBI now." Nilunok ko muna ang pancake na kinakain ko bago siya titigan nang may pagtataka sa mukha.

"FBI?"

"Yeah, FBI. Federal Boobie Inspector." Mariin kong pinikit ang mata ko nang marinig ang tawa ng mag-asawang katabi namin ng upuan. 

"So, can I see it?" Good Lord, can I just kill him?

Hindi ko na lang siya pinansin at walang emosyon napatingin sa beach na natatanaw ko mula rito sa restaurant. Bahala siya sa buhay niya.

"Are you enjoying the view, love?" I frowned.

"Anong silbi ng magandang view na yan kung hindi naman ako makalakad at makapagtampisaw sa tubig dagat?" Inis kong turan bago siya lingunin na nakangisi. Tumayo siya sabay tulak ng wheelchair na kinauupuan ko upang makaalis na ng restaurant.

"You're complaining?" He leaned down. "You aren't that complainant for these past three days? I wondered who told me not to stop? To do it harder and faster? Hmm?" He whispered in my left ear. Kaagad kong sinapak ang mukha niya kaya napa-aray siya. The audacity!

"Physical abuse ba ang love language mo?" Napairap na lang ako. I can't stand him! He always makes time to tease me to the point na nakakairita sa kahihiyan.

"Isa pa, ano naman silbi ng two piece na suot ko kung hindi rin naman ako maliligo?" Patuloy kong reklamo. He let me wear a red-laced two-piece with a white thin shirt top pero wala rin namang kwenta kasi hindi ako makakaligo ng dagat.

It's been three days since we arrived in Santorini. Sa tatlong araw na yun ay hindi kami lumabas ng private villa niya. He took his time ravaging me like a wild, untamable beast. The whole house became our stage.

And let me tell you, this guy's stamina is insane! From the bedroom to the balcony and stairs, the wall to the floor, the dining table to the kitchen counter, even in the living room to the garden—he isn't stopping until I had the most toe-curling, back-aching, and leg-shaking orgasm in my life.

He experimented with all our positions and said my satisfaction was his first priority. In the end, I was all sore and weak. I can only walk like a toddler learning her first steps. That's why he prepared a wheelchair for me. How thoughtful!