Thomas was done claiming my lips as he slowly go down to my jaws. He showered it with long and wet kisses. After tracing my jaw, he moved down to my neck, his breath on my skin made me shiver. The contact between his lips and my skin excited every nerve in my body.
My mind was distracted, from what his lips were doing, by his hands. They moved from caressing my arm to my side and slowly upward to my breast. His hands moved magically as the sensation get to my head. It was overpowering, overwhelming but good. Very good.
"Thomas," I groaned.
"Yes baby," Thomas answered without stopping what his doing as he even squeezed harder. By the sound of his voice, I know his smiling.
"Ugh," I answered with a groan instead.
His lips continued to move down, to my clavicles then slowly on the top of my breast. When he reached the apex, his playfully moved his tongue in circles on it. I moved to his rhythm, unconsciously. All I can think about is the sensation.
He was able to remove the rest of our clothing and then went back on top of me. Now we're face to face. The room is dark but I can clearly see the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. They were burning with desire.
I couldn't wait any longer so I was the one who pulled him down to meet our lips. This time, I claimed him. I didn't realize that I have been longing for him for so many years. My Thomas.
When the sensation went even higher, I felt Thomas. He's ready, with his hands doing their thing and his lips leaving a mark in every part of me, I felt him.
I didn't hesitate to make him feel that I am too. I opened myself for him as I parted my legs to welcome him.
Thomas tested the waters first. He kissed me as if asking permission as I answered yes passionately.
Slowly and agonizingly beautiful, he completed me.
My last time was with Thomas years back, and now it still feels like the first time. The overwhelming feeling, the earthly pleasure, the pain, and the love we had are still there.
Thomas and Ara. Again.
I woke catching my breath. I am sure that I'm awake but I didn't open my eyes.
That was... quite a dream.
I assured myself again. That was just a dream.
Get your head straight, Ara, stop thinking about him so he will stop haunting you in your dreams.
But a small part of my head is screaming 'start being honest to yourself, Ara, you know you want him'.
My head is battling with itself.
Hangover lang to Ara. Kung anu-ano na ang napapanaginipan at naiisip mo. Bumangon ka na at maligo nang mahimasmasan ka.
I tried to open my eyes but suddenly felt a huge blow to my head. Ugh. Damn you, hang over. I counted 100 breaths before I tried to move again. Finally, this time I was able to slowly open my eyes.
Hmm? Where am I? I'm not in Kuya's condo nor in Torres' house. I moved my eyes and scanned the surroundings. Now I know why I don't know where I am. It's because I really don't know where I am.
What did you do, Victonara?
I slowly moved my head to my side and my eyes grew as I saw the biggest surprise to my hangover-ed head.
