Fervid Desire (Good Pleasure Series #2)

Kabanata 7

Kabanata 7

I woke up when a twinge of the sunlight assaulted my face. I opened my eyes and saw that I was still at Zach’s condominium unit. I barely remembered how he worked to give the satisfaction I was after into. I was totally drained because of his vigorous characteristic. I looked at my naked body— only the quilt shrouding it.

I rose and sat up. Because of the sudden movement of myself, I heard him groaned so I kept my mouth shut as I didn't pull the quilt to cover up my nakedness. I yanked up the strands of my hair that was covering my face and looked at the wall who has a clock pinned off at there. Actually, Zach has a such blank wall— voided from any displays such as frames, canvas of paintings or any thing that can you see at the normal houses. Well, except for the clock.

While he was sleeping, it was my right time to watch over his pad. I'd been here immense times. But I actually get dazed by the ambiance of his pad. It was such a manly nest. When you step at the first tile of the floor, you can already determine the gender of the person who lives in here. Hi pad was painted with gray, brown, black and ounce touch of white. You can see a vase nestled next to the picture frame— it was his picture with her sister.

I looked at the glass-wall of his condo unit. I always envy the perfect place of his glass-wall— that you can actually have a view to the sublime skyscrapers of Makati. The majestic sunrise from the sky just descended my eyes but it wasn't that painful, I'd rather choose to stare this beautiful view than to look at my parents who were ready to admonish my own fiascos.

A bird with huge wings just overpassed my sight. I smiled as I followed my eyes at the librated bird. If ever the life after death theory was true, then I would probably wish to be a bird. I was always admiring how they live— to be free and careless. The only thing they were worried about was how to evade the bird hunters. I hated people who were mercilessly killing those beautiful creatures and some were making those as a food— gross.

As the bird gone from my sight, I wobbled my head and looked at Zach— he was still the Zach that I had known almost a decades now. He was such a sleepyhead and hard to wake up. But of course, for the a long time I had with him, I can determine the most effective strategy on how to wake this horny-dog from his tight slumber— bite his nipple. But of course, I won't do it now because he was totally drained, I think? Of course, we copulated almost whole night and he was such a very energetic dog. He did fuck me without resting, it was continuously!

He was sleeping while his hard-rack body was exposed. His hair was an after-bed style— covering slightly his thick brows. His hair wasn't trimmed yet, I hope he will make it presentable this day onwards. I mean, he was such a very presentable person, he can easily please anybody by just displaying his complete set of white teeth. But for me, clean cut men were more attractive that to those long haired.

I really don't know why I hate him— well in fact he didn't do anything bad to me. But I have no plan on finding the answer of my own question. I will just leave my query at the side of my head and learn that we weren't close, neither friends— we were completely strangers who fuck each other.

I backed my eyes to him. Zach has this beautiful lashes, a perfect chiseled nose, and aesthetically carved lips— even though he was a rugged man, his lips was the the only soft to his features, his jaw was strong and flawlessly sculpted. A god from Mount Olympus, or maybe he was a son of some god in the Greek Mythology. So very gorgeous man.

When his arm hovered and swooped at my upped thighs— covered by the quilt. He moaned and after that, I saw him tucked his lids to open. His eyes immediately darted to me and a smile crept across his face. I rolled my eyes as I clutched on his hand and hauled it out of my part. He chortled and rose from his position. Now, I can see the beauty of his wholeness.