Obnoxious Oxygen

Chapter Twenty Three

"Oxygen..."

My eyes were shut tight, my breathing comes ragged. Oxygen's movement quickened as he thrust deeper inside me. With my shaking legs hung on both sides of his hips. I can't remember how it happened, we were eating lunch, we were about to wash the dirty dishes, when he back me up against the wall. Bunched the skirt of my dress up my thighs, enough for him to reach and rip another underwear and slip in his thing.

"Oh... Oxygen... I-I like that..." All thoughts became superfluous but one. "K-keep doing that..."

"Mmm, my girl wants me playing with this as I went in and out, huh?" He drawled breathlessly on my ear, licking me there. His finger rubbed my clit and that made it more intoxicating. "This pussy is mine..."

He kissed me hard. The bold caress of his tongue against mine made me blown apart by heart. I'm hyperventilating, I don't know if this is normal but I'm always like this with him. His ardent loving devastated my control, I'm so close to it. I'm so close.

"Ohhh..." I whimpered when his lips left mine and it slide down to my neck. "Oxygen..."

"Baby, women paid good money for fake tits to get this sexy dip outlining their chest that could never look this good. Damn, you're every man's fantasy." He growled against my skin. "But you're mine... just mine."

I couldn't compose an answer to his praises, my mind is all about the fierce flare of yearning I had inside. A few more thrust and I'm ecstatic. I couldn't move anymore, I'm guessing it will take me a few more minutes to gain back my strength.

"Fuck, Gabgab... you're fucking nirvana." Heard him say that numerous times but it hadn't keep me from smiling every time.

I surrendered my weight on him in lethargy of spent passion.

This has been going on for a week now. I'm having casual safe sex with Oxygen. It's too casual that we tend to do it everyday, every night, whenever or wherever he pleased. I'm always too weak to say no. I'd be lying if I'd say I don't like doing it with him. I know this isn't right but I couldn't feel anything wrong about this either.

I was feeling guilty but I wasn't regretting it. And I tend to forget all my inhibitions when he's starting the assault. I don't know what he's doing to my senses, he's opening my mind to broader thinking. I hadn't known sex can be this powerful, but then, I don't know what sex was until him.

"Ready?" His head peaked from the door and scanned me through my reflection at the vanity mirror I'd requested him to put here. Then his eyes moved down to my behind and back up to the reflection of my bosom. "You make an aphrodisiac with that tiny cloth you call dress."

I rolled my eyes, I like it that he's appreciative with my looks but sometimes, he's going overboard that we end up tasting each other. And I should put a stopper as early as now. I spun around and face him, he did a quick scan again from my head to toe and back.

"I like you in that dress, it fits your curves perfectly. But I rather have you off it." He said with a smirk, stepping inside the room.

Oh no, this is bad. I have to start moving out. The bed is just around and I'm sure we'd be on it again if I won't do something. He took a few strides and reached for me, pulling me close to his chest. "Oxygen, we have to go. I'm starving..."

I paused. I don't think starving was the perfect word to tell him in this situation. I looked up to him and he's looking down at me with a knowing smile stretched on his lips. "What's that again?"

"You said you're taking me out for dinner..." I'm trying to get my thoughts coherent, though I find it really hard with him looking at me this way. "I'm really looking forward to eating real good food. I mean, you cook amazing but it's been awhile since I had the taste of a fine dining meal."