Fae
"Jigo..." I whispered, reacting to what he said.
"Hmmm...?" he replied softly, his voice hoarse, his eyes attentive, as he began to caress my body.
I gasped and buried my head in the pillow. I forgot what I was going to say as I felt his hard flesh, gliding between my thighs, teasingly touching the sensitive area. It was a different kind of sensation. A hot sensation. I never thought it would feel like this. I was all nervous, excited, and so... so curious.
And I was on fire.
"Ohhh... Jigo...!"
"I know... it feels good, doesn't it?" His head swooped down to kiss my lips with a possessiveness that I couldn't help but feel. And I was kissing him now, a serious business, as our bodies began to mold against each other. My hips lifted and my legs wrapped around his lower torso. I could feel his manhood pressing against the warm space between my thighs. I gasped when I felt his tip slide into my ready wetness, then a little more, and a little more. Hot and hard. Alive. I thought, that was it. We’re doing it.
But he stopped, and his lips left mine and travelled down my neck, then down my breasts, and I gasped at the gentle bites and the tantalizing flicks of his wet tongue on my skin. Below, his manhood slipped out a little.
I smiled. "Tease..."
Again, his soft, sexy laughter.
His hand found one soft breast, his mouth the other one. I watched, excited over his playfulness and quite aroused, as his thumb flicked against the hardened nipple. He sucked on the other. There was something hypnotic… mesmerizing about this view. I liked the possessiveness in his hand as my breast filled it, the confident teasing as he replaced one nipple with the other, pulling the tiny bud into his eager mouth. The playfulness in his eyes as they rolled up and watched me watch him back. He blew on my left nipple before sucking it again, then he released it and played with it. And I gasped when he sucked it back into his mouth, stretching me slowly.
His eyes continued to hold mine as he gently suckled… as if he was making sure I remained watching him. As if he enjoyed me watching him.
So erotic... his eyes promised me more was to come as he moved to my other breast again.
I closed my eyes, savoring the sensation of his mouth and hands playing with me. It was too much... and I moaned. It felt like my surroundings were spinning, adding to the headiness of this sensual moment. If drunken sex was like this, I could stay drunk as long as I could.
He wasn't done exploring yet. I opened my eyes again as he moved lower. I watched as he spread my thighs wider, his kisses becoming more fervent as he reached my right thigh.
He maneuvered his body while kissing the inside of my thigh, again peppering me with gentle bites, sucking on my skin, tasting me with his exploring tongue. A mixture of moans and gasps escaped me. I bit my lower lip as his head slowly approached my wetness.
I watched him, overwhelmed, because I knew what he was going to do next.
I bit my lower lip harder, and I closed my eyes as his mouth finally reached the most intimate part of my body.
"Oh my god..." I cried, breathless, as his tongue licked me like he was licking ice cream on a cone. My eyes widened as the tip of his tongue probed my womanhood. As he seek, my breath got caught in my throat. When he sucked on me like candy, I couldn't help but make muffled sounds from my mouth. My fingers gripped the sheets tightly, until I frantically reached for his head, pulling at his hair, trying to control myself and failing.
I trembled, my whole body did, from the intense pleasure of his hands and tongue, of his skin rubbing against mine, of his teeth nipping exactly to tickle and hurt on the edge of titillation. The way his tongue swirled, his teeth and his lips did things to me I couldn't even describe—it was all making me crazy.
"Oh, gha-ood... Jigo...!" I cried, my voice hoarse and pleading for I didn’t know what exactly. I just knew he could give it to me.
He groaned, too, and the vibration of his mouth against me intensified the pleasure. A tickling sensation thrilled me, and it was his tongue's exploration of my entrance.
My mind was spinning. I didn't know what was happening to me. I was floating in a limbo of fire. There was speed and force to the waves of heat starting to pulse, then crash, into me. It started from my core and spread outward… opening me, filling me, shattering me... and it felt so good!
"Aahhhhh!" I moaned hard. My hands let go of him and grabbed the sheets instead of pulling at his hair. I would never want to hurt him. His mouth left me, and I felt his hand, his fingers slipping into my wet passage, doing it slowly and repeatedly, while I continued to tremble from the small tremors inside my body...
"Easy... easy... that's it. Ride it, baby. Oh, you're so beautiful..."
I reached my peak, and I bvanked, then slowly subsided... weakened. He slid up my body and he caught me with a passionate kiss on my lips before I completely fell from where I had been thrown, back into his arms.
Slowly, I regained my composure.
Slowly, I returned to the feeling of his body gliding against mine.
I noticed when his fingers left me. I heard the sound of plastic. Then his hands on my thighs, spreading them as he positioned himself between them.
I felt his hard, thick member, testing the entrance to my womanhood again.
I wondered for a moment how it would feel, just for a moment, until I did feel him.
All of him.
He thrust. Deep. Filling me. Stretching me. And suddenly, my body was engulfed by his size.
Before I could even make a sound, he was out and pushing in again. I must be so wet because, although the pain registered, and although it was tight, he was sliding in smoothly. Before I could cry out in pain, my lips were sealed by his hot kiss, trapping the cry inside my throat. I clung to him this time and not to the sheets as his thrusts brought me to a frenzy of sensations both painful and glorious.
I couldn't control myself. Then I flew again, more complete, stronger, steeper now. And with a bite. But it was just so right. My whole body couldn't stay still, writhing beneath him, following the rhythm of his thrusts. I heard him calling my name, his moans and shouts.
Until...
I exploded again. It is a liquid fire of sweet, exquisite, orgasmic pleasure. A kind of pleasure I have never experienced before.
"Aaahhhh!"
And as he held me tightly, my whole body clung to him, I felt the last powerful thrust, his whole body embracing me as he released himself to his own climax...
Jigo
"Hey..."
I could still feel the tender smile on my face.
It had been several minutes since I claimed the woman by my side, but she still remained wrapped in my embrace. She hadn't pushed me away. She didn't regret it.
Not yet.
I hoped, not ever.
The beating of our hearts was calming down. The sweat on our skin had dried. I moved slightly, but her arms tightened around me. My smile deepened.
I hadn't made a mistake.
Making love to Fae was spectacular. She was so perfect. I held back because she was drunk, but as soon as she was sober enough and focused on me...
For the first time, she saw what she should have seen long ago.
Me.
That I was in front of her. That I was beside her.
That I was completely present. Always.
And I was so relieved when she asked for me to help her forget.
She responded to my kisses and embraced me as tightly as I held her. As I was holding her still. She matched my own heat with her own. She moaned and screamed, laughed and gasped, groaned and cried in a passionate response that I couldn’t doubt.
And in the end... she accepted every thrust with her whole heart. Our bodies danced to the beats of passion in a way I had never experienced with any other woman before.
I didn’t even want to think about any other woman before her. I doubted I could remember any name right now. It’s just become her, all about her. Finally!
My breath caught as I remembered the feeling of reaching the peak with her beneath me. When she let go of all her reservations and flew with me. Every sound and gasp she made filled my body, fulfilling the deepest desires within me.
She was extraordinary.
But I didn't know what she was thinking now.
She still clung to me. Somehow, she was pushing away my remaining doubts.
She moaned when I moved. I caressed her bare back. Her body arched towards me. I held her tighter in my embrace.
She didn’t seem to mind. Instead, she pressed tighter to me, wriggling a little, as if she wanted to slide beneath my skin.
Unable to resist, I gently pulled her chin toward me, then kissed her exposed lips. She responded to the kiss, clinging to my lips with her soft ones. Eagerly.
"Are you okay?" I whispered.
"Nuh-uuhhh..." she moaned her lips still chasing after mine before stopping.
"Huh?" I insisted to know.
"Sleepy..." she replied in a small voice. And I couldn’t help my smile. She sounded so cute.
"Is it okay if I stay with you... to sleep beside you?"
Her arms tightened around me. "Don't leave me. You're comfy," she mumbled.
My heart swelled. Even with her messy hair and washed-out makeup, Fae was still beautiful. She had that almost heart-shaped face, an intelligent forehead, fine eyebrows, and thick, black eyelashes. Her nose was straight and her lips naturally red. Fae's fair complexion made her features stand out. She had curious, seeking, big dark eyes that could melt the heart of anyone who looked into them. Above all, she had a very expressive face. Even from a distance, her eyes and lips were easy to see. They defined her face so perfectly, as if they were drawn by a very good artist especially for this.
I knew this intimately because I’d always watched her from afar. I saw her when her forehead was furrowed, when her lips were smiling, whether they were open or closed. Every time she lifted her chin, I felt a pull in my heart and lower abdomen, a desire to kiss those lips. I wanted my lips to pass over her chin and jaw, down to...
I took a deep breath. God, I had such memories of wanting her from afar. Because that was the only time I could look at her like that. I couldn’t do it when she was close. She would notice.
And Carl would, too.
FAEI was overwhelmed in the beginning. All the lights, color… naked skin of people I knew and cared about like brothers! The smell of perfume and make-up and clean sweat. And then I got high, and I couldn’t stop myself from spiraling even though I wasn’t drunk. I knew I wasn’t drunk from booze. But I was, with the heaviness of sexual tension and excitement in the place.This was nothing I ever imagined how my bachelorette party would be spent. I felt like I was in the middle of a theater and all the actors were on break, got drunk, and the show, when resumed, had become rambunctious and wild, full of ad libs and innuendos that weren’t there in the script. It was noisy and lively and free.And it was getting to me. I was getting soused with the need to rub my skin against skin. To dig my face on someone’s neck and breathe in his scent of arousal. To hear his voice, rough and deep with his own need for me. To taste him with my tongue, have his hands under my clothes so he could feel how
JIGOI watched Fae for a moment and saw her square her jaw and shoulders as she waited for me to decide. It was all I needed to know. I reached for the brass door handles to the knobs and turned them.Music blasted us from the inside. And… well, giggling bunnies greeted us in the foyer in blood-red lipstick shades and sexy bunny suits.“Hi!” Joana. “Come in!”“Hello, gorgeous couple!” That’s Pam.“Welcome to the House of Love where your wet dreams await to be realized!” And that’s Kacey, delivering an obviously scripted spiel that should have sounded cringey to the ears but, since it was Kacey who did not give a damn, it sounded busty as hell. Another giggling fit followed me and Fae as we walked further inside, util my wife recovered enough to tease her friends about their outfits. We arrived at the hall with the four women all flushed as they cackled like witches.Before I knew it, we were ushered inside the well-conceptualized party circle. Fae stared slack-jawed. I shook my head, b
JIGOThe wedding day was fast approaching. The grannies were in full-blown acting mode about panicking, but of course, I knew all along they were pinnacles of stainless-steel hearts inside those wrinkly, talc-perfumed bodies. It was to make sure everyone around them would panic, too. That’s how I knew this wedding would be perfect.Fae humored them the same way I did, too long familiar with their antics and wiser now. Administering a transition house for about thirty both homeless or orphaned teens (a month-and-a-half after Vivian walked inside the lobby of the first dormitory building) and in active negotiation of buying a second building, she could see how organized the lolas (grandmothers) were and that everything was running as smoothly as it possibly could.A public wedding was pretty much a moot point, really. Everyone knew by now that Fae and I were married for months now, or that a month after this public wedding, we would be celebrating our first secret wedding anniversary. We
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FAE “You’ve gone very quiet,” he said after a moment, his tone asking me something else—did he get me upset? Was I angry at him? “Have I gone too far?” This time, his voice sounded more than worried. He sounded scared.“I want to know why,” I asked. “I haven’t thought of anything like this before. I mean, it’s certainly radical. We’re not exactly traditional. Something about this must be rational.”“I’ve been trying to understand myself since I started feeling it.”“When did you start feeling this way?”He huffed. “A very, very long time ago.”I frowned. “How long exactly?”“When we were young… in college… dreaming about having you even if I had to share you with him.”“Wait… what?” I sputtered.“I haven’t done it but Carl… he admitted experiencing it in a drunken session, which wasn’t a big surprise. He’s always been the one looking for trouble when his grandparents’ backs were turned away.” He looked amused for a moment. “But that’s when I started thinking about the idea. I tho
FAEHe pulled me to him and there was one of his mind-numbing kisses again. I was quivering after he’d released my lips.He moved with me near the window ledge, and it had just enough edge for me to be able to lean on to as he placed me where he wanted me.With his eyes on mine, he lowered himself on his knees between my open thighs and slowly slid the hem of my dress up my thighs until the apex, still covered in sexily cut cotton panties, was exposed, where I knew a spot would already be dewy with the evidence of my arousal.I had to look just casually sitting there from whoever could see outside while my husband slid that cloth to the side so he could tongue my quivering pussy. And if I wasn’t of stronger stuff, I would have melted right there on the ledge to the floor.But the game was up, and my back was erect, my head was tilted to the side a little, as if I was conversing with someone, while my thighs twitched at every damn flick and slide of that wonderful, flexible tongue. I co