His words sent a rush of heat through Aria, but it was the feel of his mouth on her nipple that made her gasp in pleasure. His tongue flicked over her sensitive skin, drawing it into his mouth with a slow, deliberate pull. The way he worshiped her body, savoring every inch, had her trembling with need. The pressure in her chest and core intensified as he continued to focus on her breasts, alternating between gentle kisses and teasing sucks that made her ache for more. Her movements became erratic as she felt herself slipping closer to the edge.Aria’s moans grew louder, her body responding instinctively to the delicious tension building within her. Her fingers gripped James’s shoulders for support as she quickened her pace, desperate to chase the wave of release that was threatening to consume her. She could feel the tight coil of pleasure tightening inside her, each movement pushing her further toward the brink. Her breath came in shallow gasps as she tried to hold on, but the sensa
“Oh God, you're so deep,” Paula moaned, her voice trembling with pleasure as she began to move atop James, her back arched in the reverse cowgirl position. Every curve of her body undulated as she ground against him, her soft skin glistening under the dim bedroom light. “You're so big, I can feel you in my tummy,” she whispered breathlessly, her hips quickening as the rhythm between them intensified.James’s hands gripped her hips firmly, guiding her movements as she rode him. He watched her with a burning intensity, mesmerized by the way her slender waist swayed above him, her figure creating an erotic silhouette against the shadows of the room. His desire flared, each sensual movement pushing him closer to the edge. The sight of her delicate back, the soft sway of her hips—it was enough to make him feel as if he were engulfed in flames, his lust for her an insatiable fire.Her moans were like music to his ears, every gasp and breathless cry a symphony of pleasure that echoed in his
ONE MONTH LATERA sharp, pulsing ache clawed at Aria’s skull as she blinked her eyes open, the harsh light of the morning making her wince. Her vision blurred for a moment, and she let out a groan, every pulse of pain in her head like a hammer driving nails into her temples. She lay there, unmoving, feeling the world spin slightly around her. As her senses gradually returned, she became aware of another discomfort—a dull, persistent soreness in her lower body.The ache in her core made her stiffen. It wasn’t just her head that hurt.A hiss of pain slipped past her lips as she shifted on the unfamiliar bed, a sharper sting blossoming at the base of her neck. Her throat felt dry, and her body heavy, as if weighed down by the events she couldn’t fully recall.“Hungover,” she murmured, her voice hoarse and cracked, barely above a whisper. Reaching out blindly, she grasped the nearest pillow and hugged it tightly against her chest. The softness was the only comfort she found amidst the phy
"SORRY, I'm late," Norman panted, slightly out of breath, as he approached his girlfriend, Aria. His eyes flickered with guilt, the faint sheen of sweat on his forehead telling her he had rushed to meet her.Aria, ever understanding, offered a gentle smile that crinkled the corners of her soft brown eyes. "It's okay," she whispered, her voice like a calming breeze. She stepped closer, her heart skipping a beat as she linked her arm around his. The warmth of his presence soothed her, the familiar scent of his cologne lingering between them like a comforting embrace. "Shall we go?"Norman ran his hand through his tousled hair and glanced at her. His deep-set eyes, though weary, sparkled with affection. "Are you sure you're not hungry? Maybe we should grab a bite to eat first," he suggested, his voice laced with concern as they walked slowly toward the jeepney stop. He always looked out for her, even when he was the one who seemed more tired.She adored this about him. It had been over a
James was lost in thought as the early morning light filtered through the windows of the family car, casting soft, golden rays across the polished dashboard. The city streets, bathed in a gentle haze, seemed to move in slow motion as the car glided over them. Mang Damian, the elderly family driver, maintained his usual composed demeanor, his hands steady on the steering wheel, his eyes scanning the road with a practiced calm.James, wrapped in the cocoon of his thoughts, finally broke the silence. “How’s your family, Mang Damian?” His voice was a soft murmur, trying to bridge the quiet that enveloped them.Mang Damian’s weathered face creased into a warm smile as he glanced at James through the rearview mirror. The glint of the morning sun reflected off his spectacles, giving him an air of quiet wisdom. “We’re doing well, hijo,” he said, his voice rich with a sense of familiarity. “Let me guess, your father must have had another talk with you about settling down, right?” His tone was
"Enough, Aria. You’re not even a drinker. You’ll be completely wasted," Jocel’s voice was laced with genuine concern as she tried to take the beer from her friend’s hand.Aria’s smile was a shadow of its usual warmth, tinged with bitterness. Her eyes, which should have sparkled with mischief, were clouded with tears. She turned to Jocel, her face contorted in both anger and sorrow. "Damn him!" she cursed, her words sharp and raw, directed at Norman.Jocel exhaled heavily, her own heart aching at the sight of her friend’s distress. She peered into Aria’s eyes, searching for answers. "Did something happen between you and Norman, sis?" Her question was hesitant but filled with a caring undertone.Aria’s resolve crumbled, and she began to sob, her tears spilling uncontrollably. She shook her head as if trying to deny the reality of her pain. "Maybe that’s why he treated me like this because I refused to let anything happen between us," she whispered, her voice breaking as she dabbed at he
When James pushed open the door to the hotel suite, he felt the woman's hand slip from his grasp. "Hey, wait a second," he said, nudging the door fully open and locking it behind him."Are you okay?" he asked as he turned to face her.She merely rolled her eyes at him, but instead of responding verbally, she wrapped her arms around his neck. There was something about her—something simple, yet undeniably magnetic. Despite his best efforts to keep his distance, the surge of desire that coursed through him was undeniable. It was as though every cell in his body was drawn to her, beyond any reason or logic.“No, I’m not okay,” she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. “But I don’t want to talk about it. In fact, I want to forget.” Her gaze lingered on his face, scanning every inch of him with an intensity that made his pulse race. “Earlier, when you kissed me… I felt like I could forget,” she added, a soft, teasing laugh escaping her lips.James felt a bolt of desire shoot through hi
The room, bathed in the soft glow of dimmed lights, was filled with a heavy, intoxicating silence, broken only by the soft, rhythmic sound of their breaths mingling. The silence was punctuated only by the rhythmic, sensual sounds of their lovemaking. The air was charged with an electric anticipation as James’s lips continued their relentless, delicate assault on her exposed skin.Each kiss was a feather-light brush, yet it ignited a blazing trail of warmth that spread through her entire body.Each kiss was a tender, tantalizing touch, designed to elicit the deepest moans from her.He traced a path around the contours of her intimate folds with the precision of an artist, his touch gentle yet commanding. His lips parted, brushing against her tender skin, sending shivers of sensation through her core."I'm glad you shaved," he whispered, his voice husky with desire.His fingers, slick with her arousal, slid in and out with a steady, practiced rhythm, each movement deliberate and explora