16 Addicted to you

The sun shone bright and spread its light around the town. The trees were happy as they savored the warmth of the glowing rays. I knew it as I'd always witnessed the better days since I was a child.

But those bright memories suddenly disappeared when he put something between my thighs. I eagerly crumpled the bedsheet and left my mouth wide open.

He was driving me crazy and I hoped he wouldn't stop until I reach the peakiest part of a mountain.

"Oh, Lisandro, what are you doing to me? Why does it feel so damn good?" I moaned like a hopeless slave. His warm palm had brought me onto the cordial part of my soul.

"Moan louder, baby! I want to hear your scream!" he bit the bottom of his lip that had almost dropped my undergarments. "I don't have any choice, but to get rid of this fucking sexy dress of yours!"

Eagerness had led him to be more aggressive towards me. His gentle touch turned into a wreak havoc action that turned me on.

I thought he was going to do the next move, yet Lisandro has always had another plan that surprised me. The sweet smile on his face turned into a smirk then he hostilely ripped off my dress and I just saw myself half-naked.

He said, "You don't have to hide this gorgeous body of yours! Not anymore."

His eyes twinkled the moment he saw my red brassiere. It wasn't my intention and I had no idea that he would be awestruck by my peculiar old-modern fashion style.

"Damn! I've been waiting to see you wearing this attractive brassiere!" he told me roguishly. And with a snap of his fingers, I just saw him throw it somewhere around my room.

"H-how did you do that?" I asked in awe.

"You don't have to know about it. What important is—I'll be going to drive you crazy." Lisandro murmured as he looked into my round, brown eyes keenly. He then took a deep, long breath before he touched my bare chest.

"Ugh, damn!" Out of pleasure, the only thing that came into my mind was to moan and free this warm sensation between my legs. I then arched my back, giving him the opportunity while I craved for him. "Please, just d-do it now!"

I'd wanted him inside of me, but he has another plan that would bring me to the paradise that I'd been yearning for. Perhaps because I'd used to watch romantic drama during my free time. I dreamt to be touched, to be loved unconditionally by someone afraid to lose me.

And Lisandro gave me those tingling feelings that drown me into the depth of the blue sea. He wouldn't stop until he caught a glimpse of me begging for more, pleading for his prevailing supremacy.

"I'll be gentle this time," he paused for a second and the next thing he did was mind-blowing. "Hmm, do you like it that much huh?" he teased me as he played those pinkish nipples of mine. It stood strong while I'd savored the burning sensation inside.

No words came out from my mouth when he licked and sucked it playfully. I gasped as I'd tried to catch my breath. Lisandro knew my weaknesses and because he nailed it, there was no reason to turn my back on him.

Willingly, I grabbed his hair and wrapped my arms around his neck. I stooped to him as I'd offered my body to a man with tantalizing eyes. "Ugh, my favorite part!" It was the truth and there was no room for white lies.

However, when I was about to reach the first climax, Lisandro quickly changed our positions. I was on the top and he was on the bottom. I looked at him nervously, "Why did you do that?" I asked confusedly.

He then took a long sigh, cupped my face for seconds. He remained quiet while his hands trailed off right to my neck, collarbone, and breast.

He said, "I was distracted by your fragrance."

I was caught off guard when he said those words. I'd felt offended as I quickly covered my body with my arms and turned around on him.

I thought he would like the scent of my hair, of my breath and body. I was hurt. I felt I was insulted.

"No! No, it's not what you think!" he explained, but I didn't know if he was telling the truth.

I'm not stupid. I'm not deaf and I did fucking hear what he just said. "Then what does it mean when you said that you were distracted by my scent? The scent of what?"

My eyes widened as I unintentionally raised my voice on him. I only wanted to know the reason behind his statement that had hurt me. I am a woman, a woman with emotions and it would be frustrating if someone told me that I smell like a rotten jackfruit.

Lisandro stood from the bed as he held back his breath. He was still half-naked and every time I see those jaw-dropping muscles, my knees weakened like I was born to be by his side forever.

"It's hard to say this, but—" he paused. And that was the moment I'd realized what he meant to say earlier. His eyes were stuck on my neck. They were desirous that could hypnotize somebody. "The first moment I saw you, I knew I would be addicted to you. I am addicted to your scent, Andy."

His eyes were sincere. I was stunned and I'd never been in the same boat for a long time. I thought no one would crave for me. No one would care about me. Even this is only temporary—a secret job, still, I would cherish every single moment with him.

And for a couple of minutes, we were standing in the middle part of my room. We looked into each other eyes, trying to catch our breaths, but not until he took a step closer and grabbed my waist graciously.

"Let's do it," he whispered as a smirk flaunted on his attractive thin lips.

I then slightly nodded my head, bit my lips that turned him on again. And that was the moment he had ever brought me onto a paradise.