On Fire!

Brent removed Irene's clothing including his own. They're naked all the way.

This time, Irene doesn't care anymore. She needs the ache inside her belly to be sated or else she will go crazy.

Brent began nuzzling her ear. "Sweetie, after our lovemaking, don't hate me okay?" he said.

Irene nodded her head and ran her hands on his muscled chest. "Let's continue," she said in a whisper, spreading her legs wide.

Brent chuckled. "Ready for me, eh?" he said as he guided his hard arousal into her entrance, he slid his erect manhood into her wet core.

Irene felt his hard member entering her core, she gasped in pleasure. Oh boy, it felt so goooood!

He kissed her lips hungrily, thrusting deep inside her, sending volts of pleasure across her body.

"Ahhhmmm ahhmmm... more please...deeeperrrr..." Irene moaned successively.

"Deeeper, sweetie?" he whispered, panting hard.

"Yes, pleaseeeee...ahhhhhhhh..." she moaned louder, her face contorted in pleasure.

He continues hammering her silky wall, thrusting inside her repeatedly in wild abandon.

"Ahhhhhh so goooooood ahhhmmmm..." Irene can't stop moaning in pleasure.

Brent pounded her core nonstop reaching for her G-spot, wanting to bring her to the kingdom of heaven above.

"Deeeperrrrrrr hardeerrrrrrr ahhhhmmm..." Irene continued moaning, her mouth dripping in pleasure.

Irene's loud moaning made Brent happy.

He hammered her clit until he felt her body clenched reaching her climax. A moment later, he experienced an earth-shattering orgasm, his member was still throbbing hot inside her core.

Ahhhh, so pleasurable.

So mind-blowing.

Brent collapsed beside Irene, tired but completely sated.

Irene was stunned after experiencing her first mind-blowing orgasm, her first was never like this. She had a sexual encounter with her ex-boyfriend before, it only happened once and it wasn't even nice, it was uncomfortable and painful. But her sexual intercourse with Brent just a while ago was so pleasurable. Until now she can still feel the tingling of her core even if her orgasm was already over a few minutes ago.

What the heck? Her face burned with shame. How shameless she turned herself into?

Irene pushed Brent away from him. "Stay away from me!" she yelled.

Brent groaned, looking at her in disbelief. "What's wrong, sweetie? Why did your mood change right away after we engaged in a mind blowing love making? You don't like my blazing hot performance?" he asked, teasing her.

Irene's face turned dark with anger. "Why did you take advantage of me? I told you not to do anything inappropriate to me! But you still continue! How dare you!" she shouted at his face.

Brent sighed. "Sweetie, calm down. I asked you earlier if you want more... and you answered yes, you even spread your legs wide for my manhood to enter. You give me permission, you can't blame me," he said in a mild tone, trying hard not to lose his temper.

Damn! Irene's face went tomato red, recalling that she indeed permitted him to proceed.

She was embarrassed.

Then she noticed that they were already lying above a soft mattress, where did this thing come from?

She doesn't bother asking him because she knows that he can do a lot of things using his power.

She grabbed her clothes and put them on. Then she looked at him. "I hate what you have done to me earlier!" she declared vehemently.

Brent chuckled, hearing her whining, amuses him to no end. "Relax, sweetie! What happened earlier was just a dream, it only exists in your mind. All those wild things we did earlier didn't happen in real life. Remember, we are still in a dream," he said reassuringly.

"A-are you sure?" Irene asked, feeling relieved a little bit.

"Yes!" Brent answered. "But you must admit to yourself that it's pleasurable, right? Don't lie!" he said, winking at her.

Irene lowered her gaze. Damn! She had almost forgotten that they were still in a dream!

"B-but why did it feel so real? Why?" Irene asked herself aloud.

Brent grinned. "Because your mind and body is enjoying it, sweetie. Your body enjoyed my caressing, my stroking and my kisses..." he said, looking naughtily into her eyes. "And one more thing... your moaning is so loud and I love it!"

Oh, my! Irene covered her face with her hands due to shame. She did recall how loud her moaning was during their intense romping. She can't help it, the truth is - she truly enjoyed his sexual expertise, so shameless of her!

But she would rather die first than openly admit those things to him.

She caressed her tummy. "Why am I feeling so hungry and thirsty right now?" she asked.

Brent looked at her. "What is it, sweetie? Are you feeling hungry and thirsty? Do you want to eat something?" he asked.

Sighing, Irene looked around the area, nothing to eat on this part of the island. "Yeah..." she answered.

Brent smiled. "Close your eyes for a moment..." he ordered.

"Why?"

"Because I will use my power to summon what you want to eat," he said. "What do you like to eat now?" he asked.

"One bucket of crispy fried chicken and ice cold cola!" she roared.

Brent grinned. "Okay, close your eyes and wait for a few minutes..."

Irene obeyed, looking forward to seeing a bucket of delicious chicken in front of her when she opened her eyes.

Then like a miracle... her nose caught the scent of fried chicken, she quickly opened her eyes and to her delight, she saw buckets of fried chicken in front of her. "Amazing!" she gushes.

"I make it two buckets just in case you crave another flavor,'' he said. "Eat now, sweetie. I know that you're starving," he said and picked up one chicken thigh, bringing it to her nostrils.

Salivating, Irene picked up one chicken wing and began eating with gusto.

Brent and Irene enjoyed munching on the fried chicken surrounded by the tranquil scenery around them.

Half an hour later, they finished eating the fried chicken and drank the cola.

"Is your tummy happy now?" Brent asked.

"Yes! Thank you, that was a delicious fried chicken! I love it! Finger licking good!" Irene said with a smile.

"I'm glad you like the fried chicken, there will be more later," he said.

"Huh?" Irene's brows furrowed. "Why?"

Brent smirked. "Because we are going to do another round later," he joked.

Irene's eyes widened in alarm. "What?"

Brent pinched her nose. "What I'm saying is that let's make love again later."

"No way!" Irene said, refusing to do it again even if she liked it.

Brent grinned. "Oh, don't tell me you didn't crave our lovemaking that makes you moan all the way to the moon," he said, teasing her.

Irene's face went red, she was blushing hard. She avoided his penetrating gaze and shifted her attention to the calm ocean. She stood up. "I'm going to wash my hands..." she said, going in the direction of the seawater.

Brent followed Irene to the seashore.

The couple washed their hands with the seawater.

Afterward, they strolled on the seashore, enjoying the waves overlapping on their feet and the wonderful sea breeze caressing their skin.