Chapter 3

"What do you call that?"

He rolled away from her. He had been lying on her for the few past minutes after he was done riding her. The feelings she had extracted were so raw and strong that she didn't want him to stop. She guessed she needed to be considerate. And matter-of-factly, he was the one taking back his favor, he could choose to stop whenever he did want to. His choice.

"It's called sex."

He turned to her. Twas smelly in there. She had no idea what was offending the apt atmosphere. He didn't seem to bat an eye. He probably was acquainted with such odour and wouldn't make mounting of it of course.

He brought his mouth closer to hers and brushed hers. She had no objection to that. He seemed to have a reason for everything he was doing. She could see that in his eyes.

His mouth was still warm. It tasted differently then. It did seem as every day to day occurrences: you get used to something when you persist in it. He left his mouth in hers for a long while and kept sucking. Her body responded to the pull. The surge was strong and she loved it.

He fought his mouth free then. She held his head and pulled him closer. He shouldn't always think that he could taunt her with pleasure and then quit whenever he did want. That was in no way possible of course.

He was willing. Generous enough to give her mouth to her. She flickered her tongue in his tongue. She tried to lie to herself that she knew what she was doing and could do better than he had done. He didn't ignore, neither did he counter. He was a man of multitudinous forms.

She allowed his lips go. They seemed pale at the moment. The chemistry between the two of them was getting stronger and ignoring was simply just making mess of the whole thing.

Her left hand was on his cheek and his was fighting its way down her abdomen. It got to her well and halted over the bridge. He drove his fingers into the well to fetch pleasure out of course. She moved rhythmically to it and moaned. He kept to it as she tried to wrap herself around him. He didn't mind, but she couldn't. There was a gap between them.

He eased his fingers of the burden and licked them. She didn't know what they tasted like.

"What does it taste like?"

He smiled. He looked into her eyes, cursing why he hadn't met her before then.

"Doesn't matter how it smell, if it's of the one you truly love."

She moved very close to him then. Very close that she felt his erection poking out on her flesh.

"What is love?"

He chuckled. She didn't know why he did that. Probably he was catching fun as she was or he was making fun of her. Of course twould be one of the two.

"Are you kidding me? You don't know what love is?"

The two of them were facing each other in the berth. They were stark naked and her voluptuous boobs filled the berth. She was very close to him that he could feel her tits on his chest. He helped his erection into her vagina as she wrapped her legs around his butts. She was moaning amidst the words.

"No... H-how cou-ld I possi-bl-y do that."

He stopped moving in and out of her. She didn't want him to stop but guessed she knew why. They wouldn't be able to have the best discussion if they kept to that.

"Everyone around here knows what love is?"

He smiled. She had no idea what he meant with his continuous smiles. Like he was trying to put a message across and she wasn't getting it? It seemed ridiculous though but that was in a rather cute way. She somewhat loved it.

"Except I then...?"

He rode her again. Moved back and forth again with his erection in her well. She loved it but couldn't cope. She might just burst open into confetti. That would be some real odds of course.

"Except you."

He brought his mouth closer to her ear with his erection still there. She was beginning to understand how the pain worked. Twas a pleasurable one. A pain you wouldn't want to kick aside of course.

"I love you."

He whispered into her ears. She loved the sound of the words though had no idea what that did mean.

"How long does ... it ta-ke to-o love s-o-m-e-o-n-e?"

He chuckled into his ear. Twas with a style. Everything he did at that moment seemed to please her. He probably was working an Alakazam on her but she had no idea how that was working. She wished she would decode of course. But she didn't not anytime soon.

He shifted his position on the berth and brought his mouth closer to her boobs. He began to suck the two of them as he grabbed. He held one to leave for the other. He buried his face in the path between the tits. He was mumbling into it. She didn't seem to mind.

He seemed to be answering the questions. She could only feel the breath from his nose on the tits. Twas warm and sapid tickling. It wanted her to laugh. She felt like doing that. She wouldn't. Tmight seem really odd.