La Cuevas #3: Beautiful Scars

Chapter 41

"What are you doing?!" Halos sumiksik na ngayon ang dibdib ko sa kaniya. Kagaya ng sabi ko, hindi ganoon kalaki ang dibdib ko, pero dahil naiipit iyon sa matigas niyang dibdib, ay halos lumabas na iyon sa stringed bra ko! "Luke!"

"Look what you did.." he whispered with a strained and low voice. Nalilito akong tumingin sa kaniya at kusang bumaba ang mga mata ko sa leeg niya nang mapansin ang pulang marka roon!

Napakurap-kurap ako at napatitig doon. Ako ba.. a-ang gumawa noon? I-is that my doing?! Naghisterya ang boses ko sa utak ko pero nanatiling nakaawang ang mga labi ko. Nang bitawan niya ang mga kamay ko at bumagsak ang mga iyon sa panghihina ay hindi pa rin ako nakalayo.

Hinawi ng isang kamay niya ang mga takas na basang buhok sa aking mukha. Inilagay niya iyon sa likod ng aking tenga. Akala ko iyon lang, pero nang tuloy-tuloy ang pagpasada ng mga daliri niya sa likod ng tenga ko, pababa sa gilid ng leeg ko, ay nagsitayuan na ang mga balahibo ko.

Abala pa ako sa pagtitig sa hickey na ako raw ang naglagay sa leeg niya, nang maramdaman ko ang nakakakiliting halpos ng mga daliri niya sa gilid ng bewang ko.

Napaawang ang labi ko at tila naliliyo siyang tinignan. Sa nanghihinang mga kamay ay nagawa ko pang abutin ang braso niyang nakapulupot sa bewang ko. Ang isang kamay ko ay napakapit na sa likod niya.

"Luke.." I called when his fingers even dropped from my neck down to the shallow of my collarbone. His effect is this crazy. He's hitting me so hard I couldn't recover.

Because of my call, his eyes went to my eyes again. "Yes," he responded with a weak voice too.

Hindi ako nakasagot. Kumunot ang noo ko nang bumaba pa ang daliri niya sa.. peklat ko. I bit my lip when he caressed the scar on my chest. He drew circles there using his large thumb and it made me dizzy from all the heat.

Yumuko siya upang bumulong sa aking tenga. "You're a good girl for not letting anyone see you like this.. my good girl.." he whispered sending shivers down my lowest spine. My bit on my lips became harder when he kissed my ears, down to my neck. His hold on my waist now became tighter and his other hand found their way to caress one of my breasts.

I moaned when he squeezed my right boob the moment he touched it. Humipit ang hawak ko sa braso niya nang maramdaman ko rin ang pagsipsip niya sa leeg ko. I'm well aware what will be left there after that and I don't mind. As long as it's from him.

I felt his thumb found my peak and gently stroked circular motions around it. "Ah.." I shivered. I automatically shut my mouth the moment a moan escaped from it. Luke groaned and stopped sucking my neck to carry me. I encircled my legs around his hard waist and found his erection rubbing hard against my entrance. "Shit," I muttered as I felt myself throbbed against him.

He smirked before crashing my lips with his. He held the small of my back for support, and his other hand squeezing my butt. After five years, I can't believe he could easily break the barrier that I build between us. I made myself believe that the only feeling that's left for him is normal, just a simple past care, but I was wrong. And he keep on proving me wrong. Because my body wants him, my heart wants him, it's incredibly crazy how I'm still a slave to his every move.

We both groaned as we suck and lick on each other's tongue. I am already sober earlier, but why does it feels like I'm getting drunk with his kisses again? The desire is filling in my mind and all I could think of is the building pressure in my belly. I don't even feel scared if someone up there might catch us making out.