"Yung tinola," Maine whispered when their lips finally took a break and parted for a few seconds. She could still taste the sweet wine in his mouth and that alone was starting to make her feel heady from need, but she didn't want to forget about what they were cooking and end up burning the house down.
"Sabi mo ten minutes," he murmured, kissing her again. His fingers were tangled in her hair, just as hers were in his while her hands rested, splayed flat behind his neck.
"I'm losing track of time na, baka ma-overcook, Marsh --"
"Hmmmm." He shuts her up with another kiss.
"Seryo..so... yung tinola... Marsh... mallow," she managed between kisses.
"Kinginang tinola yan," he huffed. He pulled away from their kiss and walked over to the oven range. "Uhmmm... Maine... Medyo natuyo na," he said, looking inside the pan and turning the range off.
"Hala," Maine said, jumping off the counter. "Ayan, sabi ko sa'yo eh. So paano, gawin na lang nating fried chicken?"
"Fried chicken?" He gave her a funny look which she returned with a quirk of an eyebrow and he shook his head in amusement. "Timplahin na lang natin ulit. Di naman tuyong-tuyo oh."
"Yung sayote madudurog na sa lambot. Kasi naman Marshmallow eh, your harot knows no bounds."
He laughed quietly. "O sya, ako na magtitimpla."
"Teka..." she said, pulling the hem of his polo behind him.
He looked at her questioningly.
She bit her lip as her cheeks flushed. "Mamaya na yan..."
A slow smile of triumph crossed his face and he quickly bent down to kiss her again.
And then it pretty much escalated from there...
Their fingers got tangled in each other's hair once more as they kissed with renewed passion, effectively getting themselves more worked up in no time. His arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against his body, and she instantly felt his growing need.
Howkei, here we go, she thought, her heart truly racing now. Junjun ang alert mo, please.
He leaned her against the counter, his other hand now moving up and down her back, and his lips skimming the length of her neck as her fingers fumbled to remove the buttons on his shirt.
"Ready ka na?" he whispered as she clumsily pushed the sleeves of his shirt down his arms. He helped her and shed it off himself.
"Yes," she whispered back.
"No more backing out, Maine?" he asked, looking straight into her eyes. "Baka mamaya humingi ka nanaman ng time first."
She giggled and just kissed him on the lips in response. She let herself go this time. No more holding back.
"Sa kwarto tayo," he murmured gruffly in their kiss. He lifted her by the waist and she wrapped her legs around his hips, their warm and eager lips still upon each other as they blindly made their way to their room.
Their kisses became more urgent as they entered his dark room, both of them hasty to get the clothes off of each other's body. His pants were gone in less than a second, leaving him in his gray boxers, and he helped her shimmy out of her dress before gently laying her on the bed, his lips still locked with hers in a passionate kiss.
"Naka-silent phone mo?" he whispered, his lips now leaving tiny kisses on her neck.
"Yes," she breathed, the sensations from his wet lips and his warm breath alone, already driving her crazy.
His hand reached behind her to unclasp her bra and she began to tremble a bit as he slid the strap from her shoulders and down her arms before tossing the lace garment on the floor.
He leaned back for a moment and allowed himself to admire her slender form. This was the first time that she had let him strip her down to (almost) nothing, and he wanted to take in her beauty fully for the first time.
"Anubaaa," she said self consciously, moving her arms to cover herself. She was never that confident in her body and now this gorgeous man on top of her was looking at her like she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. "Na-coconscious ako sayo, bakit ka ganyan makatingin?"
"Sssh, don't be," he murmured, his thumb gently brushing her reddened cheek. "I was just admiring you. Ang ganda mo, Maine. You're everything I have imagined."
Enebeeeeeh...
He kissed her again, his hand caressing every inch of her body in a slow, sensual way that made her moan against his lips. And then he started going down, his mouth trailing her body, giving every inch of her skin the same level of attention while leaving tiny kisses and marks on its wake.
"Sure ka na, Maine?" she heard him say.
"Yes," she managed. It was a little hard getting any words out at that moment. She was so distracted by everything: his mouth, his hands, the building pressure between her legs...
She gasped when his mouth latched on one of her eager peaks, and her back arched as his tongue swirled around it, his hand mimicking the same motion on the other.
Grabe syaaaa...
She bit her lip to try to keep herself from mewling, because she was certain that the noises she was making can no longer be considered human. He didn't seem to mind though. In fact, her pleasured sounds were making him much eager to give her more.
Oh my.. she thought when she felt his warm lips moving further down her stomach and her eyes snapped open.
"Richard..." she called, propping her elbows on the bed while looking at him with uncertainty.
He moved up and kissed her lightly on the lips. "Relax, Maine... I got you," he whispered, giving her another kiss before slithering back to where he was.
She felt the last garment covering her being shed off and then his mouth was on her.
Oh my... hala. Oh my gaaaaaaah...
In the next few minutes, she was reduced to nothing but a whimpering mess as Richard expertly pleasured her with all he's got. Her fingers became temporarily locked around the sheets as she held on to them, like a lifeline she needed to hold on to while she drowned in all the sensations that Richard was giving her. And then it came, a wave of pleasure she didn't expect, and it got her squirming, and panting, and screaming his name.
"Ang ingay mo," he whispered, chuckling, as he moved up again and kissed her by the ear.
"Shut up, Marshmallow," she said, breathing hard.
He reached for something from the drawer of the bedside table and the next thing she knew, Richard was hovering above her in nothing but his birthday suit, deftly rolling the rubber down his stiff rod.
She blanched when she saw it.
"Ay teka... Marshmallow wait," she said, resting her weight on her elbows again.
"You have got to be kidding me," he grumbled, looking at her.
"I have something to tell you..."
"Ngayon mo naisip makipagkwentuhan?"
"Hindi... ano kasi," she blushed. "It's actually my first time, and you're..." she muttered, glancing down his shaft.
He chuckled and kissed her nose. "I kinda figured that out, Maine. Don't worry, I'll be gentle. Do you trust me?"
She nodded and whispered, "Yes." She actually did, fully and without a doubt. In fact, she had been putting her full trust on him ever since she came with him to The Cliffs. And she wanted this, with him.
He kissed her lips again, slowly and deeply. He wanted to reassure her and he also needed her to relax. She felt his hand on her weeping core again, feeling her and getting her more ready for him.
She tensed as he lined himself between her legs and she forced herself to relax as he nudged against her. She slowly blew out the air she'd been holding as he inched slightly inside of her.
"Tignan mo ko, Maine," he whispered and she realized that she actually had her eyes squeezed tight. She opened them to meet his gaze, and she found him looking at her with eyes filled with both lust and adoration. "Wrap your arms around my neck."
She did and he nudged forward more. She bit back the cry that threatened to escape her lips as she felt the burn from that single movement, and she could feel her eyes tearing up.
"It'll feel better soon," he whispered to her reassuringly, "promise."
She slid her hands into his hair and tried to focus instead on the feel of the thick strands under her fingers, reveling in being this close to him, able to examine the flecks in his dark brown eyes that were illuminated by the moonlight lighting the room.
"I need you to relax more, Maine," he murmured, his own breaths coming out in ragged intervals as he willed himself to be slow and gentle. He moved his hand to the swollen nub between her legs, causing her to relax her muscles, and then thrusted his hips forward all the way.
Put%?!#*?!!
She couldn't think of anything more horribly painful than what she had just felt and she scrunched her eyes close, and turned her head away.
"Maine, Maine, Maine." He was kissing her closed eyelids, turning her head back to him. "Open your eyes, Panda."
She did and she realized that she'd got both her palms against his chest, trying to physically push him off of her. He kissed her again and she stopped pushing, wrapping her arms around his neck again instead and pulling him closer as he began his careful and steady thrusts.
After a few minutes she felt the pain ebbing, and then slowly being replaced by something else. She moved her hips a little, testing it. He followed her lead that she was ready for more and withdrew before sinking back in.
"Hmmm... that's good," she sighed and he chuckled.
"And you feel so good, Maine. Feeling better?"
"Yea..."
In the next several minutes, nothing else could be heard inside the room but a series of quiet moans and groans of pleasure and the sound of their slick bodies melding in the darkness. Soon enough, their heavy breathing joined in the sounds as they both climbed their way to their peak. She came for the second time before he did, her fingers digging into the skin on his shoulders and her lips pulled between her teeth. He followed shortly thereafter as he felt her clenching around him and wrapping him with her warmth...
"Maine...." he whispered hoarsely before burying his face against the crook of her neck, and she held him closer, a satisfied smile playing on her lips as she planted a soft kiss on his shoulder.
"Richard," she whispered back, and she felt him hugging her tighter.