A Thorn in the Heart

Gyzell’s POV

Kevin pushed harder to me as I gripped tightly on the hem of the bathroom curtains.

He held my bosom as he rocked harder, thrust faster. I can feel him in my stomach. This is strange, I know. But at least it’s more romantic than our first time.

Slow, gentle, kissing, then slow again. Then, he transitioned to a faster, feral, and wilder pace.

The bathroom curtains were now on the floor, as well as the rod that held it.

I moved closer to the toilet bowl and lowered its cover. Facing him while sitting atop it, I opened wider for him.

Here, in this very moment, he slid his material into the wetness of mine. I have nothing to grip. So, I grabbed his hair and pulled his face gently to me.

He tried to kiss me, but I dodge away. A minute has passed and I am almost laying atop the toilet as if it was a bed.

It hurts down there. But love hurts, I would even let it bite me after all those tears that we both experienced.

So I endured it, relished this. I touched his lips and slid my finger into his mouth. He bites it, gently. Good.

I love responsive men. And as soon as I let his face lower into my breasts, he became a lion who’s eager to penetrate a doe.

Kevin is now pounding inside me like how a hammer repeatedly hit a nail on the wall. Jackhammer. Yes, that’s the term. Kevin’s jackhammering me, wildly and deliciously.

Our bodies’ noise is like a music piece, a masterpiece of two brilliant humans in this bathroom.

The water in the shower is cold. But we are very steamy here so it doesn’t bother me at all.

We were just supposed to take a bath but we ended up in this situation even before the dawn breaks.

I know that the rest of the tenants of this lavish condominium are still sleeping. But who cares? They are not the one being fuck by their boyfriend anyway.

“Is it hard enough?” Kevin asked me amidst my thoughts.

“Hmmm….” I only replied.

I love this style. Him facing me. This position is indeed romantic according to sex experts. I definitely agree with them.

“I don’t like this honey…” I straightened my back at Kevin’s words. “This bored me. Can you lay on your stomach?”

I blink. “You realize I’m on top of a toilet bowl right?”

He smiled, laughed even. “I want to change position just like how dogs mate.”

“But I’m not a dog,” I crooned. “Can I just be on top of you?”

Kevin’s face brightened. “I think that’s sexy.”

“I will still be facing you.” Kevin tried to open his mouth as if I’d let him protest with me on top of him. He’s a wild man in bed but a silent young man on the outside world. That’s why I love him—he is only ferocious when facing me naked.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you something…” Kevin and I had been dating for weeks since we had sex under the rain. And boy, how I wish he will stay like this even if our hair turns white.

“I’m carrying your child.” He stopped to look at me. “Just like what you asked of me.”

“You didn’t tell me! I mean…” he sighed, pulling out of me. “You’re only telling me that right now?”

“Don’t worry, honey,” I let my assuring words sink deeper in his mind. “It’s not bad for the baby. Minerva and Darwin even made love despite her being weeks away from delivery right?”

Kevin’s browns furrowed but I can see that he was a bit relieved. Well, not a bit. He’s still very worried.

He went to the shower and turned it on. “That’s it for now, Gyzell.”

I crossed my arms. “What? I haven’t yet released?”

“I already did,” he smiled. He always doesn't tell me when he reached the peak of our lovemaking first. How unfair of him!

“What about me?” His grin becomes wider. Kevin closed the distance between us. I am still sitting on the toilet bowl.

He’s tall, and I’m proud of my boyfriend. Looking at my shimmering eyes, he pressed his dick into my face.

I was about to bring him to my mouth but he quickly slid his meat between my breasts.

I frowned. He smiled.

And before I could blink, he returned to where he started—and finished me in the manner how two canines fuck each other.

***

Kevin’s POV

I am going to be a one hell of a father now, thanks to my woman. And to my ferocious, persistent, and ever-strong velvet steel, the one that rests between my thighs.

We are now on our way to Isla de Rubia, where the Grays and some employees of Gray Co. are still having a party.

Gyzell couldn't get enough for me as her mouth was still licking the tip of my sword even if she already devoured it for a few minutes.

“I think that’s enough, honey…” I gripped her hair, making her face me. “We're now nearing the island. And one thing, we should minimize our wet stuff because—”

“I’m pregnant. I know.” She shrugged her shoulders and buttoned her blouse as if she wasn’t wearing a see-through one.

“But it’s still weeks old,” Gyzell purred, eager to taste more of me.

“He, darling. Our baby is not an ‘it’.”

“But we don’t know the gender yet.”

I rolled my eyes. And it’s the first time she saw me do it and cackled.

“I never knew you knew how to do that!”

“Why? Do you think women are the only ones who know that?”

She sat straight and brought both of her knees into a hug. “Whatever.”

I caressed her cheeks with my thumb. Back when I was still new at Gray Co., I only looked at her face, wishing that my thumb would at least stroke her beautiful face even for once.

Now, we are even farther from my wish. We even get to explore every inch of intimacy in our bodies.

“I love you, Gyzell.”

She lit up, like a candle that was about to melt and was suddenly lit up. “I loved you too, Kevin.”

Then she kissed me. And touched me down there.

I shook my head.

“I said that’s enough, darling,” I reiterated.

“Okay. But promise me you will swim in my ocean tonight.”

I can’t say no—I never say no to her. “Fine, just make sure your ocean is not dried up.”

Gyzell just grinned at me.

***

Gyzell’s POV

We finally arrived at the island and were immediately greeted by Damon.

I saw Darwin and, heaven knows, I can no longer feel a thorn in my heart. But where’s Minerva? Did they have a love quarrel again because of me?

Damon clicked his fingers and the helpers, who are also the caretakers of Isla de Rubia, brought us a seafood feast that consists of abalones, prawns, lobsters, some broiled squids, grilled octopus, and pan-fried trout. He even handed us an extra plate of lobster, paired with caviar and a few strips of charcoal-grilled beef.

“Eat there, first.”  Kevin said to me before digging in his food.

I was about to dig in when, across the table, a woman firmly looked me in the eye as she slowly sat down.

“Hello, Gyzell,” Jocelyn uttered.