“STORAGE HOUSE 2”

Marius withdrew his finger from my femininity, and then he sat down, burying his face in the intimate space between my thighs.

"Shit!"

I exclaimed loudly, abruptly sitting up from my reclined position.

"Fuuuucccckkkkkk! Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Those were the only words escaping my lips as I involuntarily screamed despite my attempts to contain myself.

"I want you screaming, please," Marius pleaded, noticing my struggle to suppress my vocalizations.

I was well aware of why Marius wanted me to do that. Surely, no one would hear me amid the loud thunder and the pouring rain, as they would drown out any sounds I made.

"No one can hear you, Sam. Only I, don’t worry," he assured me before resuming his actions, punctuating it with a meaningful gaze.

I bit my lower lip as Marius once again explored my femininity with his tongue.

Despite the rain outside and the fact that the storage house had a wooden and thatched roof, providing a refreshing ambiance, it wasn't the same for me. I was drenched in sweat due to Marius's unrestrained exploration of my femininity.

It's so pleasurable.

Marius has done this to me many times before. In Baguio, as Marius mentioned, we managed to mark every corner of my house there. It seems that there was no part left untouched.

True.

We do this wherever we find ourselves, as long as there are no other people around. As long as there's privacy. We give in to the heat and desire of our bodies.

I was immediately captivated by these thoughts. My eyes widened not only because of the delightful and gentle nibble Marius gave to the core of my femininity but also because of the pleasant shiver that enveloped my entire being.

Memories!

The other part of my mind screamed.

I initially planned to revisit or continue the other memories I recalled earlier, so I attempted to do so. Fortunately, I succeeded. Once again, images of Marius and me doing what we're doing now flooded my mind. But it didn't last, quickly fading away.

"Mnnnn..."

"That's what I uttered as I felt Marius' sudden thrust.

Yes.

His boldness pulled me back to the present. It was exquisite. Just like before, it sent shivers down my spine. It was the kind of sensation I never grew tired of experiencing.

"Damn!" I shouted, lifting my head and tightly shutting my eyes.

But Marius didn't listen to my exclamation. Like earlier, he seemed deaf to everything happening. Afterward, he once again immersed himself in the celebration of my femininity, treating it as if he had done something he didn't like.

Once more, my stomach churned like a rolling sea because of Marius' actions.

My God! It was just last night when Marius last did this to me. But why does everything have this effect on me again? Why does it feel like I've been starved and deprived by my boyfriend for a year?

After that, there was no conversation between us. Marius seemed to be in another dimension, his eyes closed as if savoring the essence of my womanhood.

I swallowed hard at that thought.

I was seated, but due to the overwhelming pleasure and my weakening state, I decided to return to lying down. From what I could see, my boyfriend was truly in his own world, deeply focused, or perhaps one could say he had his own universe.

I didn't know when Marius would conclude this delightful indulgence that, if described, was truly beyond human. But all of this, as I expected, was just an introduction. Like in a show, it was an intermission number. Because that wasn't yet the "real thing" where I would truly experience bliss.

As usual, Marius had a new surprise. But it was the kind of surprise I was sure I had experienced before the accident. I paused at that thought. Then I let out a joyful moan and decided to momentarily forget anything from my past that repeatedly haunted me in such situations.

Marius began to use his tongue on me. But that wasn't all. While performing that audacious act, he mercilessly started to give a circular massage to the very core of my femininity. This action swayed my world immensely.

Due to the indescribable pleasure Marius was unleashing on me, I became lost in my own world, almost on the brink of ecstasy. “P-Please, Marius, take me now!”

I can't take it anymore.

His tongue wasn't overly aggressive, but it was smooth and sensual, slowly draining my strength away.

"Sweetheart," Marius said, raising his head after my plea.

I secretly thanked him for that. When I saw Marius move and remove his boxers, I breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, this is the real thing! This is what I need.

"Take me, please!" I hurriedly requested as he hovered over me.

He nodded, looking straight into my eyes. In that position, Marius began to press his manhood against my dripping femininity. As a result, my vision spun from the intense orgasm.

"Fuck!"

I cursed softly, almost in a whisper.

"I like that kind of response from you, Sam," Marius said, referring to my swearing.

I had my eyes closed, biting my lower lip, but he didn't stop.

It felt like his manhood was teasing my entrance, and it was incredibly pleasurable.

I cursed again in my mind. Then, I moaned again because of the beastly pleasure Marius was mercilessly unleashing upon me.

I was so close.

At that moment, all I wanted was for him to possess me. I wanted to feel his long, fierce manhood desecrating my vulnerable femininity, which truly finds joy when struck by Marius's angry weapon.

Like a sword. And my femininity is its sheath or cover. It matches perfectly. However, there are times when Marius's vigor is too much to handle. That's why he struggles to enter.

"Take me already! Please! I'm dying here!" My long whine eventually turned into a joyful moan.

Marius entered me abruptly and without hesitation, causing me to release a seemingly insane moan.

"Fucking hell! It's so damn good! Shiiitttt!"

"All of this, for you, Sam!" Marius exclaimed as he began to move in and out, fully ready for my intimacy.

"Ohhhhhh... Mmmmmnnnnn...."

My boyfriend didn't respond. For a moment, he just looked at me as we remained in that state. I wasn't sure if he intentionally orchestrated a series of consecutive storms and maddening tempests. But I loved all of it, and I didn't want him to stop.

As his movements became more deliberate, each thrust a testament to his devotion, I found myself lost in a whirlwind of sensation, unable to form coherent thoughts or words.

Marius's gaze bore into mine, his eyes reflecting a mixture of passion, desire, and unwavering commitment. At that moment, amidst the tumultuous storm of our emotions, I felt a profound connection, an unspoken understanding that transcended words.

I surrendered to the overwhelming tide of pleasure, allowing myself to be swept away by the powerful currents of sensation that Marius unleashed upon me. Each moment, each touch, was a revelation, igniting flames of ecstasy that consumed my senses.

I couldn't help but yearn for more, craving the intoxicating blend of pleasure and intensity that Marius offered so effortlessly. In his embrace, I found solace, fulfillment, and a sense of completeness that I had never known before.

As we moved together in perfect harmony, entwined in a passionate embrace, I realized that every moment spent with him was a gift, a cherished memory etched into the fabric of my soul.