“LENA’S COMFORTER AND FUCKING BUDDY”
The next morning, Lena woke up delinquent than usual. Fortunately, she had no work commitments, so the late start wasn’t an issue.
Her eyes fluttered open to a messy living room, the aftermath of the previous night’s passion evident in the disarray.
As expected, clothes were strewn across the floor, mingling with the delicate lace of her underwear that the man had so fervently removed. The memory of his touch sent a delicious shiver coursing through her body, the echoes of their passionate encounter still lingering on her skin.
Lena couldn’t help but smile, a slow, sensual curve of her lips as she recalled the raw intensity of their night together. Every detail replayed in her mind, each kiss, each caress, a tantalizing reminder of the fire they had ignited.
She stretched lazily; the pleasure of the memory intertwined with the warmth of the morning sun sifting through the curtains. For a moment, she allowed herself to revel in the sensations, the delicious ache of desire rekindled by the mere idea of him.
The memory of their passionate night remained on her skin like a warm caress. He had been a remarkable lover, a wild force of nature that ignited a crude pleasure within her. She savored every moment, and the thought of seeing him again sent an exhilaration through her body. She desired to relive each electrifying touch, every whispered commitment of pleasure.
Lena was still floundering in the afterglow, her body humming with pleasure, when the door to her apartment swung open. The unexpected intrusion shocked her. Her heart raced as she realized her defenselessness. Completely naked, she grabbed a throw pillow and pressed it against her body, her mind racing. The thrill of being caught added a surprising edge to the morning, her pulse hastening with a mix of astonishment and excitement.
“You’re awake,” he said, a hint of amusement in his voice as he walked in, carrying a paper bag that he placed on the table. “I consider myself lucky for not getting caught in the rain. It’s starting to drizzle out there.”
Lena’s heart skipped a moment at the sound of his voice, deep and smooth, churning memories of their wild encounter the night before. She turned her head, her gaze locking onto him, and for a moment, she was lost in the intensity of his eyes. The room seemed to shrink around them, the air thick with the wavering essence of their shared passion.
“Why are you still here?” Lena asked, ignoring his comment about the weather. Her confusion was evident, and she felt an unanticipated shyness in his presence. She wasn’t sure why, but there was a defenselessness to being caught in such an intimate moment that made her blush. Her cheeks flushed a soft pink, a stark contrast to the wild abandon she had expressed just hours earlier.
Awkwardly, she stretched out her leg, trying to hook her panties with her toes, then her bra. Each movement was a delicate dance of modesty and residual desire, her fingers trembling slightly as she hurried to dress. She could feel his eyes on her, a scorching gaze that seemed to caress her bare skin, setting fire to a trail of heat wherever it lingered. Her body answered back with a familiar tingle, a reminder of the pleasure he had given her.
Once she was partially dressed, she stood up and approached the table, curiosity piqued by the paper bag he had brought. The scent of freshly baked pastries wafted from the bag, mingling with the subtle aroma of coffee, creating an inviting atmosphere that contrasted with the charged tension between them. The air between them was thick, electrified by the leftover of their shared passion, making every glance and gesture fraught with unspoken desire.
He watched her intently, his gaze never wavering. There was a crude hunger in his eyes, a promise of more to come. His presence was magnetic, pulling her closer despite the logical part of her mind that urged caution.
And because she was already feeling hungry, she took the initiative to arrange the food on the table.
She knew the man was feasting his eyes on her figure at that moment. She understood why. She was acutely aware of her beauty, knowing well how many men found her irresistible. Even Marius had not been able to withstand her charm, succumbing to the temptation of her allure.
The thought made her quickly heat up. Her gaze drifted to the sofa, the usual spot for their wanton encounters. That sofa had borne witness to how Marius had pleasured her before. And now, feeling the residual heat between her and this mysterious man, she felt the pangs of heartache creeping back in.
This couldn’t happen.
She began to move with deliberate care, knowing full well that every gesture, every sway of her hips, was being closely watched. She didn't mind. There was power in knowing she could captivate, could command attention with a mere movement. It was intoxicating, this control she held over the male gaze.
But beneath the surface, a storm was brewing. The memories of Marius, their passionate encounters, their stolen moments, all mingled with the present reality of this new, unexplored connection. It was thrilling and terrifying all at once.
Her fingers brushed against the cold surface of the table as she arranged the pastries and coffee, her mind racing. She couldn't allow herself to be swayed by fleeting desires, and couldn't afford to be pulled back into a cycle of longing and heartbreak.
Yet, the allure was undeniable. The man behind her, his presence a tangible force, represented both danger and desire. She stole a glance over her shoulder, catching the intensity in his eyes. It was a look that promised more, that hinted at deeper, uncharted waters.
No, she couldn't let herself fall again. Not like this. Not so soon. But as she stood there, the heat of his gaze searing her back, she knew the battle between her mind and body was far from over. She had to stay strong, had to resist the pull of her desires.
But for how long?
She hated feeling this way—how the memories of her and Marius could still bring her pain. But last night, she had discovered that this man had the power to erase Marius’s image from her mind, if only temporarily. Maybe it was best to keep him around, she thought.
“I want you to fuck me,” she said, locking eyes with him, her voice steady and commanding.
Lena expected him to be shocked by her bold declaration. But instead, his eyes flashed with a primal intensity. Without a word, he grabbed her waist, pulled her close, and captured her lips in a fierce, possessive kiss.
The force of his kiss took her breath away, his hunger matching her own. She felt his hands tighten around her waist, pulling her even closer, their bodies molding together with a desperate urgency. The taste of him, the feel of him, was a potent reminder of how he had made her forget her sorrow, if only for a moment.
Lena responded with equal fervor, her fingers tangling in his hair, tugging him closer still. The kiss deepened, becoming a battle of wills, each trying to dominate the other. It was intoxicating, the way he took control, yet also thrilling how she could push back, meet his intensity with her own.
As their lips moved against each other, she felt the familiar heat building within her, a fire stoked by the memory of their previous night together. This man, this stranger, had shown her a different kind of passion, one that was raw and unapologetic. It was exactly what she needed.
Their kiss grew more desperate, more demanding. She could feel his hands roaming over her body, exploring, claiming. And she welcomed it, needing to feel that connection, that escape from the lingering shadows of Marius.
When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathless, their chests heaving with the intensity of their kiss. His eyes were dark with desire, mirroring her own need.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered, her voice husky with longing. “I need this. I need you.”
In response, he lifted her effortlessly, positioning her on the table amidst the scattered breakfast items. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, feeling the hard evidence of his arousal pressing against her.
His lips trailed down her neck, leaving a burning path in their wake. She tilted her head back, offering him more, requiring more. His hands were everywhere, touching, squeezing, driving her wild with desire.
She felt a surge of empowerment coursing through her veins, reclaiming her strength with each electrifying moment. No longer hesitating, she met the man’s fervent kiss with equal fervor, as if shedding the remnants of her past with every passionate touch.
“Damn you!” Lena’s voice quivered, a mixture of exasperation and raw desire lingering in the charged atmosphere.
“Yeah, let me know if you want it more intense,” he teased, his tone dripping with seductive allure. With a deliberate yet enticing move, he pulled her closer, pressing his lips against hers in a demanding kiss that sent tremors of anticipation down her spine.
“Oh, yes! Fuck me on the staircase!” she cried out, her voice a symphony of unleashed longing and primal need, echoing through the room as they indulged in the intoxicating dance of desire and ecstasy.
In that moment, nothing else mattered. Not Marius, not the past, not the pain. There was only this man, his touch, and the overwhelming need to lose herself in the pleasure he could give her.
The closed-door provided a sense of seclusion, shielding them from prying eyes and ears. Lena couldn’t help but notice the rhythmic pattern of raindrops beginning to tap against the window, creating a soothing backdrop to their intimate encounter. It was as if nature itself conspired to add an extra layer of sensuality to the moment.
As the rain intensified outside, Lena’s anticipation grew, heightened by the magnetic presence of the man before her. His gaze was both commanding and inviting, promising a passionate escapade that would leave her breathless. The air was charged with anticipation, a palpable tension that seemed to mirror the storm brewing outside.
“Oh, it’s raining outside!” His voice was a husky whisper, filled with a hint of primal desire as he lifted her, his touch firm yet gentle, guiding her towards the staircase. The subtle scent of rain-kissed air mingled with the faint aroma of desire, creating an intoxicating blend that enveloped them.
“And you want me to fuck you here, huh!” His words were a playful challenge, igniting a fire within Lena that mirrored the storm raging outside. With a confident yet tantalizingly slow movement, he began to lower his pants, his gaze never leaving hers. Each inch of fabric descending felt like a countdown to ecstasy, building the tension between them to an almost unbearable level.
Lena, emboldened by the primal energy surrounding them, turned to face him. The lace of her crimson panties glistened with a hint of moisture, a testament to her arousal. His hands, deft and unhesitant, teased the delicate fabric before tearing it away with a single, decisive motion. The intimacy of the act sent a shiver of anticipation down Lena’s spine, her desire reaching a fever pitch as she surrendered to the tempestuous passion that awaited.
No words escaped Lena’s lips as the man took possession of her mouth in a fierce, demanding kiss. She wanted to speak, to protest, but she found herself unable to as his lips claimed hers with relentless passion.
At that moment, Lena knew that her life would never be simple again. The intensity of his kisses served as a stark reminder that she would pay dearly for the impulsive beginning she had initiated. What she started, she was certain, this stranger would finish.
As he moved against her, she felt the last remnants of her sorrow melt away, replaced by a fierce, consuming desire. And she knew, without a doubt, that she would keep him around. For as long as he could make her forget, she would let him.
*****
"Well, I'm grateful that you finally agreed to what I've been wanting for a while," Marius said with a tone of delight that couldn't be hidden. His happiness was palpable, and although I didn't admit it, I felt joy seeing him in such high spirits.
I smiled. "There's no problem with that. Do you think we need to buy anything for the house?" I asked.
Marius and I had agreed to stay in Bulacan for the meantime since he could drive from there to the office as he had a car. We would visit my house in Baguio when we had time.
And because that decision was sudden, I decided to grant Marius’s request to accompany him to the office. Afterward, we planned to head straight to the mall to buy some things for MJ.
“Is Nana Lourdes still at your house?” I asked Marius after a few moments had passed.
Despite the brief silence that lingered between us, there was still a cheerful atmosphere inside the car. I could still feel its positive effect on me.
There’s a special kind of happiness that blooms in my heart whenever Marius is lively and full of energy. And there’s an incomparable joy knowing that I am the cause or the catalyst behind his happiness, arising from a decision that came from me.
I get why he’s like that, and I understand why I am too. But maybe I don’t need to go over the reasons again. What truly matters to me right now is this decision, which, honestly, I didn’t force and will do willingly and from the depths of my heart.
"Nana Lourdes didn't come back home. I have a new caretaker there now. A young man I'm putting through high school," Marius shared, a subtle pride evident in his voice as he glanced at me, his eyes alight with a mixture of fondness and satisfaction.
"Really? Wow, that's nice to hear!" I exclaimed, genuinely pleased by this revelation. The thought of Marius taking care of someone's education warmed my heart, adding a layer of depth to his character that I admired even more.
"When you meet Donovan, I'm sure you'll be pleased with him. He's a very handsome young man. And incredibly kind," Marius continued, his smile growing wider as he spoke of Donovan.
"I trust your judgment," I replied softly, a sense of warmth and affection coloring my words. The way Marius spoke of Donovan, with such genuine admiration and care, reflected his compassionate nature, making me appreciate him even more in that moment.
As Marius returned his focus to driving, I found myself lost in the passing scenery outside the car window, my heart filled with a mix of contentment and admiration for the man beside me.
