Isaiah looked into Aurélia's eyes and they seemed to bore into her own soul, his fingers pressed against her jawline. His another hand moved inside Aurélia's pants, his fingers all sucked inside her pussy. He started pumping his finger so hard in her clitoris of her vagina, and all Aurélia could do is to moan Isaiah's name.
"My hand feels the warmth of your wet, I fuck'n swear." Isaiah whispered. "I know, I fuck'n know." Aurélia said with a murmur. "Aurélia, all I need is for you to say please Isaiah fuck me, fuck me so hard without us counting." Isaiah said his voice low and husky.
"Then you have to undress me, because I'm lame in this." Aurélia replied.
Isaiah unbuttoned Aurélia's t-shirt, his eyes landed on her braless breasts. He grabbed her breasts and squeezed them together and started sucking her nipples as if he's sucking something different he has never tasted before. Aurélia's moaning would only make Isaiah to keep on what he was doing.
"That's what I fuck'n need from my little pony. I need my baby girl to moan for me, showing me her gratitude, I love you Aurélia." Isaiah said with a murmur.
The more he was sucking her breasts, the more his cock got hard. Isaiah touched Aurélia's nape with his hand and raised her from his laps. Isaiah stood up, unzipped his fly and took out his erected penis.
Aurélia also undressed off her t-shirt, and her underwear. Both of them naked. Isaiah carried her again to the couch, mounted himself and used Aurélia's hand to slip him inside her. Once he was inside, he began a quick motion only Aurélia could do is moan loudly.
"Is it hurting baby? I don't want to hurt my baby." Isaiah asked. Aurélia nodded her head and smiled as she replied.
"Fucking me harder is all my pleasure, Isaiah. But I need to make it a pleasure when I'm the one taking the initiative." Aurélia replied. She mounted herself, and Isaiah was down on the couch this time. Put Isaiah's dick in her mouth.
Isaiah tried to move, but it felt as if his body was tied down by invisible threads. He felt himself growing big and hard inside her mouth. Aurélia's tongue was long and soft and seemed to wrap itself around him. "I never knew that my little pony is a sex superstar." Isaiah said, his voice soft.
She then quickly put his dick inside her pussy. She began a slow rotation of her hips. Aurélia riding atop of Isaiah, looking like a soft, gigantic mushroom that had silently poked it's face up through the dead leaves on the ground and opened under the sheltering wing of her vagina which felt cold and the same time warm.
It tried to envelope him, to draw him in, and at the same time to press him out. His erection grew larger and harder. "You're really fuck'n enjoying everything huh?" Isaiah whispered in Aurélia's ear. "Of course, I'm enjoying, the more you kiss and suck my nipples while we're fuck'n each other, the more it will be juicy." Aurélia said, murmuring and moaning.
Everything unfolded in slow motion that night with Aurélia and Isaiah, who seemed to hate each other since the semesters of their University began. It was utterly unexpected when she accepted the reality situation, that she was sleeping the bad boy of Oakwood, the most hated person she has ever received in her life.
In stillness of the night as they were sleeping, Aurélia couldn't help but wonder how she ended up sleeping and enjoying herself with Isaiah whom she always hated. She smiled and pinched him, playfully. "What a heck? Why have you pinched me instead of..?" Isaiah asked but he's question was cut.
"Instead of what? You deserved it anyway." Aurélia replied acting so cute. Isaiah took a glance at her and smiled, he quickly kissed her lips and pretended back to sleep.
"You're a one-man circus of chaos! What have you done to my lips scammer?" Aurélia teased, playfully rapping Isaiah on the head with her knuckles.
Aurélia smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she gazed at the sleeping form of Isaiah. She nodded her head, wondering if he was genuinely asleep or just pretending.
With a gentle movement, she settled onto his stomach, feeling the warmth and comfort radiating from his body. The gentle pressure on her was soothing, and as she relaxed, she began to feel her eyelids growing heavy, sleepiness washing over her.
She woke up to the warmth of her blanket on a lazy Saturday morning, wondering how she'd ended up in her bed. Perhaps it was just a long, a deep sleep. Typically, a Saturday would mean a free day from work and lectures, a chance to unwind. But this morning felt different from the usual mornings especially it was a weekend.
For the first time, she found herself waking up in her own home with someone she'd never lived with before.
She found herself still wearing the t-shirt she'd had on the night before. A gentle smile spread across her face as she opened her bedroom window, letting in a burst of fresh air. She grabbed her towel and headed to the bathroom, eager to refresh herself and kick-start her weekend.
As she stood under the warm shower, her mind began to wander. She couldn't shake off the feeling that the person she'd spent the night with might have already left, perhaps without even saying goodbye. The thought saddened her- had he used her and then gone back home? She hurried through her shower, her movements swift and efficient.
Once dressed, Aurélia made her way downstairs to the living room. The silence was palpable as she scanned the space, peeking into the kitchen and the guest room. Her face fell as she sat down at the dining table, disappoinment etched on her features. But as she looked around, she noticed something that caught her attention the entire house was spotless.
And then, she saw it: Isaiah's phone, sitting quietly on the dining table. A wave of relief washed over her. But her relief was quickly replaced by confusion–where had he gone, and why had he left his phone behind? Isaiah's phone was always an extension of him; it was hard to imagine him without it.
Aurélia's mind was filled with questions, and she couldn't help but wonder what had really happened after that night.