Chapter 38
Chapter 38:
I wiped his mess off the leather sofa with my shirt and pulled my lover into my embrace. My cock was still half-hard when I pushed back inside him, and Oscar let out the faintest moan as I cradled him until my erection softened and slipped out.
“My little cum slut wanted to be stuffed with my cum, didn’t you?” I whispered, peppering kisses along his neck. He whimpered and nodded wantonly, offering me more of his neck to kiss.
“Fuck, you’re so perfect for me, aren’t you, Oscar?” I said, my voice low and filled with affection.
“I love you,” he blurted out suddenly.
His words made both of us stiffen, as if he had just realized what he’d said aloud. “I… I mean,” he stammered, his face flushing.
“Oscar, baby,” I paused to kiss his temple. “I love you too p>
It was true. I hadn’t wanted to say it, knowing things could never be more than this between us, even though I wanted so much more for him. But looking at him, I couldn’t hold back. It was what I truly felt.
“Ghazi,” he turned around to kiss me, which quickly led to a race toward another round of orgasms. He begged me to fill him with my load again.
“I want to sleep with you inside me,” he whispered, his dirty words unraveling something deep within me. It made me want to claim him completely. Mine. He’s mine.
That night, I filled him two more times, and he was still leaking with my load when we were finally too exhausted to move. When morning came, I spent the time cherishing him, lying lazily in bed until we both decided we couldn’t go without nourishment any longer. Wanting to adore him fully, I told him to stay in bed while I called room service and had our personal chef prepare brunch. I also arranged for the maid to clean the master bedroom. While the hotel staff took care of everything, I ushered Oscar to the privacy of the outdoor Jacuzzi for a relaxing dip before we started our day.
There were many kisses, laughter, and plenty of playful, intimate moments before I decided we were wrinkled enough and should get out of the Jacuzzi. We wrapped ourselves in fluffy bathrobes and enjoyed our brunch together.
In the evening, we snuggled up on the couch, sipping wine and watching movies. We were so content in each other’s company that the outside world seemed to fade away. As we enjoyed the warmth of the fireplace, I took Oscar’s hand, slowly caressing his knuckles as if I had all the time in the world. I looked deeply into his eyes and said, “I wish we could have this back at home.” My voice was heavy with emotion, and he returned the same level of affection, kissing my lips with such tenderness that we ended up in a series of lazy caresses before he rested his head back on my chest.
“Ghazi, you don’t know how much you mean to me,” he replied, squeezing my hand as he tilted his head to face me. His eyes bore deeply into mine, searching for something before he leaned in for another kiss. I could feel my insides bursting with the need to have him. All this raw emotion made me ache for him, even though I already had him. My body buzzed with more needs, more hunger. It was as if I were starving for him. For us.
During the night, I lay awake, watching him sleep peacefully, as though he had no care in the world. My mind dreaded the moment we would have to return to reality. I didn’t want us to be apart, even though I knew, realistically, it was impossible.
This secret getaway was all we could have for our future.
As I looked at his handsome face resting peacefully on the pillow next to mine, a deep longing stirred inside me. I wanted more than this life for us. I wanted to keep him happy, to sleep and wake up next to him every day—maybe even for the rest of our lives.
“I’ve spent my whole life feeling like I’m missing something,” he confessed one evening as we lounged after dinner.
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