Before we split up
Chapter - 15th
Ayunda's legs pressed against the hips of Samudra, Ayunda's arms coiled around the neck of the Ocean as the Ocean devoured his mouth hungry and made him breathless.
The ocean made Ayunda reach the peak of her enjoyment, which she had just released a few minutes ago, but it was not enough. Ayunda wants more. He wants everything that is on him. I want it all over again, over and over again.
With support on one arm, Samudra made him tremble with a steel-hard erection. Just one touch, and the Ocean has made it addictive, Ayunda needs a bidder that only the Ocean can give.
“Your book,” urges Ayunda, he really wants to feel the naked body of the Ocean with his fingers.
The ocean slightly retreated, pulling his shirt over his shoulder and removing it from overhead. Vibration jolted Ayunda as the muscular body again plastered visibly before her and the solidly sculpted naked body was once again nearby.
Ayunda leaned towards the Ocean letting her tongue explore and bit at the muscular curves.
Samudra sighed with hissing, “Ayunda, I want to enter your body again.”
Samudra took off Ayunda's clothes, and immediately stripped Ayunda of her miniskirt, with a very impatient hand waiting for Ayunda to do it herself. And Ayunda was already*ng, only wearing soft beaded sandals with high heels and open toes.
“Above. Bed.” The ocean pulled Ayunda to her bare chest, stood up, then climbed the steps two-two until they reached the third floor. The ocean circled the corner of his house, carried Ayunda through the door and reached for a switch on the wall, leaving them trapped in darkness.
Ayunda pulled off the hooks of her two legs that encircled the hips of the Ocean, then slumped down and stood before the Ocean.
Ayunda hurriedly reached out her hand reaching for the chest that was fielding, touching the muscles behind it. Then shift down to sneak behind the zipper pants. Touching the hardened masculinity of the Ocean, he then grasped it.
“A-yun-da-," the name was mentioned in a heavy growl.
The ocean put away Ayunda's hand, then took off her pants and pulled Ayunda firmly towards her, she carried Ayunda across the room.
Then Samudra pressed him on the mattress and opened Ayunda's thigh with his knees, then Samudra looked at him, as their gaze met. “You want more, baby?"
That night, Samudra tried to seduce Ayunda carefully and patiently, exerting all the sensual skills he had to make Ayunda******* as he broke through the thin barrier.
"I want to feel you in my body again, just like before.” Ayunda looked into the eyes of the Ocean and swept her fingers across the tight skin of her chest. “Tree.”
Little by little the Ocean pushes into Ayunda's body, forcing Ayunda to realize the Ocean's arousal from a sensual attack on each nerve vein that prepares to explode and bubble. It's too good, more than I wanted.
“Do you enjoy it, Ayunda?” pressed Samudra with clenched teeth, his voice was raucous, while his manhood hit Ayunda and his groin urged Ayunda's sensitive point.
“Ya.” still feels pain due to the incredible size of the Ocean, although this time both they did and Ayunda has been stimulated completely, he said, entering Ayunda's body with a pressure that made her beg to stop and weld more.
“Tell me,” Samudra again growled in Ayunda's ears, then tilted Ayunda's hips to head deeper.
“Ya,” pekik Ayunda again. “I really enjoyed it” So delicious. Once deep, Ayunda gripped the Ocean, her inner muscles clamping down on the favors of Ocean manhood.
The wet friction spurred Ayunda's sensitive nerves to scream in agonizing pleasure as her lips brimmed, moaning silently. Another full push, another deafening scream, another pull back and over again. It's also getting faster.
The jaws of the Ocean clenched as it tried to survive the agonizing pleasure in its every move. Ayunda is so tight. So voluptuous and wet, a sense of pleasure surrounds it that there is no way the Ocean can survive. In every agonizing push into the gentle crevice of Ayunda, in every deep plunge, every grip of Ayunda's body that drove her mad and twisted her manhood grew firmer, the Ocean felt it.
Ayunda is his.
Mine.
In every moan of pleasure. Every movement back and forth in the clutches of Ayunda.
Mine.
No one can touch Ayunda.
Mine.
No one can make Ayunda desire.
Mine.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
The ocean pumps faster, groaning in the clutches of Ayunda. Stabbing deeper. Pushing harder, until Ayunda's body throbbed in arousal, Ayunda's thighs clamped her hips while Ayunda's fingers clawed at her shoulders. It was very delicious, too delicious, and waves of passion Ayunda was thrown strong, his neck looked back, his lips opened and panting, satisfied until out of breath, until finally Ayunda managed to say one word.
“Samudra.”
Then dissolve in a strong desire.
Well-favoured. Ayunda charms in his satisfaction. And since his blood had burned passion, Ocean wanted to enjoy this moment. He harmonizes his dream rhythm with the waves of passion Ayunda and then withdraws. And looked at Ayunda drowning in desire and preparing to do it again.
For Samudra. Only for him.
Ayunda's breathing returned to normal, and was calm. And under the pale sweep of starlight emanating from the curtainless window, the Ocean saw Ayunda's tears flowing.
“Ah, Ayunda,” whispered, while sliding his elbow to wipe the damp luster of the Ayunda temple. “Do not regret this.”
Ayunda blinked at him, gently rubbed his jaw and shook his head. “No. I can't possibly regret it.”
“Then why are you crying?”
Ayunda's lips smiled trembling, a fragility that made the Ocean increasingly care for Ayunda.
“Happiness... ” Ayunda gulped, returned the gaze of the Ocean, revealed his emotions in a way that could make the chest of the Ocean out of breath.
Why can Ayunda still make her heart beat like this? Making him feel like a king, when all the evidence is there, leads to all the mistakes he has done over the years.
The ocean looked down at Ayunda's eyes, and saw hope as well as joy, and felt Ayunda's bodily response in her body. When he learned that Ayunda was happy at this time, the Ocean understood him more than he could have imagined.
Ayunda's knees moved higher on the hips of the Ocean, his fingers cruising on the shoulders of the Ocean. Ayunda raised an eyebrow, flirting sincerely. “You are not satisfied, Samudra?”
“But.” The ocean quickly bit the lip of Ayunda's ranum, then began to move her hips. “So did you.” and they went back to repeating it again.
Ayunda stood on the balcony of Ocean's room, watching the sea roll and churn, spewing foam into the night sky. He woke up half an hour ago, his heart was racing, and his body felt alive. Unable to go back to sleep and too agitated to remain lying down, he slipped from the warm embrace of the Ocean and fumbled in dimness until he found something to wear.
It turned out to be one of Ocean's formal shirts that was too big. The smooth cotton stroked her skin from shoulder to thigh, teasing her sensitive skin with the fond memories they had made. Which the Ocean had given him. And how great is that gift. What they did was pure pleasure. Without coercion or obligation or responsibility or other heavy burden.
Ayunda shook her head, hoping to find words that could make the Ocean understand how tonight had changed everything. But how can it? The ocean has been living her life without her since they separated. Not with Ayunda. No matter how hard he tried, no matter how successfully he built a career, the gaping hole remained in the middle of his existence, a dark abyss that prevented anyone from approaching him.
But at the moment of thinking that, he instead glanced at the sleeping man behind him, and endured the growing pain within his chest.
He could not give up on the pain.
Their togetherness this time, in the end, was only to close the door of a long wait on the sheet of their lives. End their marriage with the beauty that precedes it.
But tonight he still has the Ocean.
Ayunda approached the bed, and taking off his shirt, he just wanted a touch of skin with skin between them. The mattress below him slid as he stared at the sleeping Ocean. The ocean pulled Ayunda's body even though her eyes were still asleep.
He pulled the edge of the blanket to cover his body, placed his head on a pillow and felt the heavy pull of the strong arm of the Ocean embracing him, pulling him into a hug.
******* quietly pop out of Ayunda's lips and he closes his eyes in the context of warm, intimate sensations.
The ocean was half asleep, perhaps not even realizing which body of the woman was in her bed. But that's not a problem. The heat of the arm that hugged her felt so delicious, she would accept it.
Then, as it floated down in the delights of the subconscious in a place where even the wildest and most forbidden dreams could be realized, a breath struck his hair and the murmuring of his name sounded.
"Yund"
