“Starving,” I complain.
"Let's see what there is to eat,” he takes me back in his arms.
"You do know we did it a little while ago, right?" I reminded.
He shrugs, "I want to carry you in my arms." He kissed my lips, that single kiss already turns me on.
"Aren't we doing this very intimate?" I ask when I realize how much pampering we treat each other.
"No," he answers, cutting the subject, "well ... You can do whatever you want." He says as I stand up. I check the refrigerator and decide on a sandwich. "Would you like something?" I ask without looking at him.
"I am satisfied with the views you offer me."
Feeling the cold on my body makes all the hair on my skin stand up, “what are you doing?!” I asked when I was naked. "Why did you remove the sheet from me?" I frown and he looks at my body without paying attention to my question.
“It hurts much?” He asks, looking at my sex, I am uncomfortable by the look from him. Sure it hurts; you fucked me like an animal. I answer in my mind.
"No, you are very fond of it, Mr. Hamann,” I smirk and his face makes me stifle a laugh.
"I want to keep having you to myself." His tone as always is demanding.
“I do not think that's possible,” I answer with complete calm, while I prepare the sandwich.
“I'll pay you.”
I look at him and a smile is drawn on my lips, he has offended me a lot, “what makes you think your money will change my mind? Have you ever thought that I might not want to be with you for other reasons?” I look down his body and stop at his crotch, my smile turning mocking.
“What are you insinuating? What does not satisfy you as a man? Here it is!” There is his pride as a pained male.
"Oh ... you said it, not me,” a laugh comes out of my mouth at his gesture, without thinking he rushes against me and his mouth in less than nothing is already claiming mine, he takes me in his arms and puts me in four on the cold countertop of the kitchen drawers.
"I'll show you who I am." Damn, his tone turns me on right away; this man is addictive and bad for my health. His cock enters my soaked cavity, he still has to strain to insert it, the pain gives way to pleasure. "You don't like this?" He shoves into me hard. “Isn't this the most delicious thing you've ever had?” The heat is increasing, his bites on my shoulders make me scream.
"Yes ... It's the most delicious thing," I say between groans, "it's the only one I've ever tasted. Aaahhh!” I scream at the turn he's taking, he has become a beast. "But I may try a better one."
The spanking from him resonates, making a companion to our moans, that gesture excites me too much, I did not think that I could like that. “You won't find a better one than me, you never will,” he gives me another hard spanking and it's all for me to come, “I like it when I leave my marks on your skin.” I don't say more, I let myself be done by him.
"Aaahhh, Kahin ...!" I shouted.
"Damn, Marilí, you provoke me too much," he growls in my ear, "your body must always belong to me." I don't like hearing that, but the orgasm that invades my body blocks me, my legs start to shake and fail me, he holds me by the hips and every second he increases his thrusts. “Fuck,” he yells and then kisses my back as he comes in me. Totally tired and lying on the counter, he lies on top of me.
"You ... You came inside me." I whisper and feel him get off me, without letting go he turns me over and kisses me.
"We'll solve it in the morning,” he kissed me again.
“It's okay,” I look at him seriously and still suffocated by the aftermath, “the next time you hit me, I'll leave you without balls," I threaten him without games.
“Did you like it?” He kissed my neck, “you're right, but I'm not willing to play that game."
"I couldn't say anything because of how wild you were penetrating me,” I frowned.
"Stop the bad temper,” he said while still caressing my body.
"Then don't make me mad,” when I feel that my legs can hold me, I move away from him to finish my sandwich, my sex hurts, I shouldn't have provoked him that way.
When I finished my sandwich and forced him to eat with me, we went to the room where he makes love to me like crazy, I never believed that that man at his damn age could have that much strength, he is making me swallow my words.
"Damn," he gasps in a choppy voice, we're both tired and sweaty. "You move too well," I smile at what he said, "I'll let you ride me more often."
A current runs through my belly, making love with this man is addictive, “wow, Mr. Hamann ... A virgin is dominating you and that shouldn't be,” I scoffed.
"You always have to say something," he growls, "see you tomorrow,” he gets out of bed and puts on his sleeping pants. What is he doing?
"Will you leave me here alone?" I look at him in disbelief.
"We won't sleep together, that would make it more intimate,” he frowns, then leans down and kisses me. "The canvas and the paintings are in the corner." He pointed to them and I nod without saying anything, I see him leave the room. I lie on my back and look at the ceiling, my sex hurts, my body is satisfied and my morale now that I think about it is destroyed, I cheated on my boyfriend and as if that were not enough I am enjoying it as I had no idea.
Tired of thinking and unable to sleep, I put on my underwear and prepare to draw the room, I stand at the door to have a better vision and a better angle, the Disney music at full volume helps me in my concentration. I don't know how long it takes until I feel my earpiece plugged out.
"What are you listening to?" He asks, hugging me from behind. "What is this music?" He laughs derisively.
“It's “Libre soy” from Frozen,” I look at him, he looks beautiful just waking up, he sleeps very little, “I like Disney,” I shrugged.
“You have not slept?” I remove the other hearing aid and nodded.
"I want to finish this today,” I smile. "Come on, I want you in that bed." He raises an eyebrow, “no, not crazy!” I raise an eyebrow and smile sweetly at him, "wouldn't Mr. Hamann like me to have a memory of our exciting and pleasant night? Wouldn't it be more gratifying for you to have it marked not only on my skin but also on a canvas which will go directly to the wall in front of my bed?” I caress the bare back of him with the pencil and then kiss him. "Come on, Mr. Hamann, don't be a coward."
His gesture hardens and mine softens more, "I hate that you do that," he growls and without caring about anything, he takes off the pants he was wearing and is totally naked, I see him lie down and my smile grows more, "if you're going to have me immortalized, let it be naked."
It makes me laugh, “you could get naked for an incentive, right?” I shake my head.