"You ready?" His breath, hot in her ears, sent Xhemin's pulse shooting through the heavens.
Xhemin swallowed probably all the liquid in her throat as she closed her eyes. Suddenly unable to move from his pressed in body or get her head around the fact that this could be the 'real thing' or whatever other people calls it. Her pulse hammered in her throat and for a moment she struggled to breathe let alone speak.
"Darryl…" She finally managed a squeeze out through a ragged breath. Holy cow was the beast really serious?
"Hmmm?" His purr was as sensual as it was dangerous. He moved again, his breathe crushing to the girl's neck, warming them and Xhemin knew by then she had no escape.
"Let me go…" A heated moan escape Xhemin's lips.
"We haven't even started yet" His voice, deep and sultry rang to Xhemin's ears sending mixed of feelings. There's that static again, that was crackling in the air that always happened whenever Darryl got in touch with her.
"O my God! Are we really doing this?" She gasped as her breathing became rapid and shallow. "I mean right here?"
"Don't you like it? Were one with the nature?" he teased, tickling the girl's ears with his nose. He was having a thorough pleasure smelling the girl's raw skin in her neck. Her scent was sweet and alluring, that got the boy intoxicated in a sweep of seconds.
"My grandpa will not like this" She murmured, as she felt Darryl's lips brushed in her bare skin, burning as they make a contact with her neck. As soon as his moist, plump lips imprinted on her neck, she lost all rational thought.
"Were not telling" He said simply, and his voice was very enthrallingly distant as if there's nothing that could make him stop and that he was lost in the moment.
The sensations that they were sharing got Xhemin's head spinning and made her sick to the pit of her stomach. Darryl moved again, and she knew one more touch of him in her skin will make everything break uncontrollably.
From her earlobe, his lips travelled softly, with just right hint of passion, to her neck and down to her collar bone and down he travelled...
Xhemin closed her eyes as she took all the pleasure he was giving her, but when his lips started travelling further down, she panicked and instant—without a word—her legs unconsciously break loose and sent a raging kick down to Darryl's lower body!
She managed to kick him. Hard!
"F*ck!" Darryl cursed in pain. Probably because the girl threw a kick at a time of panic, it was uncalculated, and it hit the man perfectly in his manhood.
Then the previous hot atmosphere fell, gone in an instant and whatever spell was there previously was now broken.
Finally free, Xhemin took the chance to finally escape, but even before she can move, the boy caught her wrist. His grip was firm and threatening and he was still wearing his naughty smile even though he grimaced a bit out of pain.
"You are not going anywhere milady" he grinned at her as he squeezed her arm "That hurts…"
"That suits you, pervert!" Xhemin cussed, annoyed at how the boy was playing tricks on her. She pulled her hands away from him and funnel all her strength into her feet and use it to walk away.
Soo ungentleman. She thought.
She found a bough in the other side of the stream and sat there with annoyance as she rested her hands to the roughness of the bough. She sat there for a moment, her back was at the boy who was still on the previous spot where he played on her. She steadied herself and breathe in the coldness of the breeze to suppress all the hot feeling that was rising on her.
She sat there for few minutes, not minding the beast, but after long a time, the quietness that settled in bothered her and made her wonder what the boy was doing. So, she turned her back to give him a glimpse.
Darryl was still there, lying motionless on the same spot as if he was sleeping.
She squinted at him and her face turn red, still mad at his previous act. She wondered why she'd have to chalk up with all of his annoying habits—why did she even like him in the first place? Can anyone give her an idea how did she came to like this beast? He's far to beast and unmanly!
"Darryl get up there!" She commanded, her voice seems not pleased with his idleness.
"hmmm" he responded shortly.
"Seriously?" The way he responded got Xhemin angrier. "Look at your pants, they are soaking wet…" She chided when she noticed that his feet were still in the stream while the rest of his body was in the dry ground.
But Darryl refused to head her call. He just lay there in silence, his arms covering his eyes from the sun and his body was spread there all over, almost bronze from spending time in the outside and the sight of them got Xhemin's inside twisting. No matter, even if she was mad at him, his presence especially with a body like that displayed all over in front of her had a dangerous potential to make her spontaneously combust.
What was he doing?
Xhemin raised her eyebrows as her mouth curved into what seemed like curiosity. What is the beast up to this time? Cannot endure the beast apathy, she went to where he was and stood over him.
"Hey..." She called while she crossed her arms looking down to him, but he didn't move. Ever annoyed, she kicked his shoulders lightly to get his attention.
Darryl moved his arms that was covering his eyes to meet the girl's gaze. To Xhemin's shock, the beast's eyes were calm, but it reflected some kind of pain.
"You are mean" There was a snarl to his words that suddenly made Xhemin feel wretched, even despite not having a clue what he was taking about. "Can't you see I'm hurt?" He added.
Xhemin bit her lips as guilt spattered all over her.