Circe Isle Andino is one of the most decorated professional surfer. Surfing is her life. During the day, she spent hours and hours riding the waves, and at night she lay contented on her bed sleeping peacefully.
There's nothing she want more in her...
I don't know what happened. I don't know who moved first. One moment we were both breathing fire, and the next we were engulfed by it.
It was like any thoughts, any reasoning, flew far away from me. I don't remember what we were talking about or where we were. It's like everything that is me is now focused on one thing only, and that is to feel.
It was different from the kiss that we shared in Siargao. I wasn't just surrendering to the kiss, because this time I'm fighting just like he is. I wasn't letting the current take me, and instead I was making great waves of my own.
Coal pinned me to the glass wall as if our bodies weren't near enough. I echoed the same sentiment because I found myself wrapping my arms around his neck, clinging to him, and pressing my body to get closer than we already are.
Without breaking the kiss, he hoisted me up. I wrapped my legs around him, and a mewl escaped my lips when I felt his throbbing hardness in my center.
I want this. I need this.
It's been too long. Ang huling beses na nakaramdam ako ng ganito ay noong unang gabi pa na nagtagpo ang landas naming dalawa. Everything that I felt that night was something I never experience again.
Not with anyone. Not even with a battery-operated toy that rarely made its appearance. The only time that I get some relief is when I think of him. Ang bawat halik niya at bawat haplos, ang init ng hininga niya na tumatama sa balat ko... lahat ng pinaramdam niya sa akin ng gabing iyon.
He ground his trouser-clad hips on me, and our kiss momentarily halted when I threw my head back, my eyelids fluttering close.
Coal's gruff voice commanded me, "Eyes on me." I looked at him, heavy-lidded. I feel like I'm feverish—burning hot. "This is mine. The look you have when I kiss you, your heart beating loudly inside your chest, and your eyes glazed with want... all of these are mine."
Lalong lumalim ang paghinga ko nang maramdaman ko ang kamay niya na nakahawak sa binti ko na umakyat hanggang sa marating no'n ang pagitan ng hita ko.
My lips parted, and a sound fell from it when his hand went under my dress and he pulled aside my undies in one swift motion. His fingers immediately found the pooling heat between my legs, and without delay, he dipped one in the wetness.
Nagtama ang mga mata namin at kita ko roon ang mga salita na binitawan niya kanina. He didn't need to say it for me to understand. Soak. For him.
"It's... it's always been for you," I whispered, echoing the answer not just for his silent question but also the one he asked me the first time I gave myself to him. "I've always been yours."
