(18+) Smooth Xscape (Complete)

Ch. 19: Suggestion

"I was that bad, huh."
It was a statement, not a question.
"Even worse than Mr. Jackson?"

He looked down in shame, but I lifted his chin so he could look at me.

"It's okay, Michael. It just... It all piled up and became too much in such a short matter of time. And when we had to escape again..."

"Speaking of which..." he started, and looked around.
"Where are we?"

"Cuba. And according to a road sign I saw yesterday, we're close to Maria Gorda. I'm not sure, though. I haven't had the time to ask. We just crashed into this barn after the blimps and the cows and we had to..."

"Rewind, rewind! Cuba? Blimps?! Cows?!"

I giggled a little.

"Yeah... But according to Geeksy, they weren't really blimps, but hot air balloons. It's just me being too lazy to say that long word all the time. And the cows... I'll tell you more about that later."

I looked at him, finally allowing my face to free itself from its sad folds.

"There it is," Michael whispered, touching my lips tenderly with his thumb while cupping my cheek.
"There's that beautiful smile."

He leaned forward to the point that he was almost kissing me, but instead just grazed my lips until I felt shiverings shake my body lightly. The sensation made me smile even more, and mirrored Michael's seducing smirk, as we both felt how the heat between us lit a fire like a candle comes to life with a spark from a match. And as if someone suddenly had given us permission to give in to our growing desires, he finally crashed against my lips, while the weight of his body slowly pushed me down on the couch.

I moaned his name, when his hands started to explore my curves. And I moaned again, when he placed himself between my legs. We were still fully clothed, but we were already making so passionate love that it numbed our senses. He grasped around my hips before his hands went down to cup my butt cheeks, and he lustfully pulled my pelvis towards his, so I could feel how he longed for me. I inhaled sharply, and he smiled against my lips.

"So beautiful..." he breathed with a raspy voice, and it was like he was speaking directly to my area. And as if it was a command for me to return his gestures, my hands found their way underneath his large hoodie, caressing the slim, but toned features of his torso. He rolled his hips, so his still growing bulge made a pleasant pressure towards my area, and I involuntarily writhed a little underneath him. My hands went around and up his back, feeling his broad shoulders and his muscles flexing under his smooth, warm skin, and he breathed heavily against my neck as he kissed his way down to my collarbone, as far as my sweater let him. And then he returned to my lips again, while he thrusted slowly against my entrance.

But just as we were about to start removing our clothes, we heard the sounds of heavy footsteps outside, and I was thrown back to reality within seconds. I gently pushed Michael off me, both of us literally panting from arousal, and he groaned in objection before he understood why I made him stop.

"Ennio... Emanuel..." I breathed.
"Get up!"

Michael's cheeks flushed bright pink, and he shook his head.

"Uhm... I can't get up...just now. Give me a few minutes."

He giggled in embarrassment and looked down at his poorly hidden erection. Then he tried to adjust himself, but frowned. And with a short glance at me, he snuck a peak down into his sweatpants.

"Whatta....?! Lace panties?! Pink....? How...?"

"Shh!" I shushed the moment the door handle turned, and the two Cubans stepped inside.