WYNTER JUAREZ
Oh, God! Yes! Kahit huwag na tayong lumabas sa kwartong 'to. Just f*ck me all you want, I whispered to myself.
Iyon talaga ang gusto kong sabihin sa kaniya, but I can't manage. I just stared at him habang nakapuwesto pa rin siya roon sa pagitan ng mga hita ko.
I bit my lower lip. I wanted to. Gustung-gusto ko pa rin kahit ramdam ko na ang p@nanakit ng katawan ko sa kagabi pa lang na nangyari sa amin. I wanted to have him on top of me, inside me, chest pushing me into the mattress and his arms snaked around my body. That feeling of security, of finally belonging that seemed to get more intense the closer he got to me.
"Gusto ko pa." Sabay baba ng kamay ko para abutin ang isa niyang braso—the one he was holding himself up on, saka ko iyon bahagyang hinaplos bago ituloy ang
