331 I Want You

Sensing my response, Michael chuckled, his actions becoming even more unrestrained. His p*nis was filled with blood and erected, and he pointed his sword at me.

Other than my coat that Michael pulled open, we were dressed neatly. Even though there were two layers of fabric, I could feel the shape of that thing. It was very thick and long, pressing heavily on my clitoris, exuding a fervent heat.

It was a male’s sexual organ.

I was making love with Michael.

This realization made me excited and nervous at the same time. At this moment, some images of Michael and General Lovecraft alone together appeared in my mind. They were all brand new, and I had never seen them before.

What was this? Where were they?

This was the first time I was in a daze while intimate with Michael. The doubt lingering in my heart for a long time resurfaced. I tried my best to drive these images out of my mind. No, I shouldn’t make any unnecessary thoughts, and I shouldn’t make any meaningless suspicions.

Today was a night to bury the hatchet. Michael and I should celebrate with physical revelry and clear away all the dark clouds of the past.

Subconsciously, I was terrified that I would continue to look into these images. I would rather believe that everything Michael said was the truth. I subconsciously reached out to hold Michael, closed my eyes, and let myself sink back into Michael’s raindrop-like kisses.

Michael held my lips and kissed me deeper. His hot body pressed against me, and his palm slid down my waistline. He unbuttoned my jeans and touched my slight wetness.

It was a slender hand with distinct joints.

He picked up a candle from the table and handed it to another man. The man was wearing a hood, so his face couldn’t be seen clearly. My breathing became more and more rapid, and my body trembled.

Even Michael’s kiss couldn’t get me to focus. I couldn’t control the images that appeared in my mind at all.

Michael’s body, face, fingers, and every part of his body had all kinds of strange scenes and images, and every frame made me tremble in fear.

I opened my eyes and looked at Michael’s face. I tried to use the image in front of me to drive away the image in my mind and use the pleasure of my body to replace the panic in my heart, but it was all useless.

I felt extremely tormented.

I didn’t know when, but the sexual desire that Michael stirred up just now had quietly subsided. I even felt my stomach was spasming, and I almost wanted to vomit.

However, it should not happen now.

I didn’t want to ruin the relationship with Michael that had just been eased for my own sake.

This thought strongly dominated my will.

I furrowed my brows as breathing became extremely difficult in my struggle. I tried my best not to do anything that would spoil the mood. For example, at this moment, I would flip Michael over.

Forget.

Forget about those things.

I told myself this repeatedly.

Under this brainwashing-like self-hypnosis, it was very difficult for me to feel Michael’s fingers’ movement and my body’s heat again. I tried to relax and spread my legs open in front of Michael.

But at this moment, I felt my body become lighter. Michael propped up his body and took his hand out of my pants.

After I stopped coming into contact with Michael, those images no longer hit my mind.

My stiff body suddenly relaxed, but I also felt a contradictory sense of panic.

“What’s wrong?” I pretended to be confused.

“I’m not doing it today.”

“Why?”

My voice trembled a little. I didn’t want Michael to see my abnormality. I reached out to grab Michael and looked up to kiss him.

“It’s done.” Michael gently grabbed my hand and stopped me from moving.

His voice was still hoarse from lust, and it was incredibly charming. He paused and said helplessly, “You’ve been out the whole day. Did you catch a cold and feel uncomfortable? Why didn’t you tell me?”

I was stunned for a moment. The panic in my heart disappeared by quite a bit when I reacted.

Did he think that I was so stiff because I was too tired?

I thought for a moment. Then, I leaned over again. Under Michael’s gaze, I wrapped my hand around Michael’s penis. It still maintained an amazing heat. I rubbed it repeatedly and used my other hand to pull Michael back inch by inch.

“I want you. Let’s continue.”

I longed for Michael’s body. I wanted to embrace this real heat, throw away all the messy thoughts in my mind, and abandon the unpleasant things that happened in the morning.

I needed this.

I encouraged Michael with my warm gaze and felt his hot chest covering my body again.

This time, no images appeared. I knew I could do it.

I indulged myself in the waves. Such intimate physical union was enough to prove that Michael and my heart were always together.