Best Defense

Wild Love's.

It was almost eight o'clock in the night when Mia and I finished the jigsaw puzzle piece arrangement that had been in the middle of the room. I never brought that thing into this house, and I don't think Sean did either. Ah, maybe one of his friends who put it there and forgot to take it again when they came home, or was it deliberately left because they were coming back? I don't know.

I set foot into the backyard, the air that was cold enough to make me close my robe while rubbing my own arm. The sky looked dark, there was only a faint cloud of cloud that looked like a giant roll of deep-coloured tapestry as if someone had dipped it in black ink.

I close my robe once more, breathing out a dewy breath while looking around the backyard. I haven't seen Sean in an hour, the last time he said he'd add old electric engine oil to the role of the only source of life in this forest, but the cottage where the machine is located looks dark. Anyway, how could he have been there for an hour.

Maybe it'll rain tonight. This is not a bad thing. Not at all. And I'm not worried about getting wet. I'm still upset with Sean and hold on to sulking to this point and I hope tonight's rainwater sweep will make my mood slightly improve.

My father used to say it when we visited my grandmother in Solo. At that time I was upset because Ed teased me by destroying houses that I had not built long ago. He deliberately kicked her until the houses collapsed and fell apart. I was so angry at him and came out without saying anything.

I was sitting on a swing hanging from an acacia tree when my father came and he landed his ass on another swing. We were silent for a while, then he said those words. "When you're upset, and raindrops drench your face, you'll feel calmer, Panda. And your one hope will be realized." he muttered as he looked up at the sky.

I only glanced at her glance, not replying to her words. Then, suddenly either because of his words or because of another, it rained. I was about to run towards the house, but my father held my hand. "You can prove what you just said" she smiled at me.

It turns out he was right, I felt a little calmer. My frustration seemed to evaporate swept away by the rain that flushed my body.

I will never forget the little and trivial things he taught me. He is not my father, but he has the biggest place in my heart because of the time we spend too much. Ah, I miss him now.

The first drops of rain started hitting my face, I closed my eyes and automatically curled my lips upwards as my mind wandered back to recall the moment when my father and I heard 'rain music' for the first time. I raised my head to feel even more, it felt like I was under a giant shower. And everything melted into one as the water came down on my face.

For a moment I thought. If hope can really materialize, all I want now is for Sean to come with me, stand with me at this time and feel the pleasure of a touch of rain.

I frowned and opened my eyes when I suddenly felt someone touch my cheek. I stared with widened eyes, not believing that my hopes had actually materialized. Sean stood before me, his black hair wet with rainwater, and his blue eyes looked at me between a mix of confusion and anxiety.

"What are you doing? Why stand in the rain?" He spoke loudly to the sound of rain.

I looked at him like he was not real. I didn't move, nor speak. God, I miss this creature in front of me.

The rain was increasingly pounding the flap of the mantle he used, leaving a trail of dark stains wider on its surface. He exhaled impatiently while shaking my body slowly. "Let's go inside. You'll have a fever if you keep standing here." I just kept quiet as he pulled me into the house, then sat me down in the wooden kitchen chair.

He galloped into the room picking up a towel and directly wrapped it around my body. I looked at him and realized he was looking at me. "I just got back from the barn to pick up the rest of the fuel" he said softly. "You okay?"

I blinked and turned my eyes reluctantly to the kitchen cabinet. "It's just rain" I said slowly, and after that I didn't speak anymore.

We were silent for quite a while. Silence is torturous, if I may add. I observed Sean heating the water on the stove. He was so calm, but there was something on his face. I don't know, but it makes me nervous. What the hell is he thinking?

Sean was opening the cabinet and took out two tea bags from there when I got back to talking. "Do you like memories? I have all my father's memorabilia, all his favorite things in his life." He looked, looking at me. His mouth curved, and I saw a flash of surprise flash across his eyes before he quickly turned his gaze staring at the tea bag again.

"Well, not really" she replied lightly.

He's correct. There is nothing worse than a memory, it is something that will follow you for life. And most of them, are the worst.

"I think I prefer the present, more manageable" he said.

I just nodded without speaking, looking stiffly at the buzzing stainless steel water pitcher, trying to avoid eye contact with him. And that attitude made him tease me. "So, I guess we're both okay now?" I looked back, with a questioning look and both eyebrows raised.

"You hate me for that psychiatrist thing, remember?" I was dumbfounded while he smiled looking at my expression which might be laughable. I was annoyed with her, but now it was no longer because of the psychiatrist, but instead she called my name as an excuse to arrest Mia.

"No, no, I've never been. That's probably not what I mean." I spoke quickly in one breath.

"So, what do you mean, Franda?" he said calm, putting on a face as smooth as possible.

"I don't like your idea of a psychiatrist, but I don't think it's okay to see someone between them" I said. "At any rate, I think hate is a misinterpretation." I looked at her softly at her eyes that were as blue as the ocean.

He cut my sentence. "So, are you disappointed in me?"

"I'm not saying that. I mean, I don't even know what I'm expecting from you to be disappointed," I laughed awkwardly as I shook my head in disbelief at my own words.

Sean brought two glasses of tea that had just been brewed, then placed one in front of me. He took a seat opposite me as his eyes fixed on me. If the point of his gaze was to want to draw me into his mind, then he succeeded. Because I can't take my eyes off of him.

"I'm sorry because of my childish attitude, meeting a psychiatrist really made me uncomfortable. I've done it, almost every day I have to be stuck with them. But nothing has changed for me. Either because I was a child and subconsciously rejected everything they said, or indeed because they were just saying nonsense. I don't know."

Sean smiled gently, so gently that I felt like biting her sexy lips. Next to her hand held up the glass, then sipped tea without taking my eyes off me. Being stared at like that by her, I felt restless as well as excited. My body that was cold now began to heat up due to the naughty sweep of his eyes.

"No problem, Franda. Let's just say it's your lucky day because I accept your apology, but don't get used to it." I laughed when he flinched.

"Well, I'll remember it well." I said, raising the glass with both hands. My eyes closed so sweetly that sugar and warm tea comforted my throat, even I sighed softly because it was delicious.

I flinched when Sean suddenly cupped my cheek, my hands trembled, even nearly dropping my tea glass. I was getting burned when Sean kissed me before I could even open my eyes. I've often felt his mouth in my mouth, but still I get nervous every time we do that.

My hands trembled holding the glass firmly while my feet moved uneasily. Sean's mouth and tongue movements made me wet and throbbing. I let her enjoy my lips while I also felt good because of the sweep of her lips. She was so sweet.it was so thrilling, and I was always crazy for her warm kiss.

I subconsciously moved my palm to his neck, holding his head to stay within my reach, making Sean smile with satisfaction in my mouth. Her soft caress made me drift and fall asleep to the point that I forgot that Mia was with us.

I staggered and our kiss came off when Sean suddenly lifted my body, then walked to carry me into the room. I responded by wrapping my legs around her hips, then continuing our kiss again until Sean threw my body in bed.

I was about to grab his head again but Sean held back the movement of my hand, then locked both of my hands over his head with one hand while the other one moved wildly down my face. "I want to worship you so much, Franda." he groaned. His eyes wildly scanned my face. "But I think you prefer punishment."

My breath choked at the very erotic announcement from his mouth, tickling my nerves. My face was hot with a fierce passion storming. My hips moved uneasily, and I sighed. "Yes, your punishment is more favourable than any offering." I challenge you.

Sean growled, his jaw gritted, then he let go of my hand and quickly moved up, kneeling astride right before my face. My mouth immediately arched high, then with both of my hands that had just been freed, I opened his belt and lowered his pants.

My eyes were fixed on his already full and hard manhood, making my mouth flooded by my own spit. I swallowed once. Watching the scenery as beautiful as its manhood is the most tempting temptation. Sean is indeed the man that any woman wants, so it's no wonder that the women before me can't get away from him. They must have missed her intoxicating touch. But unfortunately, they won't get that again, because I will guard my treasure.

My trembling hand rose slowly from her thigh to her hip. I looked again at that delicious and distinctly scented part of his body. Gosh, this is absolutely perfect.His is so big, so hard, and so long, it looks even more perfect with thickened veins there. I should have screamed every time he yelled at me, and my screams would have sounded shortly after.

Satisfied looking at him, I started to wipe him. My eyes rose staring at Sean, he looked up as he growled while his palms clung to the wooden wall. The growl grew louder as I swept my tongue wildly at the tip of his manhood and quickly buried it into my mouth. I enjoyed it as if I was enjoying ice cream in the hot sun.

My mouth and tongue were going crazy caressing him, making Sean moan with satisfaction. "Ah, you. Your mouth is fucking, Franda." he said.

My outstretched hand cupped his butt while my head moved faster in his manhood. It grew even faster when I remembered Ashley. I want Sean to always be satisfied with me so he can't even think of finding another woman. I'll keep our beds hot until he feels burned whenever he's near me.

"I'll comfort you like this every night, Sean." I flirt, then gobble up the delicious body again without intending to wait for him to return my words.

In a hurry he withdrew from the reach of my mouth. I shrieked softly as her hand exposed my dress, pulling it past my head. I smiled as I watched her movements bare me impatiently, as if I would vanish if she didn't fuck me right away.

With one loud bang, Sean immersed his body in me. In that instant I grabbed the sheets and gripped them firmly. Sean pushed me very hard. Deep and old. Strong and hard. Until my body shakes underneath. He was unceasingly groaning while I resignedly accepted the rush of his passion that made me scream many times.

I don't care about anything anymore. All I want now is for us to make love until we are satisfied. until we are tired, until we can no longer open our eyes. then wake up tomorrow morning with a feeling of love that is getting stronger between us.

'"Franda," he growled on the sidelines. "I'll dry you every night. You're gonna achieve a lot of release..."

"Yes," I sighed. "I'm yours, Sean. Do whatever you want."

"Ah, Franda..."