Revenge to The Devil

His words reminded me of my impatience. I was embarrassed, and the sweat on my forehead turned cold.

I wanted to find a corner to hide, but his hands fixed around my waist and his penis was between my legs, locking my delicate body. I was too shy to look into his eyes, so I grabbed the silky covers to bury my face.

He sat up with his arm around my waist, pulling the covers down and touching my forehead to wipe my sweat, and asked me in a soft voice, "How do you feel?"

I took a deep breath, and the burning heat just oozed through my pores, leaving my body relaxed. The moment my empty body was fulfilled, I felt very comfortable. "Much better, not too painful!" I said.

He smiled and pinched my face, "How was the feeling of an orgasm!"

"Ah? This question!" I said. When I saw him blinking his bright eyes to wait for my answer, I remembered the uncontrollable desire and even the moment I was almost out of control. I murmured, "Just okay."

"Oh?" he leaned over me and pushed me down on the bed, "Then I will let you try again."

On that stormy night, we made love in the rain. Under the faint yellow light, he stared at my eyes. He raised his right hand and touched my side, and his left hand touched my face gently, buried in my hair.

When he inserted and pulled out his penis, what I lost was not only my virginity but also the resentment of being abandoned, as well as the hatred. I was overwhelmed by a fulfilling, pleasant sensation. I put my hand over him, touching his slender fingers.

As I gazed with fascination into his affectionate eyes, I was completely conquered by him and forgot the pain completely. At that moment, I just wanted to be his woman.

Laughter rippled across our faces. Love flowed in our hearts. That moment would be eternal.

He leaned over and kissed my lips, "Finally, I know the pleasant sensation of sex!"

I said, "Finally, I understand the joy of a perfect thing!"

"Once is enough?" he asked.

I smiled and kissed his lips, "Enough!" I replied.

"But it's not enough for me! " he mentioned.

When our bodies were entwined, our deep love flowed. It was not enough to try once, because the pleasure made us desire more. Gradually I got used to the slight swelling pain, my excited body was completely adapted to his rhythm. Then he began to speed up, and the pleasure grew stronger and stronger, it spread to my bones and skin, even every pore.

In the pleasant climax, I couldn't tell whether it was pain or happiness, but I just knew that I wanted nothing but this man in front of me, and I could give up everything for him! He was my world that I couldn't escape from!

Though it was over, I was reluctant to loosen my arms around his waist, for fear that I would lose him if I did it. "Do you like it?" he asked.

"It's painful," I whispered," but I enjoy it!" a naughty smile slipped on my mouth.

I had never known such a joy in life, blended with both painful suffering and sweet pleasure!

Every day and night during the eight years, we had never been so intimate, I had never imagined such an affectionate and tender side of him.

I slid my fingers across his face gently, touching his sweaty cheeks and slightly wet hair. I loved him. What should I do, one day was far from enough for me to love him.

"Are you leaving?" I clung to his hands, hoping it would last longer, the best night of my life! "Leave?" he was stunned as if I had asked a ridiculous question. He pulled me to sit up, holding my soft chest gently from behind and kissing my shoulders and my back.

"I think tonight is just the beginning. I just want you to sleep next to me," he said.

"But I don't want..." I started saying.

I didn't know how much time passed, it eventually stopped raining outside and the sky was grey. I curled up in my duvet, burying my face in my pillow, I had never been so sleepy. He pulled my duvet away and stroked my back.

"Please!" I turned to him mournfully and said, "Let me rest for a while." His eyes were brighter than the night before and there was no sign of fatigue on his face. I was aching all over and the only thing I wanted to do was sleep.

"Then come and let me hold you," he said.

"No!" I replied.

"Or let us chat!" Jonathan suggested.

"Chat? Aren't you tired?" I looked up at him sleepily and said, "Have you had special fitness training or something?"

"Not particularly, but I planned to be a policeman, I just kept doing long-distance running every day until my senior year in high school!" he told me.

"Really?" I was so stupid to wait until he became exhausted. That would not have happened any time soon.

When I thought of Troy, suddenly, a question that I wanted to ask a long time ago struck me. Dragging my quilt, I clung to his chest and put my head on it, asking:``why did you choose the lifestyle of a gangster?"

He held my shoulders and asked me, "Why do you think that way?"

As far as I was concerned, he was not a man without self-control Harvey Milk would not force him to do anything he was unwilling to do. "How could a person with such a clear goal easily give up his dream just as he was about to take the college entrance examination?" I wondered.

His face brushed against my hair as if he expressed his love and sentiment. "You're the only one who has said that to me. Desiree, only you can see my heart. That's why I am falling in love with you uncontrollably, " he said.