Chapter 100: The Reunion

Marco Fernando Senior and Ayah Isabel

After arriving from Shanghai, China, Marco Senior packed up some important things going to the island of his dream - a vacation together with his wife only for a getaway tour.

Arriving at the tent, none of them wasted any time. They laughed as they almost fell on top of each other in their haste to slip inside when none of them could free themselves from their clothes fast enough.

The stillness of the evening was not broken by any creature.

Dusk had already fallen over the almost deserted campground. Only insects and the occasional bird broke the silence. And inside the tent, Marco Fernando Senior kissed the scar on his wife's side. He followed the just fully healed trail with his tongue, licking the salty taste of the skin, tickling the young scar tissue, until Marco Senior bucked until he grabbed her, and threw her onto her back, in the middle of the two sleeping bags, which lay untidily on top of each other to create an uneven surface. Marco now kissed Ayah's neck, while his hands wandered lower.

"Want?" he whispered hoarsely.

Ayah Isabel only indicated her nod when Marco reached into the side pocket of her backpack. Ayah helped him when he opened the tube of lube and condom, took a quick sip from Marco's earlobe, and then moved her pelvis suggestively. Marco bit his lip as he slipped his fingers between Ayah's legs, which let them fall apart with a sigh. When Marco kissed her again and at the same time penetrated with a finger, she let out a wistful sound, so that Marco flinched and straightened up.

"We don't have to do this," he said hoarsely. "We can do so many things. We can ..."

Ayah Isabel shook her head violently and pulled Marco down to her. "Yes," she replied. "I want it. And I told you I want it here. Without... without..."

She stopped and sighed again as Marco's fingers entered her again just a little, just up to the first joint.

"Without walls, walls and a roof," whispered Marco.

"I know."

He kissed Ayah again, feeling his penis twitch, demanding relief. He was painfully hard. Just the sight of Ayah Isabel was enough, her touch, and her kisses led to an immediate reaction and Marco didn't know how long he could hold out. He almost wished they would choose to do what they always did before, caress each other with lips and hands. Or giving in to a rhythm intertwined, creating friction until one of them couldn't take it anymore and erupted first, but not this evening. It was too long to remember the past.

It was the last hurdle, Ayah decided, a challenge she wanted to take on. And Marco had not yet been able to admit to himself how much he longed for the last, ultimate act. Up until that moment when his member cried out for release more, more than he could remember ever being tormented by longing. He ran his left hand over Ayah's chest, teasing the already-hardened nipples. Ayah's head fell back and she revealed her neck, which Marco could not resist. He pressed his lips against the smooth skin while this time inserting two fingers inside Ayah. Marco gently massaged the muscle, beginning with a regular movement that made Ayah Isabel groan.

"Is it that good?" he whispered and Ayah sighed in response. Marco began thrusting faster. He moved his fingers deeper now, spread them, and massaged Ayah from the inside.

"Please," she brought out and moved her abdomen towards the penetrating fingers, trying to take them deeper.

Marco swallowed. "Are you ready?" he asked softly and Ayah nodded again. It was far too long before he managed to slip the condom on and saw Ayah grasping her own stiff member and massaging it vigorously.

"Patience," he whispered, spreading Ayah's legs a little more, then, after a moment's hesitation, lifted one and slung it over his shoulder. His penis touched the throbbing opening and Ayah Isabel moaned. With a determined thrust, Marco inserted the head of his member into Ayah, who was breathing heavily. "More," she gasped then. "Marco."

And Marco didn't need any more prompting. His plan to restrain himself proved impossible as he sank his penis into the confines of his wife's body. He gasped and froze, waiting for Ayah to adjust to his height. It didn't take long and Ayah's pelvis twitched frantically in an uncoordinated manner. Marco laughed softly. "So impatient?"

"You have no idea," Ayah sighed. "Just don't hold back. I want that more than anything." "Say it again," Marco demanded as he slowly withdrew from the confines.

"I want you," Ayah gasped. "Right now."

Marco grabbed Ayah's hips and thrust into her again. "You're driving me insane," she ground out before picking up his pace. "You're...perfect."

His pelvis moved on autopilot, his hands digging into Ayah's skin. He broke out in a sweat as he buried his length over and over again in Ayah, who reared up at him. Marco drove faster into the narrow channel, more profound and wilder until Ayah Isabel froze under him. Marco felt the warm liquid from the other's splatter against his skin and he moaned, thrusting again and then coming with a hoarse scream.

Exhausted, he fell onto his back next to Ayah, unable to control his breathing, which was wild and erratic. Ayah turned to him, then propped herself up on one elbow and looked down at Marco with a smile. When he was able to react again, he smiled as well. Ayah leaned towards him and kissed his cheek, then his forehead, and finally his mouth. She traced the contours of Marco's lips and then explored the opening mouth with her tongue.

Only then did she lay her head against Marco's chest and close her eyes.

Marco Fernando got rid of his condom with a flick of the wrist before he pulled the blanket over them both and embraced Ayah with both arms.

"I love you," he whispered, assuming Ayah Isabel was already asleep.

But her lips moved in reply.

"Always," they said. "Forever."

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