MOANS IN THE CAR
"You still haven't told me what surprise you are preparing for me." I air my anxiety to
Jerol as we settle into his car this bright morning of Friday, a bright smile noticeable my ears.
It gives me so much euphoria to see this version of him. Happy and composed. He is longer the "about to burst" bomb he was. He has changed a great deal, especially in past one week.
He has resumed work and taking care of his company has now become his priority life in general. I can see just how much work enthrals him. Now I feel like an for laughing at him that day when he said work was his hobby. It indeed is. We the castle for the office early in the morning and return at night, and he still hours buried in his computer after.
All these times, I have not left his side. How can I when I am part of the board? There nothing much I do, though. Actually, all I do is just sit beside him as he gives about his company. He never leaves me behind despite my chronic avowals he is now okay to do things alone. Makes me wonder if he really needs me this .
"If I tell you, it will no longer be a surprise, right?" He says, resting his arm around shoulder.
"And you don't need to surprise me, you know. I won't refuse. Whatever it is you can tell me." I plead, turning to him as I fix his collar.
Funny how free we have become. He feels like an incredible friend to me. Or more...
"Whatever it is? Are you sure?" He asks, grabbing my chin carefully and forcing my up, almost brushing his.
I cross my arms on his shoulder while his drops to my waist, and I feel those stickling as he starts drawing circles on my belly, his eyes daringly staring into .
"You... are not planning anything naughty, are you?" I whisper on his lips as I drink in sweet scent.
This cologne of his bleeds a rich allure of sin. It makes you want to close your eyes just get lost in its odor. It makes you want to snuggle more and take more of it.
It's irresponsible and intoxicating.
"How naughty is your naughty?" I snap at his voice, and realize that I am parked on lap, my arms encircling his neck.
Huh! I told you this scent of his is intoxicating. How on earth did I...
"Don't!" He warns after noticing my struggle to flee from his lap.
He clasps his hand tight on my waist, claiming me for his body, and I am powerless to or do a thing. I let the warmth exuding from his body gash over me as I drink of his intoxicant.
"So, how naughty is your description of naughty?" He repeats, his hand moving to my , his thumb wandering to the tiny space accessible, and I can feel my face .
How naughty?
How naughty!?
Even this is naughty. Admiring him like this is so immoral. Him ogling me like this is naughty, and perhaps this should serve as a warning to his surprise.
"I...I...I...." Well, seems like his charm is taking effect.
My brain and my mouth are drained. I am getting weak in his embrace. I am in spades of fire yet I am basking in being gobbled by his fire like this.
He smirks, and I swallow hard, declining my hands from his neck. I try to act normal, with my right hand slamming on top of his zipper, nothing can be normal again. I his small bulge twitch a little, his beast getting a kick out of my touch. I yank my away quickly, hoping he didn't realize it, but it was too late. I mean, I guess, is no way to avoid such a sensitive trigger. His smirk widens, and he looks away a second, while I cower in his arms like a shy puppy.
Damn me! I should have watched where I was taking my hand. On his zipper, really?
And now of all times? Ooh, hell!
Minutes pass. I am feigning fiddling with my fingers while in reality, that twitch of bulge is playing in my mind. I am avoiding his eyes like a bullet shot at me, and is taking the chance to drink in my features. I bet he has mentally made a good of my countenance and modified it several times.
I almost leap when I feel his hand caressing the side of my neck. Thanks to his stance on my waist, I only managed to twitch, closing my eyes.
"Why are you so quiet all of a sudden?" He finally breaks the silence, whispering in ear, summoning my eyes to peel.
"Sorry for...."
For touching your tool? How am I supposed let that out of my mouth? I look away, my apologies.
"You once said you never had a boyfriend. Was that true?" He queries.
I drag my gaze back to him.
"Yes." I respond and look away.
"That means you have never had sex?"
My! Goodness! How awkward can this ever get? Why is he interested, huh?
"No." I respond after scanning his eyes for a minute, and the shock I see on his face is incredible.
He is now the one suffering from loss of words. Why? Don't I look like a virgin? Or is a crime to be a virgin at twenty?
"What?" I ask, snapping him from wherever he was lost in.
He shakes his head a few times, urging a smile before partying his lips.
"You are so..." He stops to just stare.
"I'm so...what? Say it! So.."
"Pure and sweet!" He cuts me off, taking my breath away.
I thought he was going to laugh at me for insinuating that I am a virgin. Why does he to be so moved and delighted about it?
He leans in, pulling me closer.
"You are so different in all aspects, Tessa! You are a perfected portrayal of beauty."
He murmurs to my ear, making me whimper as he licks the delicate flesh below my .
"Aah!"
Shit! I didn't mean for that soft moan to escape my lips.
"You like that?" He asks.
"Ooh!" I moan in response as he plants another wet kiss on the side of my neck.
"I love your moans, baby." He says, his hand sneaking to my boobs, giving each a hungry squeeze and this time, it's not a soft moan that echoes at the back of limo.
I cry out loud with a painful hail of pleasure, aching my chest to him, and my head back to allow him more access. My head slopes on his shoulder, my both hands his on my chest, pleading with them to pour their sweet magic on my breasts . I cross one leg over the other to suppress the throb of my pussy. My breathing heavy and loud, and my eyes close to the pleasure as his hands go wild on my .
I have never experienced this - this pleasure and desire, I didn't know they existed. I more. More of him and this pleasure, but then...
"Stop!" I whimper, and I curse myself for releasing that word as the pleasure is cut .
I release a moan of disappointment. I don't dare open my eyes because they will me. They will reveal how much I want what I am stopping. He will know how I am craving this sin the moment he looks into me.
"We can't, Jerol." I say still with my eyes closed and my hands pinning his to my .
How ironical! And I say I want him to stop? He must be smirking at me.
I peel my eyes, and jerk my head from his shoulder to see what style he is using to me. I meet his eyes. His bottomless pools are an inferno of raging fire. No sign a smirk on his face. He is just cold - colder than I have ever seen him, and I find so irresistible this way. My heart echoes with thrill.
"The contract?" He grunts, fixing his dangerous eyes on my weak ones.
I nod my head, wishing that we weren't bound by that piece of paper. For the first in four months with him, I wish there were no fucking rules in that damn shit of contract.
"FORGET THE FUCKING CONTRACT! YOU. ARE. MY. WIFE!"
His words echo in all the corners of this limo. Before I can disseminate my confusion,
I'm being jerked up by his strong arms, facing my back on him, parking my butt on front. He doesn't give me any chance to argue. It's not like I have anything to say . His savage pinches on my breasts are enough to drive me wild, and if there is coming out of my mouth, it's countless moans giving prominence to the he is giving me and how much I am relishing this sin.