CARING AND BURNING DESIRE.
I slowly limp back from the bathroom to my bed feeling so tired of this room. It been two good weeks since I had that accident, but it was not as serious as
Andy is making it look like. I only got a few injuries on the back of my head and hip, and a very minor one on the hand, but this Andy guy has made a great deal of it.
I don't get to do a single thing in this house. He has taken up all the responsibilities.
He has even reduced himself to working from the house since the day I suffered accident. He takes Angel to and from school, he has hired a cleaner to do the for us and mop the house. Well, since he can't cook, and I have a sense that can't allow anyone else in his kitchen, we have gone back to eating ordered food.
The food from outside has its own special taste, I must admit, but the most of our meals is the breakfast, why? Because Andy devoted himself to it for us.
I don't enjoy being baby seated at all, but getting that special treatment from Andy me differently. I feel so special that he had to forsake his office to stay with me in the house. It's another way of him portraying his love and care for me, and 's melting my heart. The way he stays with me in my room, he even moved his here, that way he can work while keeping a close watch on me. The way fed me the first few days, the way he carries me bridal style whenever I need to somewhere, even to the bathroom, and not to mention, this has become his for the past two weeks. That is so romantically sweet of him. It's not what
I wanted, but he chose to be the commander-in-chief of this whole situation, and I to obey.
I stroll to the chair near my bedroom window after opening the curtains, the bright sun smiling at me. It's a beautiful sunny morning, and I can't help the urge sunbathe. I drag the chair to the balcony, and sit down, and sit facing the direct of the sun.
"Mmmhh! This feels so sweet." I whisper to myself, as I lean back on the chair, the sun to caress my face and my body under the Andy's T-shirt.
I plop my hand behind my head, feeling the scar. The bandage was peeled two days , and the scar is not that big. It's not even easily noticeable, since my long hair doing a great job of covering it when left loose to fall on my back. The one on hand is almost gone since it was just a scratch. The hip is the one taking a bit to heal since it's where the car hit me directly. That foolish driver! I'm glad is behind bars, not only because of me but because he nearly killed another while escaping that day. Karma, my friend, is a bitch! You can't hit and run expect to get away with it.
I take in the hot breath, but I smell a different scent that is so familiar. I open my , to another pair of sweet dark brown eyes boring into mine.
"What are you doing?" I ask my prince charming. My knight in shining armour.
My other half - my better half. Mi Amore. Just like the thousand things I feel for beautiful guy, I also have a thousand sweet names for him.
"I wanted to steal a kiss." He says, his mouth curving up to a small beautiful smile.
I see beauty in everything this man does. Even the smallest gestures from him, so much beauty and meaning in them. Can a man be this sweet?
"Too, bad, I caught you." I tease and wink at him, earning a wider smile from him.
He looks into my eyes, feeding me his sweet breath as he talks he is leaning in so .
But I can still get it if I ask nicely, right, babe?"
Oh, Andy! When you talk to me like this - so sweet, and soft. When you look at me this - so sexy. So pleading. So romantic. How can I not melt like I am doing ? How can I not feel as hot as I am feeling now? Since I want this feeling to a while longer, I shake my head at his question, and his eyes darken, a bit more like he is drowsy. I love this look. So dark but so soft. They love and lust.
He looks away for a moment, hurting my feelings because I wanted to get lost in eyes for a while.
"Alright." He turns to me. "Let's see if you will still refuse me." Before I can say , he scoops me in his arms, and my hands automatically their way around neck. I thought he was going to walk us through the open door of my bedroom, he just stands with me in his hands, looking at me, and me staring back. "Aren't going to ask where I am taking you?" He asks at last.
"No. I trust you with my body, mind, and soul." I say, caressing his perfect jaw one hand.
"Sometimes, babe, you need to knock some sense into me. Can you stand?" I nod head, though confused. What's he talking about? He puts me down slowly like baby who is still learning to stand, and after making sure that I have balanced well on the floor, he takes a few steps back, and stands at the corner of the , leaning on it. He then straightens his hand to me, gesturing for me to go to . I limb towards him, trying not to look like I am struggling too much, until I reach his hand. I grab it, and he pulls me to him, hugging me tightly. I feel his tracing the scar behind my head, and I don't resist. He has been checking countless times a day. "That one is almost gone. But you see what I mean?
You can't even walk properly and my urge for sex almost got the best part of me."
I understand him. I too am dying to make love to him again. I want to be laid again.
I want to experience that heavenly feeling again. I want to feel our naked bodies each other again. I want to feel his huge member inside my pot of honey. I him as much as he wants me. I want him to pleasure me again until I fill the room with the moans of his beautiful name. I haven't forgotten that he to teach me how to ride, lol! Men, I am waiting for that. I can't wait to him, because he says he can't wait to feel me on top of him, that it will be -blowing. Fuck this hip of mine already! Can't it heal like this minute!
"I'm sorry. I just... I miss you so much." He stares for a sec, then he crashes his lips mine for a sweet slow deep kiss. A slow-burn kiss that perfectly explains how we desire each other.
"I miss you like hell too, Ania. That's why, don't always trust me when desire and are involved. I will not forgive myself if I ever hurt you. Always remind me at the most slightest gesture if there is something to consider."
"Okay." I mumble.
"I'm dying to make love to you. I am trying to refrain my hands from pinching hard nipples of yours. Not because I don't want to, but because I don't trust as much you trust me."
I rest my head on his forehead, and close my eyes. I hate this feeling of having him close like this yet I can't have him. I desire his touch. I'm longing for his and sweet kisses.
"Isn't there anything else we can do to quench this?" I ask, with a soft voice and unsteady breathing. I'm panting heavily with desire.
"Let's see."