"You haven't dressed?" His sweet, abysmal voice startles me as he strolls into the from the shower, clad only in a bathrobe and still dripping wet.
This bewitching sight of him leaves me breathless, my heart pounding with a mixture desire and affection. I wonder when I will ever get used to seeing him and stop this way. But then, this is how love should be, right? I never want to lose in him.
I shake my thoughts from devouring him. "No, I haven't," I admit with a playful grin, eyes tracing the contours of his body. "But I think I am dressed perfectly for the , don't you think?"
I thought they said that there was too much of sex. In just this one week, I can't figure how many times we have made love. Actually, that seemed to have been his aim—to have sex, lots of it. Even at the mountain, something's getting to at the notion of that steamy mountain moment. But after all that, I gawk at him, wet like this, and the urge to gobble him is still as raw as the first time I saw naked. These tight, ripped muscles and this v-line never cease to intrigue me. Am
I even normal? Am I getting obsessed with him more than being in love or what?
"You are ogling too much! You have had this body for a week, and you haven't had of it?" He utters it when he notices that I might have forgotten my voice in the .
He towers before me, hands on his midriff, giving me a clear image of his flawless, contour. It is like his intentions are to drive me wild here. Or why would he himself like this? "Have you had enough of me already, Mr. Almeda?" I ask, with the ropes of my bathrobe as I jerk myself up from the bed and rack him.
He swallows hard at the sense of my sensual signals. "I wouldn't have kicked you out the shower first if that was the case," he whimpers, his dark brown orbs plunging to bare chest as I begin pulling off the bathrobe slowly.
Aha! So, that was why he asked me to leave the shower first, implying that we ladies forever to get dressed. As he didn’t know it takes me just a flash to be ready. I argued, and I had a strong backup because he has seen me dress up for countless times, and not even once did he complain that I was taking long. But , he won, kicking my ass out of the shower.
Bad boy!
He licks his lips, and I can feel his eyes devouring my bare skin. They are twinkling a beautiful curtain of lust. This is the site that I love the most about them. "Shit!"
He curses as my bathrobe falls to my feet, leaving me naked before him.
"Oops!" I smirked in response to his curses. "So, you were hoping to find me dressed because you can't stand this sight, huh?" I tease, reveling in the playful banter us.
He responds by grabbing my waist and pulling me close until our bare chests collide, a jolt of electricity coursing through both of us. The heat between us , and I can feel the magnetic pull of his desire.
"But you had to tempt this beast!" he groans, his voice low and husky, filled with and hunger.
Mmh! I love this beast of mine. When his moist sugar lips tremble with desire like , and when his eyes portray nothing but lust like this, I can't help but smirk with . I love the tremendous impact I have on him.
"But my beast is taking me somewhere. We have no time for this, babe. Because I am to see what the last night of our spree holds for us." I tease, boring into his eyes, mine being diminished by his dominant gaze.
Funny how I am still not shuddering with this contact. I guess I'm staunched to him today, huh?
He leans his face down, tightening his grip on me. Our facial features are in alignment, wet lips swabbing each other. My hard nipples are hardly huddled on his bare . I can't even decipher how my arms traversed his neck. We are foraging each 's pheromones. The heat between us is inflating way too high. I might have a fire that I can't put out because it's consuming me too.
"But this beast can't walk out with this bulge. Unleass you want all the ladies’ eyes me out there. Can you handle that?" He mashes his manhood on my front, hard tip tickling my belly.
I swallow hard at that. He knows I would gouge them all out. I summon my bold, a kiss that was aimed at my lips. Instead, his lips land on my cheek, and he out a disappointed sigh while I revel in my small victory. But his reaction is but defeated; in fact, he smirks with a beastly confidence that sends a shiver my spine.
Then he whispers in my ear, his voice husky and filled with promise. "No matter I touch or kiss you, baby, I will always, always get you to tremble with desire.
You should know that."
His words send a jolt of electricity through me, and I can't help but release a coerced as he begins to suckle the delicate skin below my ear. His touch ignites a fire me, and I find myself melting into his embrace despite my best efforts to resist.
Shit! I forgot how well he knows my body and how to get me jerking with pleasure this. This is what I reap for trying to be a seductive bitch. Remind me again when I ever been able to resist him?
I should google how to resist my boyfriend one of this fine days. Deep sigh! It is not I want to starve my man and drive him into another bitch’s arms. So, yeah, I give .