Ooh, wasn't he just being a jerk to me right now? He made me admit that he was me wet, so how about he admit it too?
"Scared to admit it, hubby? Why? You don't want wifey to know just how much she has on you." I didn't mean to; that just formed in my naughty brain and out of my lips.
Now I think I regret not controlling my words because I am pinned to his chest, his arms shielding me from making any movement. The only thing I can do is while my eyes are fixed on his dark ones and our noses are caressing each . Did I say I could breathe? I take that back. I can't. Everything is at a standstill.
No moving, no breathing, no blinking, no nothing! No, there is—I am melting in his and almost dangling in his arms from the uncontrollable trembles.
Shit!
"I can't,” The heat of his words nuzzle my lips, making me drop my eyes from his to lips. He seems to have licked them because they look dangerously wet and pinky.
I swallowed hard, unable to avoid the site. “I can't resist you, Ellie Marrie Riccaford!
The few days we have been apart have been one hell of a shit for me. I look at you now and I want to bed you over on this bed and taste you. I fucking am thirsty you, Ellie!"
Holy, Molly!
Gracious Lord of the married, see why I am scared of this? He is like an aroused beast now, when I have not even done anything. He is leaking nothing but lust. He is nothing but lust. His eyes are glowing with nothing but lust. I can feel him with desire, just like I am. And you tell me I have nothing to worry about?
What if...
"But you know what?" He shuts his eyes, and I slowly feel his grip loosening on me.
No! What is he doing cutting this short? "I don't know for how long, but I can still myself." He opens his eyes, caging my waist softly in his arms as he adds.
"For you. I love you so much that I force my desires on you. I will respect your even if it kill me!"
Damn me, my rules and my decisions! Ahem!
Why do I feel hurt? He is willing to fight his cravings for me just for love? Just to me. That should sound sweet, right? Yeah! I freaking understand that! What I ’t get is what the fuck happened to show someone just how much you can't resist . How much you can’t
"So, whatever rules you have,” he stops my bitter thought as he speaks again, our eyes once again, “I will abide by them all." He speaks again, and now I wish I 't brought this cursed topic up.
"I don't want us to have... S...E...X!" I spit out, albeit with a bleeding heart.
I look at him, hoping and wishing he would plead for it. That he will say, ‘But I want , sweet Ellie. I want sex’. that is what he used to do back in Mombasa, right? No how much I would say no, he would seduce me until I found myself ablaze, for him to give it to me. But right now, after a long stare, he pierces a dagger through my heart, leaving me bleeding. "No sex. No romance! For as long as want, wife!" He whispers.
"What?" I mumble faintly, but it is audible enough for him to hear. My mind must howled that out, though. I mean, I am the one who asked for this so I shouldn’t surprised.
"That is what you want, right?" He asks.
‘No, you clueless moron! I want you to forget my words and see through my eyes I truly want. My actions say otherwise; can’t you see that?’
My mind howls, and my bleeding heart is beseeching me to just swallow my pride take my words back. Confess to him that I want him so badly. But eventually, I my head in a lazy nodding motion.
"Yes," I respond.
"Then that is fine. You don't have to worry about anything. I might be a sex doctor; I be dying to have you sprawled beneath me like the old times, but I am certainly obsessed with sex. And I know how to respect boundaries and give people the they need. I won't break that rule. Anything else?" He affirms.
Anything else? What? "No. Nothing!" I say.
"I do have one request, though."
I turn to him. A request? What ridiculous plea if it is not about pleading to make love me? Gosh! After all that I have been through the last couple of days, I would grab chance the moment the plea leaves his sugar lips. I wouldn’t even make him beg much. Just the word, and I would sprawl myself on the bed for him, just like he it.
"What?" I ask, turning my whole attention to him.
"I understand that we have gone through a lot. We started on a rough patch, and I up along the way. I messed up big times. I was a big fool, and my insecurities me into a bigger fool.” he turns cold suddenly, and then his face softens a little.
Just a little, and his eyes seek mine. “But we still have a lot of things to be grateful for our encounter. Something great was born out of that encounter—our love, Ellie.
For those reasons, can we try to be friendly? Please? We need to stick together during fight. Without any quarrels," He says.
"Are you proposing friendship?" I query.
He shrugs his shoulders. "We can even be more than that, that is, if you want," He , driving my naughty brain haywire.