Chapter 105 - 105 I'm a Mess

"Kiss me,"He order.

Without resisting, I pull his face down to mine, worshipping his wonderful mouth, as he sinks in and out, rolling his narrow h.i.p.s each time. The muscle tense of my body sets in as my pleasure peaks, made me wobble on the edge of release, short sharp breaths escaping as I try and reign in my impending climax.

"Not yet, baby." He warns softly, grinding hard on another drive forward.

How does he know?

I concentrate hard, but with this music and Feng Teng working my mouth so delicately, I'm really struggling. I claw my fingers into his shoulders, a wordless signal that I'm tipping the edge. He groans, biting my lip and jerking forward.

" We, together." he mumbles against my mouth.

I nod as he increasesing his strokes and carries us both closer to ultimate ecstasy, all the time maintaining his controlled, accurate drives.

"I'm coming, baby." he m.o.a.ns.

"Feng Teng," I cries for his name,as I almost drown.

"Hold on, a bit more." he says calmly, plunging forward again, executing a painfully deep, delicious rotation of his h.i.p.s, pushing himself forward as far as he can get.

One, two...threee!

We both cry out.

"Here," He withdraws, driving forward again, harder.

I let it go, feeling him throb and jerk inside me as we swallow each others m.o.a.ns and both roll over, descending into a calm, unhurried fall into nothing.

My flesh trembles around his beating buddy and my heart is hammering in my chest.

I kiss him adoringly as he relaxes on me, holding my leg over his shoulder and pushing his body further into me, releasing everything he has, m.o.a.ning in pure, raw pleasure.

The unwelcome invasion of moisture creeps into my eyes, and I fight real hard to prevent them from falling and ruining the moment. He continues to accept my reverent kiss, meeting my slow, sweeping tongue, stroke for stroke. I'm trying to tell him something with this kiss. I'm desperate for him to recognise it.

I love you! That's what I want to tell him but...nothing come out from my voice.

He pulls back, breaking our kiss and frowns at me.

"What's the matter?" he asks softly, his voice full of concern.

"Nothing," I reply too quickly, mentally cursing my wretched hand for shifting on the back of his head.

He searches my eyes, and I relent on a sigh.

"What is this?" I ask.

He's still moving slowly inside me.

"What's what?" The confusion in his voice is quite clear.

I kick myself for opening my big mouth.

"I mean me and you." I feel stupid all of a sudden, wanting to retreat under the covers.

His eyes soften and he swivels his h.i.p.s slowly.

"This is just you and me." he says simply, like it really is that simple.

He kisses me gently, releasing my leg. 

Huh, he still don't understand my hint.

"You okay?" He ask with worry tone.

No, am not. How can I be okay? He is too powerful and dominant good.

I'm total shit!

"Yeah, I'm good," I reply, more harshly than I intended.

Is a man so thick skinned that he can't even see a woman is in love when she's lying underneath him? Why he is so dumb to understand.

HELLO!

You and me, me and you , that much is obvious hints. Hmmm.

Beside I don't see anyone else in bed with us. I wriggle a little underneath him, and he narrows his sludgy eyes on me.

" I need a loo," I say in the most convincing tone.

He latches onto his bottom lip, eyeing me suspiciously, but he pulls out, reluctantly freeing me from beneath him. I reach around to unclasp my bra before I make my way to the bathroom, shutting the door behind me.

Why can't I just say it? 

'I LOVE YOU'

That's just three words and simple to say. I need to rid my mouth of the words that are causing me so much bloody agony. I mentally slap my sorry arse around the luxurious bathroom and flush my head down the toilet before I go for a loo.

I'm such a loser. He must know how I feel. I drop to the feet of this man like a slave, giving my mind and body up to him at the drop of a hat. I don't believe, not for a moment, that he doesn't recognise all these signs from me that obvious wanted him recognized it.

I finish up, presenting my n.a.k.e.d form to the mirror. I stare at my reflection from the mirror. My deep brown eyes are bright again, my pinkish skin fresh and clear. I brace my hands on the vanity unit, letting out a long sigh.

This is not where I planned to be before, but right now I'm here. I've been fluences in every sense of the word by him, and isn't both of us moving to fast? I fears creep in at the same time.

The thought of my life without him in it… I reach up and rub my chest.

What if after we got married he change? 

The very thought has my heart constricting. Even with all of his challenging ways, I'm hopelessly in love with him, it just is.

My thought getting running wild about the present and future.

I'm a mess!

I got jump  when the door opens and he strolls in, all n.a.k.e.d and stunningly glorious.

He positions himself behind me, resting his hands on my waist, his chin on my shoulder.

Our eyes lock together for the longest time.

Why is he here?

" I thought we are good?" he questions on a slight pucker of his beautiful brow.

"Yes, we are," I shrug.

I had expected far more retribution than what I just received. Yes, he shredded the taboo dress, but all things considered, he's been quite reasonable today.

It's quite funny that I can play down a clothes massacre as quite reasonable.

"Then, why are you sulking hiding in here?" He ask.

'Because you're shameless !' Obviously, I could tell him that.

" No, I am not." I say oversensitively.

It's bloody obvious that I am.

He shakes his head on a long tired sigh.

What has he got to be tired about? He circles his h.i.p.s against my lower back.

He's hard again. He's going to distract me from my sulks with his unreasonable, s.e.x.u.a.l manipulation. I know it.

"My lady, do know that you're the most frustrating woman I've ever met?" he grumbles.

My eyes widen at his cheek.

What?!

'He thinks I'm frustrating?'

He really impossible twat!

His mouth clamps onto my neck, penetrating me with heat.

"Are you holding out on me for a reason, dear?" He ask again.

"NOOOOOOO!" I breathe.

Wait! What's he talking about right now? I never hold out on him.

Are we changing topic right now? Why thou?

I give myself up to him, unreservedly and willingly, every time he demand.

A little gentle persuasion is sometimes required, but he gets what he wants in the end.

Now, Me? Holding out? F**K!