Chapter 165 - 165 I'll Marry You

I obey all of his instruction and let him on his way. He leans down and rests his mouth near my ear.

"Wei Lin, I really like this dress of your," he whispers, and I clench my eyes closed to ride out the quiver that travels through my entire body.

Both of his hands travel inwards until they arrive at my nape. He gathers my hair and places it over my shoulder, and then slowly draws the zip of my dress all the way down. I flex my neck muscles in an attempt to control my overwhelming need to shake off the shudders that he's instigating, but I give up when I feel his lips rest against my upper back and his tongue gliding up to the nape of my neck.

Every fine hair stands on end, and I arch my back in response to his long, hot stroke. There is a certain degree of torture to this. I want it to stop so I can gather my scattered senses before I say something I don't mean like;

Yes, I'll marry you .

"Babe, I love your back." His lips vibrate against my skin, generating even more shudders.

Then he moves his mouth back to my ear.

"You have the silky and soft skin, made me always miss it," He said.

Then, my head rolls back onto his shoulder and my face turns into his neck. He adjusts his head so his lips find mine as he hooks his hands into the front of my dress and pushes it down my body.

"Your lace?" he asks.

I nod my answer 'Yes, I wear it', and his eyes sparkle with l.u.s.t as he kisses me gently like I'm glass.

Our tongues slip and slide over each other with little effort from either of us, and I lean back onto him for support. I'm relishing in his gentleness and soft touch.

His hands find my b.r.e.a.s.ts and he pinches my nips through the lace of my bra, elongating them to firm peaks.

"See what you have done to me?" He grinds his h.i.p.s into my lower back, demonstrating what exactly I've done to him, before dropping a chaste kiss on my lips.

"I'll die loving you, eternity." He swears.

Oh, God. I know how he feels but why I don't see a future without him in it, and I'm excited and apprehensive about it all at once.

It's the unknown. He is still unknown. But I need him more than his body, his attention...his challenging ways.

He yanks the cups of my bra down, exposing my b.r.e.a.s.ts, and skims the flats of his palms over the tips of my nips.

"You and I," he breathes in my ear, sliding one of his hands down my front and straight to the apex of my thighs.

My knees wobble when his hand cups me over my underwear, a deluge of liquid fire descending on me, my h.i.p.s rolling forward against his hand to get more friction.

"Do I turn you hot?" He asks.,

"You know you do." I pant, and then m.o.a.n as he thrusts his h.i.p.s forward.

"Babe. Wrap your arms around my neck," he says quietly.

I reach his back and link my hands behind his neck.

"Are you ready for me?" He asks.

"Yes. I am," I answer straight away.

He hooks his thumbs in each side of my knickers.

"You belong to me," he whispers, dragging his tongue lightly down the edge of my ear.

"I belong to you," I agree quietly.

I need nothing else except for him. I hear a sharp tug and a tear, and I look to see my knickers hanging from his index finger in front of me.

He lets them slide off the end of his finger and takes his other hand to my hip. I jerk slightly, and he laughs in my ear.

His fingers shift as his big hand wraps around my hip, spreading from my front to my back, his other hand hovering in front of me.

"What shall I do now?" He flexes his good hand in front of me.

"Tell me," He demands.

My hammering heart does nothing to regulate my short, sharp breaths. I want that on me. I remove my arm from around his neck and reach forward to take his hand, slowly guiding it down to the inside of my thigh and flattening his palm against my flesh with my hand over his. I could feel him trembling faintly.

Gladly it's not just me who is so affected by these encounters of us. Or is he shaking because he needs a drink? I can't even think about that. H

He doesn't need alcohol after he's got me back.  Because he has me now.

I start applying pressure on his hand and drawing up until his flat palm glides over my entrance, the moisture ensuring it travels with ease. I gasp, my h.i.p.s whipping back and colliding with his groin, provoking a m.o.a.n to escape from his lips and my head to fall back.

Now, I need him to kiss me. I turn my face into him, and he does take my hint, brushing his lips across mine. My teeth clamp down lightly on his bottom lip and I pull back to let it slowly drag through my grip, his eyes locked on mine as I continue to work for his hand up and down in a slow, steady caress.

"Don't come yet," His voice is rough.

I immediately withdraw his hand and bring it up to his mouth and he watches me as he runs his tongue straight down the centre and onto his fingers.

Oh Lord, I'm desperate for him, but I can't disobey him, not during these moments.

My bra is unclasped and I'm turned to face him before he brushes my hair back with his hand.

"Promise me one, you'll never leave me ever from this lifetime?" He asks.

I look up into his troubled eyes. I can't get used to this unsure part of him. I don't like it, but he's asking at least, not demanding.

"I'll never leave you." I gesture a nod too.

"Promise me." He demands.

"Yes, I promise." I take his wrists one at a time and undo the cuffs of his shirt, then push it from his shoulders.

He lets his arms hang by his side, his head dropped to watch me as I undo the button and zipper of his trousers.

My palms slide around his h.i.p.s and under his boxers to drag his trousers and underwear over the tight, smooth flesh of his arse and down his thighs, his thick, pulsing length jutting straight out from his h.i.p.s invitingly.

It triggers all sorts of desperate wants to be in me, not helped by his abdominals rippling under my touch as I skate my hands up his torso, marvelling in his beauty.

"Babe, I can't wait anymore. I want to be inside of you." He steps free of his trousers and lifts me to him, my legs wrapping around him.

I flinch when his c.o.c.k brushes against my slickness as he carries me towards the wall. Then I'm pushed up against the cold paint, feeling the hot, slippery crown of his buddy pushing at my opening, breaching my entrance only a little.

He breathes heavily and lets his head fall into my neck as if preparing himself for his invasion into me. I can't wait.

I swivel my h.i.p.s and bore down on him, taking him all the way.

"Oh, you f.u.c.k.i.n.g kill me." he m.o.a.ns as he stills inside me.

I want to tilt my h.i.p.s and instigate the movement, but I know from the jolting and twitching of him inside me that he's holding back. I keep still and sweep my hands through his dark hair while he gathers himself, his heart pounding so hard I can almost hear it outside.

"Are you holding onto me?" He brings his face up to mine.

"Yes." I weave my fingers together around his neck and tighten my thighs.

He growls with approval and releases his hands from my back, planting them onto the wall on either side of me. He slowly eases back on a steady breath, then plunges forward on a sharp exhale.