Chapter 207 - 208 Official

I almost forgot about that.

"When will she come back?" I ask.

"Next week," He pokes at the noodles.

"Yummy," He focuses his eyes back on me.

"But I would like to have another meal that's more delicate," Then he pushes the fried noodle away from him and slowly walk towards me, I could see his hungry with eyes full of promise and pleasure.

He locks his arm around my back and carries on walking with me held tight against his chest. I reach up and fan my fingers through his soft, messy mop and frown when he bypasses the stairs, heading for the terrace.

"Where are we going?'" I ask as I watch the stairs pass.

"It's my most blissful evening. I don't want to waste it." He pushes his lips to mine.

As he still locking his lips onto me, he carries me onto the terrace and across the marble slabs to the raised decking area, the sounds of S city by night clear in the cool evening air. When I'm placed on my feet before he starts unbuttoning my shirt, his big fingers struggling with the tiny buttons, I can see his concentration frown tickling his forehead.

At the same, I reach for his trousers and start undoing his belt and flies.

Then, starting at the bottom of his shirt, I undo each button slowly until his delicious chest is warm under my palms, as he reaches the final button of my blouse before moving to my trousers.

"Show off," he mutters, his lips finding mine as he starts feeling for my trouser fastening.

I know it's cruel, but I let him search. Then he trails around the front and then moves his hands to the back, and when he has no luck there either, he growls.

"Where's the zipper?' he m.o.a.ns against my lips.

I collect his hands from my back, guiding them to the side fastening of my trousers, and he makes swift work of getting it down and lifting me so I can kick my shoes off. He drags my trousers down.

"No more trousers. The only dress allows," he complains as he pushes my blouse off my shoulders.

I smile to myself. Now he got his way to control my closet.

When the cool breeze attacks under my skin, I shudder in a thrill. He steps back from me and kicks his pants off, before removing his trousers and the rest of his shirt while running his love's eyes over my body.

"I love you so much," he says and then he slowly drags his boxers down his thighs, his buddy springing free and ready, yet again.

Unconsciously, I want to drop to my knees and take his deliciousness in my mouth all over again, but the urgent thump in my groin is demanding my attention. When I reach around my back and unclasp my bra, letting it fall to the floor and within a second, his body is pressed up against mine and he's breathing in my face.

Feeling him slipping a finger into the seam of my underwear and brush across my clit***, prompting my head to drop to his chest and my hands to grab his arms, steadying myself as his touch sends electric shots to every nerve ending.

"So ready," he says, in low and rough, adding the word as he rolls the tip of his finger around and around, applying a little pressure when he reaches the top.

"For me only?"

He knew the answer to his question but he still wants to hear an answer. His reassured merely severe I think.

"Yes. Just for you since that day," I pants.

His smile and I see an affection from his brown eyes.

After signing the marriage doc.u.ment, I will always be his.

Looking up at him and his lips skimming against mine, he coaxing my mouth to part as my knickers are pushed down my thighs and his tongue slips between my lips on a shallow m.o.a.n.

His taste is addictive to me, and every lap I return to him, feeling all of him and give him all with my way until he pulls away. He kneels before me, my hands resting on his strong shoulders as he drags my underwear the rest of the way down my legs, tapping my ankle to lift.

He repeating the same on my other foot, grabbing my h.i.p.s and I execute my usual react at his touch. He buries his nose in the hair at the apex of my thighs and then draws a painfully slow, long, hot, excruciating stroke straight up the centre of my core.

Releasing a satisfied m.o.a.ning as my knees buckling and an almost painful buzzing starts at the very tip of my delicate part.

He strengthens his grips around my h.i.p.s as he continues his hot trail straight up the centre of my body until he's at my neck and then in my mouth, taking it with respect and passion while humming into me.

Then he releasing my lips, he locks eyes with me, his gaze seeping into me.

"Babe, from tonight you will be my life." His clear words stab at my heart as he returns to worshipping my mouth delicately, running his palm over my bum and down the back of my thigh.

He tugs gently to pull my leg up so my inner leg cradles his hip. He pulls back.

"Babe, do you love me?" His eyes search mine.

"I do," I whisper.

"Say it." His voice is laced with desperation.

I look at him in his eyes and tonight I don't want hesitates anymore.

"I love you. I love you. I love You," Then I kiss his moist, full mouth and wrap my arms around his neck, and then gracefully lift myself his body to straddle him.

"Only you, I'll always love you until my last breath," I stare him square in his beautiful eyes as he positions himself at my entrance.

He hovers there and I struggle to resist sinking onto him.

"Do you want me now?" he asks.

"Yes, I always want you," I know he has assured that I love you as much as he did.

"Always," he confirms, and then he pushes slowly and controlled into me in one patient motion, both of us sucking in sharp breaths as we unite.