Chapter 224 - 224 His Custom Order Dress

When I open my eyes, I find his jaw was tensed, his neck veins bulging. And I'm lifted again before he brought down to meet his rising h.i.p.s.

Like a crash!  I cry out as I receiving the impulse to close my eyes.

"That much good?" he asks, rewarding me with another flick of his h.i.p.s.

"Absolutely," My knuckles whiten from my fierce grip on the bath.

"Don't come yet, together," He says.

Then I concentrate on controlling the climax of pushing forward, he was steady with his controlled movements but that not helping me in my attempts.

His head falls back, but he keeps his eyes firmly on mine as he lifting me, yanking me back down and grinding hard, every time to time again.

In together sync, we release m.o.a.n, and my head becoming heavy from keeping my eye on him. I just want to throw it back and let go, but I've got to wait for the okay.

But I don't know how much longer I can.

"Good wife," he praises me, gripping my waist harder and guiding me around on his h.i.p.s.

"Do you feel me, now?" He pants

"Yes, you're coming," I gasp, feeling his buddy expanding hug inside me.

He smiles.

"Babe. Get your fingers around your n.i.p.p.l.es," He orders.

Obediently, I release the edge of the bath and pinch my n.i.p.p.l.es into stiffer nubs, rolling my fingers under his watchful eyes.

"Harder!" he demands, sending me with his another hard blow from his h.i.p.s.

I cry out, as clamping it down further, the stab of pains shooting straight down to my butterfly.

"Harder!" he shouts, digging his thumbs into my waist.

"Husband!"

"Not yet, wifey. Not yet. Control it." He demands.

And then I swallow hard,  every muscle in my body was tensing greatly,  everything is going completely rigid above him. And I don't know how he's doing this. I can see the strain in his face and his tense jaw, and I can feel it in his throbbing buddy. His control is very incredible.

When I get hurdling towards a furious climax, the pressure of my grip on my nipps getting harder and harder to the closer I get.

Then he slides his hand down to my inside thigh and moves it across to stroke lightly, the rise and fall of his h.i.p.s causing the friction of his fingers to rub in time to his perfect drives.

I start shaking my head in desperation.

"Feng Teng, please!" I cry.

"You want to come now?" He asks.

"Yes!" I cried.

Then he pushes his thumb to the top of my clits.

"Now," he commands, with another thrust upwards, sending me delirious as my body explodes and I scream, the desperate cry echoing around the bathroom.

On a loud curse, he lifts me back up and yanks me down onto him, again and again, and again. I scream at the shock of his punishing blows and fall forward onto his chest, all my body shaking uncontrollably.

When I feel him lift my dead weight slightly and bring me back down as he plunges up, holding himself into me, his solid thighs under me feeling severe against my limp body.

"Oh, God!" he exhales loudly, water splashing around us.

"I'm going handcuffing you to the bed tomorrow he pants.

"Kiss me now." He orders.

Weakly, I drag my head from his chest and find his lips as he slowly circles his h.i.p.s, wheedling every last bit of pleasure from us.

Now, I could go to sleep right here on his wet chest.

"Take me to bed," I mumble around his mouth.

There is not a chance of getting out of tonight, I know this.

"I'm ignoring you," he replies sternly.

Then I clamp my palms on his cheeks to hold him in place while I smother his face with my lips in a desperate attempt to convince him that we should stay.

"Let me love you all till tomorrow," I whisper, moving my hands to the back of his head to grasp his hair.

I just want to stay.

"Babe, don't. I hate saying no to you. Get up now," He pushes me away from him so he slides out, and I grumble moodily as he lifts himself from the bath.

Does he hate saying no to me?

Yes, only when I'm offering my body to him.

I get myself out of the bath and turn the shower on. I yelp when his palm connects with my bum on a harsh sting. I rinse the shampoo from my hair and open my eyes to be confronted with his gentle and loved.

Then he removes himself from the shower.

"You get ready in here, I'll use another room." He says.

"Not my use spare room!" I shout in a panic.

"Unravel your knickers, lady." He says.

I watch his wet beaded shoulders leave the bathroom and me to finish my shower.

Later, I'm standing in front of the floor-length mirror gazing at myself, my stomach in absolute knots.

My hair has been blowing dried into glossy, tumbling waves, my make-up is delicate and natural, and I'm in the dress. It feels incredible, but my nerves are all over the place and I'm not sure if it's because of where I'm going, or if it's because I'm having an unreasonable pang of anxiety that I'm going to meet his grandfather tonight.

When I turn in the mirror to see the sleeveless back, which seems so much more revealing than it didn't see when we at the store.

Shit!

Since he was a custom order this for me, he won't go mad right?

He nearly had a heart attack last during our confrontation.

Blowing my hair out of my face, I spray some perfume. And I'm roasting hot nerves, no doubt. I put my simple white gold studs in with the lace won't allow for anything more and transfer my gloss and powder into my clutch with my phone.

When door knocks and my heart joins my stomach in the knots department.

"Babe, we need to go," he says quietly through the door.

He does not attempt to come in and that small little gesture, accompanied by his soft, unsure voice tells me he might be nervous too.

Why that?

Normally he would barge in, no-knock and no gentle coaxing.