HAVEN'T HAD ENOUGH

"You haven't dressed?" His sweet, abysmal voice startles me as he strolls into the room from the shower, clad only in a bathrobe and still dripping wet.


This bewitching sight of him leaves me breathless, my heart pounding with a mixture of desire and affection. I wonder when I will ever get used to seeing him and stop reacting this way. But then, this is how love should be, right? I never want to lose interest in him.

I shake my thoughts from devouring him. "No, I haven't," I admit with a playful grin, my eyes tracing the contours of his body. "But I think I am dressed perfectly for the occasion, don't you think?"

I thought they said that there was too much of sex. In just this one week, I can't figure out how many times we have made love. Actually, that seemed to have been his fundamental aim—to have sex, lots of it. Even at the mountain, something's getting to giggle at the notion of that steamy mountain moment. But after all that, I gawk at him, dribbling wet like this, and the urge to gobble him is still as raw as the first time I saw him naked. These tight, ripped muscles and this v-line never cease to intrigue me. Am I even normal? Am I getting obsessed with him more than being in love or what?


"You are ogling too much! You have had this body for a week, and you haven't had enough of it?" He utters it when he notices that I might have forgotten my voice in the shower.

He towers before me, hands on his midriff, giving me a clear image of his flawless, enticing contour. It is like his intentions are to drive me wild here. Or why would he display himself like this? "Have you had enough of me already, Mr. Almeda?" I ask, puttering with the ropes of my bathrobe as I jerk myself up from the bed and rack before him.


He swallows hard at the sense of my sensual signals. "I wouldn't have kicked you out of the shower first if that was the case," he whimpers, his dark brown orbs plunging to my bare chest as I begin pulling off the bathrobe slowly.

Aha! So, that was why he asked me to leave the shower first, implying that we ladies take forever to get dressed. As he didn't know it takes me just a flash to be ready. I confidently argued, and I had a strong backup because he has seen me dress up for work countless times, and not even once did he complain that I was taking long. But eventually, he won, kicking my ass out of the shower.

Bad boy!

He licks his lips, and I can feel his eyes devouring my bare skin. They are twinkling with a beautiful curtain of lust. This is the site that I love the most about them. "Shit!" He curses as my bathrobe falls to my feet, leaving me naked before him.

"Oops!" I smirked in response to his curses. "So, you were hoping to find me dressed up because you can't stand this sight, huh?" I tease, reveling in the playful banter between us.

He responds by grabbing my waist and pulling me close until our bare chests collide, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through both of us. The heat between us intensifies, and I can feel the magnetic pull of his desire.

"But you had to tempt this beast!" he groans, his voice low and husky, filled with longing and hunger.

Mmh! I love this beast of mine. When his moist sugar lips tremble with desire like this, and when his eyes portray nothing but lust like this, I can't help but smirk with pleasure. I love the tremendous impact I have on him.

"But my beast is taking me somewhere. We have no time for this, babe. Because I am dying to see what the last night of our spree holds for us." I tease, boring into his eyes, despite mine being diminished by his dominant gaze.

Funny how I am still not shuddering with this contact. I guess I'm staunched to challenge him today, huh?

He leans his face down, tightening his grip on me. Our facial features are in alignment, our wet lips swabbing each other. My hard nipples are hardly huddled on his bare torso. I can't even decipher how my arms traversed his neck. We are foraging each other's pheromones. The heat between us is inflating way too high. I might have ignited a fire that I can't put out because it's consuming me too.

"But this beast can't walk out with this bulge. Unleass you want all the ladies' eyes devoring me out there. Can you handle that?" He mashes his manhood on my front, his hard tip tickling my belly.

I swallow hard at that. He knows I would gouge them all out. I summon my bold, evading a kiss that was aimed at my lips. Instead, his lips land on my cheek, and he lets out a disappointed sigh while I revel in my small victory. But his reaction is anything but defeated; in fact, he smirks with a beastly confidence that sends a shiver down my spine.

Then he whispers in my ear, his voice husky and filled with promise. "No matter where I touch or kiss you, baby, I will always, always get you to tremble with desire. You should know that."

His words send a jolt of electricity through me, and I can't help but release a coerced moan as he begins to suckle the delicate skin below my ear. His touch ignites a fire within me, and I find myself melting into his embrace despite my best efforts to resist.

Shit! I forgot how well he knows my body and how to get me jerking with pleasure like this. This is what I reap for trying to be a seductive bitch. Remind me again when have I ever been able to resist him?

I should google how to resist my boyfriend one of this fine days. Deep sigh! It is not like I want to starve my man and drive him into another bitch's arms. So, yeah, I give in.