Chapter 18

I saw lust in his eyes. He’s not breaking our eye contact.

I swallowed again when I felt a hand slowly only and gently caressing my handsy while still looking at me and my lips. Kiki is giving me a different feeling. This is hell!

I was about to push him again when he kissed me for the third time. Kiki became different. I’m with a different, Kiki. Maybe I’m with an impostor or immortal?

He became hotter, and there was a fire in the room.

I haven’t followed the movements of Kiki’s lips because I got distracted by what he was doing on my legs and body.

He is also caressing my whole body, and his palm is hot. I moan between our kisses.

I search for the hem of his shirt and lift his shirt. He stops kissing me to help me undress him, and he attacks my lips again when we finally remove his plain white shirt.

I put my palm on his tummy to feel his abs, hihi. He has two abs. I'm teasing him.

I touch his crotch and moan, “fuck!” He curses in between our kisses.

The next destination of my hands is in the garter of his shorts, but he stops me right there and as he stops from kissing me too.

His hands step on my waist, and he caresses me with his thumb; sometimes, he draws a circle on it.

His kiss travel on my neck and I lift it to give me access. His hand moved down in my tights, and I pulled his hair full force.

He liked to suck and bite my neck. Heaven.

His tongue felt excellent and skilled. This is heaven, and it felt so good and hot.

“What are you doing t-to m-me?” I almost lost my breath, and I was getting crazy. He is tutoring me with his touch and tongue.

I ark my body when his kisses are going down to my chest.

“Uhmm.” I moaned.

I pulled his hair harder. I’m closing my eyes sincerely. Felt the sensation and the different feeling that he was giving to me.

“Why did you stop?!” I angrily asked him and killed him with my stares.

“You’re moaning.” He answered and sat beside me

I am still looking at him in the wrong way.

“Duh, you too! You started it!” I defend.

He didn’t mind what I had complained, “I’ll just take a cold shower,” He bid, but I pulled his hand so he won’t go.

He gave me a questioning look.

“Try to go and leave me here,” I warned him as I held him tightly. He needs to be responsible for what he did to me! He is a runner! After he tortures me, is he going to run? Huh! No way!

“I’ll just take a shower.” He protested, “I’ll be back and lay beside you.”

“No!” I said like a boss.

“After you torture me? Are you going to leave? I felt like I had a fever from what you did to me! Don’t go! Be responsible!!” My voice raises.

“Okay, okay.” He surrendered and closed his eyes deeply.

He didn’t put on his shirt, and I smiled wide when he lay beside me. I won. Like before, I am lying beside him, and his arm is my pillow.

“Why is your body burning too? We’re the same!.” I asked innocently.

I look at him with a broad smile, but his face is, I can’t paint his expression, and he looks having a boner.

“God!” I heard him murmuring something.

I got his one hand so he could hug me too. I am too demanding because he won’t do things voluntarily.

“Sleep now, princess.” He began to stroke my hair.

“Stop teasing me. I feel horny.” He said, grabbing my hands traveling in his broad and complex chest and holding it tightly so I won’t do it again. He cages my hands in his palm, not too tight.

“Kiki, I feel so hot, and my body is burning; it's getting hot while I am hugging you,” I complained to him.

He closed his eyes again and sighed for the second time.

“Just sleep. Fvck!” He was having a hard time. His face seemed like someone was punishing him with pain, and he was just enduring the pain.

“Kiki, t-there … there is a snake under the bed. I feel that something is m-moving.” I said, almost crying.

My hand touched it, long and hard like a stone.

“Claire, please shut up!” He raised his voice to me, “sleep. Please.” He is really having a hard time and begging me to stop talking.

“But what is that thing? That is not a snake?”

“If you don't stop asking questions, you will regret what I’m going to do you.”He threatens me, “and you won’t like it. So, please. Sleep. Now.” He commands like a boss.

I was about to speak again when he glared at me.

“Claire.” He warned again, “don’t be hard-headed.” He said seriously but with sweetness and a little add ons mint.

I dipped my head on his neck and closed my eyes tightly. He is burning more than me.

I looked at him and was about to speak again when, “but- Joke! Joke! joke!” I hid my face in his neck.

“One more. One more, and you won’t like what I am going to do with your body. One more word." He said huskily, "I'll fucking torture you in bed."  He murmured sexily and angrily.

“Good morning, hon.”

I felt him hug me from the back. I am here in the kitchen cooking for us. The sun is giving me a bright morning and a happy beginning. The shine of the sun this morning is different.

I felt him kiss my neck, and he hug me tightly. Morning routine. He just woke up and hasn’t taken a bath.

“Why did you wake up so early? You don’t have work.” I asked, wondering while continuing to peel the potato and carrots. I will cook breakfast for both of us. Before he leaves the house, I make sure he takes breakfast; I don’t want him to go to work with coffee in his stomach.

I know he is too tired from work and has been working hard for our future.

He suddenly spun me to face him, kissed my lips and chin, and followed on the forehead and neck. His breath smelled like a mint.

“Hmm, let me guess, you did something,” I joke, “why you sweet today? Early in the morning, mister.”

He hugged me and buried his face in my neck.

“I'm always like this on you, hon.” He said in a sweet voice.

I presented him to me. I’m cupping his face, “you are really handsome,” I rubbed his face, “it's good that I'm charming you.” I pinch him on both cheeks, and it turns pink.

He kissed me and buried his face in my neck again.

“Eat first,” I said in a sweet voice, too, “Do you want coffee?” I caress his hair and back. I always got his back.

He didn’t answer and deepened his face on my chest.

“Hon, I am cooking,” I told him.

He walked and turned off the stove while hugging me.

“I’ll be with the BGC boys later. They want to drink. It’s that fine, hon? We are going to drink, and I’ll go home late.” He informed me.

Oh, so this is why he woke up early and was sweet? Kienzo will always be Kienzo; he won’t change.

“Ah, that’s why you are so sweet early in the morning.” I joke.

I caress his back and let him miss me, “remember, don’t drink too much, okay? Go home safe with me, no injury and bruises.”I remind him firmly.

“I’ll call you.” He said sweetly.

“Hoy, No. You are with your friends, and your attention and time will be theirs. We are always together and seeing each other in this house. You rarely see your friends, so you must spend quality time with them.” I made my voice convincing, approachable, and sweeter.

He gave a childish side.

He faces me, and his hands are on my waist, “why does it feel like that’s not enough? I want more, hon. I am not content talking to you every minute and hour. If I can, I will put you in my pocket. This may sound cheesy, but. I’m always missing you.”

After that, he rolled his eyes.

He said those words while looking into my eyes.

“I am obsessed with you, babe.” He said, full of feelings.

“Aren't you tired of me yet?” I joke again.

“We’re already married, mister. More than ten years had in the relationship, and we’re already married, haven’t you tired? You are always with me and always seeing my face.” He is like that every morning. He is always sweet. Our morning started with a lot of sugar and coated assurances.

He never fails to make me happy and to feel that he loves me.

“Why? You don’t want?” He asked in a sad tone.

“Hoy, ah! Joke! It's been a while, baby, but I'm still in love with you.” I pinch his waist so hard, and he moves.

He smiled at me.

“I love you. As much as I want to get you pregnant, we still have unfulfilled dreams, and I am following your rules and request.” He said it in the air.

“Hoy, ah! That’s for both of us and for our future children. Why don’t you want them to give a bright and better future?” I asked as I caressed his hair.

“I’m already a lawyer, and I can give them a comfortable life. fuck! It’s easy, baby.”

“Eh, I am not yet a CPA.”

“Yeah, right.” He rolled his eyes, and I laughed.

“attitude, ah,” I commented on his action.