Chapter 144 - 144 Drunken State

"NOW! Answer me." He pushes high and grinds firmly, a sweat breaking out across his brow.

"Babe. Don't think to hold out on me." He warns.

His words hit me like a lightning bolt.

' What?  Hold out? '

Hello! Is he's tried to force a love confession out of me by making love with me?

F*CK!!!

I still remember last Saturday when he rammed into me repeatedly, demanding I to say it.

So I thought he was only looking for reassurance so that I wasn't leaving.

But what I've has guessed, totally was wrong.

Hey, how did he even know that?

Just then there's another perfect grind move from him and my internal muscles start to spasm, tremors inching their way into the epicentre of my nerve endings. My legs got stiffen instantly.

"How... how did you know?" I cry, throwing my head back in despair, both mentally and physically.

"Damn it! Babe, look at me now," He hits me with a full, hard strike, and I drag my eyes open on an angry yell.

" Babe. I love you. Meant it," he shouts, reinforcing his words with yet another slow withdraw and hard fast attack of his h.i.p.s.

"Ohh...I love you too!" I scream the words that are punched out of me.

Slow he stops his movements completely, our breaths rushed and frantic as he holds my hands in place and looks down at me.

"Listen, Wei Lin. I love you so freaking much. And I didn't think it was possible to stop loving." His words penetrate me deeply, the intensity of our joining having my heart kicking into a higher gear as he looks down at me.

When I look up at him, I can see the tears were pricking the backs of his eyes. Then he smiles faintly and slowly withdraws himself.

"Now, we are going make an official love," he says quietly as he starts rocking gently back into me and capturing my lips in a slow, make a sensual kiss with full of meaning.

He releases his hold of me and my hands fly to his back, slipping across his damp skin. His tactic has changed completely.

Slowly and leisurely, he drives in and out of me, pushing me up towards complete rapture as I clasp at his damp back, holding as tight as I can. Being making love with him has always been beyond compare, but at this moment holds a significant power that I never thought possible.

He really does loves me.

As I was struggling to keep my emotions in check when he pulls back and holds his face to mine, nose to nose, eyes full of sentiment.

At that moment I'm almost coming apart. When the consistency of his controlled, deep thrusts has me shuddering and tensing around him as my core convulsing and grips his shaft on each and every plunge of him.

I look up at him, I find the glitter of sweat across his brow and his frown line deep with full concentration telling me that he's tumble to the edge too.

Just then he tilting my h.i.p.s up on a thrust, I was jolted and screaming a pleasure m.o.a.n as he fills all inside of me and taking me to my absolute limit.

Every feeling of his rhythmic, meticulous tempo having me wanting to squeeze my eyes shut down, but I can't drag them away from his. Because looking at him made me feel a deep connection with him.

"Babe, now," he says, his hot breath spreading across my face.

"Hmm," I nod at him.

Then I gasp, as the feeling of him expand and throb in preparation for his release.

"Oh, God!" A rush of air escapes his lips and his body goes rigid, but he doesn't remove his eyes from mine.

My back arches on reflex when the spiralling rush of pleasure reaches its climax and sends me tumbling into a hurricane of uncontrollable tornados feelings.

Immediately, I cry out in complete despairing of pleasure that had made to me. My body completely trembling in his hold. I close my eyes to blink back the tears that have developed as my orgasm begins to recede slowly and lazily with his continued even strokes.

"Your eyes babe," he commands softly.

And I obey, slowly opening my eyes again when I almost shut it as all my strength wore out. Feng Teng m.o.a.ns deeply as I tighten all of my muscles at my core to grip him and extract his release from him inside of me.

Locking my eyes on him and I wonder; how does he keeping his head up and his eyes open looking at me all this time without shifting from me an inch?

Plus I can see the battle he's having with his instincts to hammer into me and throw his head back, but he's keeping a rein on his control. And then, you can almost hear the snap of his release as his cheeks puff out and he pushes himself into me, long and hard, holding himself there, my muscles obliging his throbbing erection and continuing with their slow, easy constrictions as he pours into me.

"Feng Teng, I do love you," I say quietly as he looks down at me, his chest heaving.

There. I've put it out there.

My cards are well and truly on the table, and he didn't technically f.u.c.k that one out of me.

Gently he rests his lips on mine.

"I know you do, baby," he says slowly.

"How did you know?" I ask.

As remember, I know I've never told him before. Besides, I've screamed it in my head a thousand times, but I have never actually voiced it out.

"Hehe. You were actually told me when you were drunk, babe," He smiles.

"After I taught you how to dance in your drunken state," He smiles lightly.

Huh? When is it? Dance?

In flash, I do a quick run-through of the night when I got ridiculously drunk and relented to his persistent pursuing again. That's was when I'm were 

Oh God! I remember it now, I was admitting it to myself, but I certainly don't remember how did I blurting it out to him.

Hmm, I actually don't remember how much after he was escorted me from the bar. But the reason I was in that state was his fault too.

"Err, I don't really remember it," I admit.

In pronto, I feel how bloody stupid I am at that time. Lol.

"It's okay, I know you don't," He whispers as he starts grinds his h.i.p.s again.

OOOOOooooooohoooooo.