Say Please

Climax

My thumb brushed over his lower lip as I relished this final moment before I knew we would explode. He was absolutely stunning—inside and out—and he had chosen me. This man with his perfectly pouty lips and the most piercingly brown eyes and his adorable dimples when he smiled... had just professed whatever feelings he was holding in.

I am worthy, I thought. I scanned his face with longing and desire, my eyes locking with his. Those dusky irises beckoned me closer, toward whatever road we were about to walk down together.

Chan's hands found the backs of my thighs and he gently lifted me onto the icy counter. My gasp from the cold was caught as his lips met mine. I twisted my fingers in his hair and pulled him closer. He responded by scraping his nails gently against my outer thighs—a touch that felt more than amazing—until he could grip my waist. His thumbs locked in the crease where my stomach and thighs met.

This kiss was nothing like last night. In the heat of the moment and in the haze of the alcohol, we were sloppy and hurried—lost in lust. Now... now we were both slow and methodical, touching and connecting like this was our last encounter. We wanted to explore each other like the other had never experienced before. And this was only the beginning.

I let out a soft moan as his teeth trapped my lower lip and pulled slightly—relishing the ecstasy of the pain. He let go, but kept his assault going. He nipped at my jaw, working his way toward my ear. My head fell back as I took in all the pleasures he had to offer.

"Chan," I half-whined, half-groaned, "bedroom."

"Yes, ma'am," he giggled as he kissed below my earlobe. I gasped loudly this time; Chan had found the perfect spot. He kissed the same spot once again, only this time his tongue sent a wave of heat to my core as he tasted me for the first time. "I'll have to remember this spot later," he added, his voice hoarse.

He picked me up with ease and I wrapped my arms around his neck as he led me to his bed. He set me down at the edge and took a step back.

"What?" I asked, already breathless.

"Just figuring out what I want to do and how I'm going to do it," he said roughly. His eyes darted to every piece of exposed skin. My fingers tiptoed on my thighs, slowly lifting the hem of my dress. His eyes darkened with desire as the red lace of my underwear was exposed. I watched him watch me as I continued the ascent. I felt the cool breeze of the air conditioning hit my belly button and my chest as I lifted the clothing over my head.

The fabric dropped into a messy pile beside my foot. Without warning, Chan's mouth was on me once more, this time with more intensity than before. I back hit the comforter as he towered over me. His hands held me steady—one wrapped at the base of my hair, the other pressing into my hip. Mine examined his body and the amount of clothing that was still on him (way too much was the answer). Contact between us never breaking, I slowly unbuttoned his top until I could run my nails down every ridge and bump of the muscles newly exposed. I traced a map of him—following the lines across and down at an angle until I hit the hem of his pants.

I was ravenous—I felt like I had withheld this pleasure from myself for so long that I would go insane if I didn't have it all right now. I moved to his button, but was caught by Chan's strong grip. I pouted my bottom lip dramatically as he pulled away.

"Patience, babe. I said I wanted to take care of you. And I mean that in every sense." I inhaled sharply and felt the heartbeat in my belly thrum faster at his words. "Scoot up a bit more." He said, standing at the edge of the bed once again. I did as he said and pushed myself up until my head hit the plush pillows at the top. Chan paused, allowing both of us to look at each other. He let his open shirt fall to the floor, exposing his broad, muscular shoulders. They flexed as his hands turned to fists. His tongue hit the inside of his cheek as he examined every inch. I glanced down—and unconsciously moaned—as my eyes locked on the area I so badly wanted to unbutton.