Billionaire's Feisty Wife (Updating In the End of September 2021)

Chapter 12 - Personal Candy

Chapter 12

AIRAB

"Airab..." Her gaze raises to my mouth, and then lingers at my lips. Oh. I have been dying to kiss her after the blunder I had done. It won't be bad having them again. I feel aroused seeing the look of want on her aquiline features. "When will we make our relation real in front of Allah?" She questions.

In reply to her question, I take her hand and put it over my heart. She seems shocked sensing my marathon beats, a total contrast to my composed posture. She gulps the saliva with disbelief having her answer and expecting the fulfilment of her rightful demand she has just made. Now, I am no one to turn her down or keep myself and my desires in check. Enough of dramatic stuff. We need to live a real life.

We are now hungrily staring at each other being in the comfort of arms. Her face is angled right to my mouth.

Her eyes go be-iman, demanding a love-making right now in contrast of beat-red face. As I am sexually charged, thus cannot keep myself in restraint anymore. Saying bye to the patience I dive into the territory of her... heaven.

Her lips seek passion from mine. She has her eyes closed savoring the small torturing pecks She tightens the grip of her finger tips over my shoulder blade. I feel myself enlarging.

I shrug her straight, laying her down over the leather material and take the pride place over her. She holds my neck with both arms, encouraging me to do more. As I get lost into her wonderland, she moans exceptionally at my harsh bites and sweet nibbles.

Oh, my, me.

She presses me here and there as I kindle the calescent sentiments by rightfully claiming her mouth and letting myself to be claimed by her. My heart is on the edge of explosion along the torrid fibers of body due to the cats and dogs raining of salacity. All other happenings of the day are like deleted form my memory. My wife is the center of my consciousness.

Sofa is feeling the most appropriate furniture right now. I pin her more under me, entwine our fingers and then kiss her with formidable zeal... like there will be no tomorrow.

Calling out my name, she tightens the grip, digging nails into my hands. I was always aware of this intoxicant salvation between us. Dammit, how we spent almost two months without each other?

She bites my tongue as a protest to my soft sucks. I might stop breathing any moment. I cannot handle anymore; it's like I am dying and going to heaven. I try to pull back but Elza wants more, she hardens her grip. With raged breaths and hard situation, I give in.

"Elza, I am dying." I beg her.

"Me, too Airab, me too." We are going through an entire different criteria of passion. It is like we will disperse any second. Our bodies will go ashen. Our souls though would enjoy the oneness.

She gasps hard against my famished tongue. Making a rightful grip at the back of my head, she takes the lead. It was a declaration from her. Declaration from her to not stop.

She is touching me like the basic necessity of life. I have her lustrous hairs free of clip and tangling my fingers through them. She does not stop moaning even after toiling to quash them. After all she is with me, a man who has desired only her, in his entire life.

I have no intention to be slow any second. I grind our lowers making her heave with the feel of me. Baby, yes, you do this to me.

She slides her right arm to my lower back. Hot. Simple, hot. With the clothes on, how can one feel on fire? I am answerless. She kisses me on cheeks and over side of jaws with affection, flipping my heart with pride; pride of being loved by her. I let my hand touch her where I want my mouth to be - her round perky breasts.