Because It's You.

Plan- Yeah Right (Wayo)

As soon as we get into the room Ming attacks me: lips, hands, arms, and legs, everything he can get on me has found its way onto my body.  He's tangling us together. Finally he untangles our legs long enough to scoop me up and take me to the closest surface which is a desk.

Before getting to the desk we manage to get our clothes off. It's quite an impressive feat considering he's intent on not disconnecting our lips at all. He lifts me onto the desk placing himself between my legs while still kissing me senseless.  He kisses me hungrily, his mouth practically swallowing mine. His tongue is caressing all of the recesses of my mouth in the most dominating and alluring way. If I wasn't already so horny this kiss would have done it to me.

He pushes me onto back and nestles his face between my legs. 

"MING! STOP!" I yell.

It occurs to me just at this moment that I haven't showered since before we left Bangkok and I just spent a night in jail.

He jerks up and looks at me with a startled expression. 

"What's wrong? Is everything ok?" He asks looking me over.

"I need a shower." I tell him.

"What?" He asks in disbelief.

"I'm just going to get you dirty all over again." He says wiggling his eyebrows.

"That's different.  I haven't had a shower in two days and your face is in my crotch.  That IS NOT going to happen." I say.

"Damn.  I knew I was moving too slowly.  I thought I'd already be in you before you realized." He says backing off.

"Let's go." He says almost pouting.

"You can stick it in as soon as I'm clean." I say.

Suddenly I find myself pulled off of the desk and being dragged into the bathroom. Like an Olympic event he has the shower on and our stuff ready to go.  He basically pushes me into the stall.  Seconds later his soaped up fingers are at my hole and pushing in.  He's actually prepping me right now.  How can he be so horny? I literally sucked him off not ten minutes ago.

My husband. What am I going to do with him?

This thought is disrupted by the sprayer rinsing my nether regions and a new substance put in its place.  Did he bring lube into the shower? I turn to look and sure enough he has the bottle that was in my hygiene kit. Seriously when did he get that?

"This is about all I can take." He whispers huskily into my ear.

"I'm ok.  Go ahead." I tell him.

With a relieved sigh he pulls out his fingers and slicks up his cock.  He places his tip at my entrance then slowly and continuously pushes in until he bottoms out.  As if he could get any deeper he grips my hips to steady them and pushes more.

Then he stops.

"My sweet Yo.  You were so mean to me before.  You didn't let me touch for three whole days before I left.  Do you know how badly I suffered?" He hoarsely whispers as his hands travel down the front of my torso.

He gently takes hold of my member and begins to stroke it. He's so good at this and if he weren't so deep inside of me I would be ok with just this but he is and I'm not. I try to move my hips but he won't let me.

"Nuh, uh,uh." He says while shaking his head no.

"You were such a bad boy so now you have to be punished." He says.

Punished? Oh he wants to see punished does he? I let him pump me a few more times because his hand feels so good but I want more.  I want that friction.  I want to feel every inch of his length as he moves in and out of me. I want every nerve in my body to feel like it's on fire.

Well, let's just see who will win this game shall we.  When it comes down to it, he may have stamina and desire but he has low will power and when I start to gently clench my muscle his resolve will die.

"That's cheating." He whines before he slowly pulls back.

He leaves the crown just inside as he leans over and sucks on my neck.  He's still stroking me off too.  I just might lose my mind if something doesn't happen soon. Lucky him I'm getting close.

"Ming." I call out in warning and he stops his motion.

What the fuck is he doing? He wants to die in this bathroom tonight.  I reach for myself but he grabs both of my hands and holds them against the wall above my head.  Damn strong hands, he only has to use one to hold my hands on place.

"Say you're sorry for being so mean to me." He says softly.

"I'm not sorry." I tell him.

"Fine." He says releasing my hands and fully pulling out.  He walks out of the shower and grabs a towel.

"I'M SORRY!" I yell.

"There's no way I could have survived you being gone if I had let you touch me.  I wasn't trying to be mean or punish you.  I was trying to save myself." I explain.

With large, quick steps he walks back into the shower and kisses me deeply wrapping his hand around my waist and pulling me closer before releasing the kiss and spinning me around.  He pushes my body against the wall and without any warning enters my body as at unrealistic rate.

This isn't the "loosening you up and getting you ready" thrusting here, this is the "I'm a jackhammer and plan to crush you" kind of pounding.  Each thrust pushes me forward into the tiles causing me to hit my head.  Finally It occurs to me to put my hand there so I won't have a bruise on my forehead.

"Be grateful you don't have to work because I'm going to destroy your ass all week long." He groans out.

"What. about. your. plan?" I manage to get out.

"This is my plan." He growls.

My vision is going hazy from delirium and I can tell I'm about to blow.  I look down in time to see pulses spray along the tiles.  The water washes it down the drain in a stream of opaque.

Right now I'm regretting sucking him off because I know he can go a little longer.  I can't stand in here much longer so I start squeezing again.  This time not as gentle.  I have a specific result in mind which I achieve in the fifth squeeze.

I feel the warm heat coat my walls seconds after I hear him groan.  He continues with his momentum and rides it out before finally slowing down.

"You could have said you were tired, I would have carried you to the bed." He says looking a bit dissatisfied.

I just look at him like he's an idiot.  How long have we been together? When have I ever been able to string words together during sex?  That would be never.

He cleans up the stuff running down my leg with the sprayer then turns off the water.  He wraps me in a towel and carries me to the bed just in time for the bell to ring.  He smiles and walks to the door with a towel wrapped around his waist.

Wait! Is someone going to see his body?  He better grab a fucking robe if he doesn't want to die in this hotel room.  And because my husband knows me so well he grabs a robe as he passes them and puts it on without me having to tell him. He goes to the door and comes back with room service.  I notice that he is who brings it in and not the server.

"As if I'm going to let anyone see you." He says practically reading my mind.

He sits beside me with the tray of food. He grabs something and holds it my lips.

"Eat baby.  You're going to need your strength.  You're not leaving this bed until Monday."