I'm in Love with a Plumber

Chapter 19

Hiya guys, it's me again. Just popping in to warn you that this chapter contain some mature + graphic content. So viewers discretion is adviced. Aesha also included a warning before the scene so if you're not comfortable reading that just skip past the (XX) mark. That being said, please enjoy this chapter!

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Rule Number Nineteen:
Love in a relationship is pretty simple:
You give love. You receive love. You make love.

oOo

Step Three-Three course meal.

Once inside the apartment, Syaoran closed his arms around Sakura, pulling her as close as he could.

"Couch?" he said in her ear.

She nodded shyly. Syaoran placed his hand gently under her chin and lifted her face up so that their face were inches apart. His lips moved against her throat, nuzzling against her neck, and then he began to murmur. All those soft, seductive words that she had dreamed and fantasized about hearing.

He buried his head in her soft, sweet-smelling hair. Syaoran heard her sigh and he pulled back slowly.

"I'm not going to do anything that you don't want me to," he said.

She blinked, then whispered. "Kiss me." Although she wasn't just asking for a single kiss alone.

"Are you sure?"

Sakura nodded.

He found her lips and kissed her. A slow, gentle, exploring kiss. The taste of him bewitched her. Sakura lifted her head and gazed into his eyes.

The invitation in her eyes was unmistakable. Desire and need clearly glittered in her eyes. A sensual need grew inside him as he smashed his lips against hers and parted her lips. His tongue pushed inside her, tasting her sultry flavor. Their tongues mated, danced, and seduced each other.

He led her across the room to a leather couch, their lips still locked as Syaoran laid Sakura down gently. He shifted to a more comfortable position so that he wasn't crushing his weight down on her entirely.

Sakura broke the kiss abruptly.

He gave her a concerned look and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I just remember that I left the cakes at your grandmother's shop this morning..."

He groaned. "Sakura, that was at least eleven hours ago—why now?"

"Am I ruining the mood?"

"Yes."

"S-Sorry." She blushed slightly, and blushed more because of the embarrassment of blushing in front of him at a time like that. "Sometimes, it's like I can't control my own mouth..."

He smirked. "I can help with that." A long finger stroked her cheek. He coaxed her mouth open and slipped his tongue inside. The touch of his lips was gentle and tentative. A soft sigh escaped her throat as Syaoran fully claimed her lips.

In a heartbeat, the kiss turned rough. Teeth scraped skin, bit, nipped. Tongues invaded, clashed, plundered. A need formed deep inside her, a strange aching desire she had not felt before. His lips and tongue were magical, bringing soft moans from her throat. Syaoran broke the kiss, but only momentarily. His lips began to place soft little touches on her nose, her cheeks and then her neck. Trembles of desire shook her body, and he pulled her closer to him.

Trailing little bites down the silky skin of her throat, he slid his hand up her leg and under her dress to cup her through her panties. They were silk. And they were already damp.