I'm frozen on the spot and staring at him, who's standing in the middle of the suite. Wearing nothing except a white towel to cover his half body.
'Is this some kind of joke that you have been playing at me right now?' I half laugh.
I'm waiting for his explanation but nothing coming from him.
I try to ignore the mass of his glorious body of this man and frantically search my brain for a guidan6or instruction. But it's useless my head totally white right now if you could open and see it. Plus I am not blind so I can see his chest and I voluntarily have happily imagined touching his tough chest. Because his body has exceeds my highest expectation. This man is way past 'perfect' from all the man that I had met. What should I do? He's just standing there with his head slightly lowered, staring up at me through his long lashes. His eyes are piercing at me, his mouth slack and I can see the rise and fall of his incredible chest. There's some serious definition, not too bulky but just a clean cut...perfection. If he devastatingly fully clothed then he's seizure worthy now. I take a deep breath a moment.
Oh no, he has the V too and his heavy breathing is causing his muscles to roll and ripple. What's he doing there like that in his only a piece towel, looking freshly shaven, revealing even more of his beauty heaven? I mentally slap myself all over again. It's obvious show what he trying to playing at. I knew it I shouldn't have trusted him. He's unreal and so bloody forward. It's almost unattractive... almost. I laugh at myself lightly. He's unattractive, I remind my self but I'm pooling a mass of wanted him. His arms drape by his sides but his stance is confident and determined.
He's staring at me with complete intent, his look telling me that I'm about to melt with the pleasure and desire. I should leave, I should run now as fast as possible. As much as I think, I need to battling with my sensible side to run but my body won't move. Shut, instead I run my eyes down to his thighs and notice his little brother had bulge at his groin. He's absolutely had turned on and judging from the coiled rush out of desire that has just sprung into my stomach, so am I.
I part my lips to draw some steadying breaths and the flex my neck.
'Calm down, Wei Lin,' he soothes me quietly.
'You know you want this too.' I almost laugh at him. Who wouldn't? You just look at him! His magnificent body to heavenly.
I stand motionless and only visible movement from my heart that hammering out of my chest and it's increasing more than thousands time beating when he slowly begins to walk towards me. His eyes completely fixed on mine.
When he's just a few miles feet away, his fresh and minty scent engulfs near me making my body involuntarily rigid. I don't how I can manage it but still keep my eyes on his, lifting them as to maintain to see him as he got near. Until he reach and standing before me, as close as he can be without physically touching me.
'Turn around baby,' he orders gently.
I obey without even have a thought of hesitation . I slowly turning away from him as I puff my cheeks out and clench my eyes to shut. What I am doing right now? I didn't even falter in the slightest. My shoulders are tensing, anticipating waiting his touch and there no amount of mental encouragement to relax is paying off. The only sound in the room right now is the heavy breathing that coming out from both of us. I stand for a few moments, then I turn around and face him again but I got stop in my track when his two firm, warm, slightly shaky hands rest on my shoulders, keeping me from following through my intent. His touch make me flinch and he release one hand slowly, as if to ensure me to stay still before he gathers my loose hair and release it down in my front. In my own private darkness, I can here my head demanding me to run away but my body don't want to move a bit.
His hand return to my shoulders and slowly massage my tense muscles. The feeling is so divine and my head rolls in appreciation as small sigh has come out from my lips. The pressure increases and I soak up the delicious movement of his talented hands as I feel his hot, minty breath getting closer to my ear. I shudder while moving my face toward the source. I know this is inviting but right now at this moment, I've lost all my sense and my desire wanted more.
'Let's not stop this, my dear,' he whispers half begging. The vibration of his voice prickling throughout my body. I'm physically shaking and everything way beyond of my control. My breath catches at the back of my throat.
'I don want to.' My voice is unrecognisable came out. I can't believe he's would capture me just like this and I easily accepting his seduction.
He presses his entire front body against my back and put his lips to my ear.
'I'm going to take off your dress right now.' He whispers seductively.
I nod as a symbol of agreement is almost nonexistent but he catches it and answer it by nipping my earlobe which is only assist in raising the relentless pressure in me that already throbbing core.
'You're f**king beautiful, my dear,' he purrs then skimming his lips across my ears.
'Holywell,' I lean back into him as his erection throbbing greatly through his towel, pulsing into my lower back.
'Do you feel that?' He circles his lips and I start to moan.
' I going to have you right now, my lady.' His words are spoken with absolute conviction.
And I completely a slave to his voice. I know he bound to have practicing in this area. He must have a gifted of seduction down to a fine art . I'm not denial either. All women must have been falling on his daily basis. Furthermore, he's a well trained master taking what he wants but this fact doesn't bother me slightest. Right now I am here for taking him, with no conscience and indecisiveness. Caution has been wholly and thrown out to the wind.
I can feel his index finger start at the base of my back and trailing a slow with definite stroke up the centre of my spine instantly. Causing my head to roll freely. I plead my hands to remain at my sides when all I want to do is to turn and devour him but he's already stopped me from turning to face him once. He clearly likes to be in control.
As he reaches at the very top of my dress, he grasps the zip and places his hand on my hip. I jerk spontaneously. This is my ultimate trickle spot and any friction of my hip bone or hollow above it send me through the roof. I squeezing my eyes shut, I use every ounce of my willpower and I posses to disregard the contact. It's hard but the sheer of the size of his hand splayed across my hip grounds me and keeping me immobile.
The zipper of my dress slowly lowers and I hear him gasp at my exposure of my bare skin. He removes his hand from my hip and I'm stunned when I miss the heat immediately. But then I feel both of my hands slide under the material of my dress and rest on my bare shoulders and his fingers flex as he pushes my dress away from my front before slowly dragging it down from my body and letting it fall to the floor.
His breath catches and I thank everything holy that I put on decent underwear. Now I'm standing in my bra, knickers and heels at the complete of a perfect magnificent man looming behind me.