So My First Two Wives of Love

Stop me if you can

"I'm not a patient person, Melati...."

It was clearly visible, drawn from his hardened face line and his two eyes that kept staring straight at my lips.

My breath was stifled as he urged again, his thumb had already slid into my mouth while the look in his eyes moved to look at my two eyes waiting for an answer.

But how do I answer when my lips are held back by the naughty touch of his thumb moving deeper and deeper, pressing my teeth until my jaw is open.

I could feel Gibran's breath coming down on my face as he began to align our faces.

"This is your last chance, Jasmine.." whispered Gibran, his low tone of voice sounded so sensual that I unconsciously swallowed my saliva. Gibran grinned, he looks happy to see my reaction that I can't hide.

"I'll count to three... One-"

Both of my eyes immediately rounded, Gibran lied, he had just counted a number but his lips had landed on the surface of my lips, kissed him gently without taking a sip and then he pulled his face away, stopping a kiss that felt more like a short kiss and a weird bad feeling infiltrated my heart and made me feel disappointed.

"Why? You want more?" Gibran played me, he dominated me so easily, starting a game that was obviously in his favor but I had to work hard.

Confessing that I wanted a kiss in her wasn't easy for me.

Our two eyes continued to meet, moving restlessly following each other and only turning away as Gibran lowered his face and touched my hand, linking our fingers and peeling the back of my hand.

He makes me nervous and tense, he burns my body through his touch, he ignites the fire of passion in me through the look in his eyes, he keeps me from twitching through the game.

She who was dangerous, she who easily pulled me, caressed my back that was not wrapped by anything and opened my bra hook with just one hand.

"You're a real professional...."

Gibran smiled at the sarcastic praise I was giving, but I couldn't see his smile any longer because after that he kissed me again just this time more deeply, it might be too deep for his tongue to easily greet my tongue.

"Hmmm...." Gibran groaned, he brushed my lips impatiently, pulling my lower lip and biting a bit of anxiety, but his actions made my body go limp.

I almost fell down if Gibran did not grab my waist and he finally lifted me up on the sink and after that without letting go of my lips, he opened his shirt that was almost dry on his body.

"Reply to me, Jasmine... Don't make me more frustrated." Gibran muttered that momentarily let go of my lips just to ask for more.

I looked at him who was now bare-chested in front of me. His athletic body hypnotized me, I could feel his burning body temperature through my palms which were now on both shoulders.

"Gibran we're on"

"Shhhhhhhhhhhh!"

I was stunned when Gibran cut my words by putting his finger on the surface of my lips that were still wet because of his saliva. He shook his head as a sign so I wouldn't talk about it.

"Why? You want us to stop here?"

"When I say stop eating you have to end it...."

"Your smile looks suspicious, Gibran."

"Try to stop me if you can!"

My breath was restrained when Gibran again scooped my face with both hands and kissed my lips, he pressed my nape and deepened our kiss.

My head was dizzy, this kiss made me float around and finally my defense collapsed.

Gibran knocked it down as I slowly kissed him back and Gibran's hand no longer held my face.

He took both of my hands around his neck as his body moved closer and closer between my open legs.

Gibran's hands after that started moving mischievously infiltrated into my dress, stroked my thighs and continued to move deeper until I had to hold his hand or I was about to be crushed.

Gibran did not force, he did not move any further after that even though his hand was still there and gave an amused sensation that spread throughout my body.

As thirsty for each other grew, this kiss deepened without any restrictions, scouring every crevice, marking every inch with the tip of the tongue that kept moving mischievously, the kiss continued, interlaced and exchanged salivae until his voice rattled to fill the bathroom space that was not too big.

Gibran's hand re-embraced my body, he hugged me tightly after I pushed him when he was almost out of breath.

"That's enough, Gibran," I whispered slowly.

Our breath in the middle, our chest pumping against each other gave a stinging sensation of the rest of the passion that almost exploded before because of the hot kiss earlier.

Slowly Gibran let go of his embrace, he then lowered me down from the sink carefully then picked up his shirt that had fallen on the floor.

"Don't be long, it looks like I need to cool my body down again unless you want us to cool it down together...."

I swallowed my saliva once more. Gibran has a million ways to take the situation between us to his advantage and to this day I still struggle to handle it.

"Yes you took a bath first, I am afraid of the same prey you!" knock me out before stepping out of the bathroom or I will never be able to get out peacefully because even after I come out of the bathroom, my body still feels that strange sensation.

Oh, shite! I want more....

I bit my lower lip that still feels sweet the rest of our kiss and when I turn around, I, simultaneously Gibran came out from inside the bathroom with wet hair still dripping and the heaviest part in this scene as Gibran only used a bathrobe.

He stupefied me, stunned as his dashing appearance exuded a high aura of sensuality especially as the man stepped closer.

Gibran wasn't even close when my body was moving backwards and I ended up falling on the bed.

He didn't say anything, but his hand moved to touch my chin until my face lifted up looking at him.

Oh my God, my faith is not that strong to get this much trial....

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