Possessive

As I felt that possessiveness come over me again. I swear it worked like a switch. One minute I was tolerating our situation well, or thought I was, and then something was spoken, or alluded to, and baby, I want to you now. Her words were all I needed to hear. I rose up from my chair and took her with me, picking her up with my arms and feeling those long legs of hers wrap around my waist so I could carry her out of the dining room and into the bedroom.

She held the sides of my face and kissed me madly the whole way I carried her. I wasn't complaining. I loved it when she was all tense up and she could be like that.

Thanks, God.

So I peeled her top and bottoms off her, not waiting for the seductive of stripping, because all I have to see her body before I totally lost it. She had on a shi er hua lacey underwear. I groaned down at her from above.

"What are you trying to do, my lady?"

She smiled and slowly shook her head back and forth.