That One Time
“More, lieverd.” He guided her with his hands and she followed his lead, trusting him to do what was best for both of them. She opened her mouth as widely as she could at his hoarse urging, making her throat relax when he told her to do so, and all the while she sucked and loved his cock.
    It was an indescribable sensation, driving the man you love wild with just your mouth and she couldn’t get enough of it. Even though he told her to take it easy, she didn’t want to. She wanted to hear him groan, to feel him stiffen, to see him—
    “Ayah!”
    Her eyes rose to meet his as he came in her mouth. The look of pleasure on his face was unforgettable – it was the first time she had seen him come, and she almost wished she could have it added to her digital scrapbook. She never ever wanted to forget this look.  
    Ayah swallowed all of his come, loving his cock till the end, loving him from the start, and when she finally released him, the look in his blue eyes spoke of the words she needed to hear but couldn’t ask of him. Not yet. Licking her lips, letting him see that she loved the taste of him, Ayah said, “I love you, Luuk.”

 
    ~ Seven ~
     
    “No, you can’t treat me.” Ayah had a determined look on her face the next morning as they set off for Ngong Ping 360, a popular recreational park located at one of the outer islands of Hong Kong.  
    They were both munching on sandwiches bought from a 7-11 outlet near her workplace, with water bottles tucked into the side pockets of their backpacks. Hers was a colorful Toki Doki with more keychains and charms than zippers while his was a baby pink Jansport backpack. It was that or the one with a huge photo of some guy named Lee Min Ho , a really famous actor in Korea. It was an original item made especially for his fans club members, Ayah had assured him. That may be true, but he would rather hand-carry everything than have another man’s face printed on a backpack he was using.
    “Be reasonable, lieverd . I am the man—”
    “But you spent so much money on your flight here,” she argued. “I want this to be my gift to you. Think of it as…” She chewed on her lip, obviously thinking of a way to salvage his pride without budging on her stance.  
    He was content to wait as it gave him time to simply look at her. He had known from her friends that she liked dressing casually. It was what he knew of her, too, which was why Nic had a urge to snatch her into his arms and kiss her, knowing that Ayah had worn a dress for him alone. It was a very modest dress, but because of her curves it had become sexy as hell. It revealed her slim arms, showed off the barest hint of her generous cleavage, and displayed most of her legs. He loved that it gave him something to enjoy staring at, but he hated the fact that other men would be able to see it, too.
    “I got it!”  
    When he glanced at her questioningly, she told him smugly, “Think of it as a dowry. There! You can’t argue with that!” When he started to speak again, she frowned. “I mean it, Luuk. I want this to be my treat. Please ?”
    There were so many reasons to say no. For one thing, the truth was nothing like what she said. He had not spent all his money on the flight here. In fact, he hadn’t spent a single penny since he had been using one of the family’s private jets, and all of its expenses was paid by the family firm.  
    Also, he was a man. He was the one supposed to pay. Thirdly, he was used to paying and was raised to pay a lady’s tab at all times. But when he looked into Ayah’s eyes, seeing how proud she was to do something for him, he heard himself saying, “It will be as you say.”
    And so they took the subway when they could have taken the limousine. They queued for tickets when he could have reserved the entire park for the two of them alone. And when they booked the thirty-minute cable car ride, she went for the—
    Nic started when he heard her say, “Crystal cabin please.”
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