Loving You Is Not An Accident: It's Destiny 192 I Feel So... So Lonely

His eyes did not cloud his desire but more like made it evident. Proud to show it to her. Only to her.

"You're breathtaking, my love…"

She gasped and smiled faintly and once again she's overtaken with shyness of her nakedness and have turned her gaze aside but Clifford had other things in mind. He wanted her to look straight in his eyes so he reached out to touch her chin. She looked at him, burning with unspeakable desire. When she could no longer hold it in, she slowly closed her eyes as she finds pleasure in his touch.

Clifford is aching to taste her again, to take her tongue inside again and feel it against his own.

Ah sweetest pleasure it is.

Never Ingrid had imagined experiencing this kind of pleasure. She wanted this moment to last forever.

He brought his face nearer to her that she could feel his hot, deep breaths onto her. His hands landed on her bare shoulders teasing, tracing, and stroking her skin with much ease till it reached its desired position. His hands move smoothly down to her chest on to her breast as if it has a mind on its own. He formed it in his hands as if molding it, fondling it that which fitted perfectly into his bare, big and slightly rough hands.

Ingrid wanted to bellow in pleasure, but then she bit her lip. And soft moans escape her mouth.

But Clifford was the first to pull away, his eyes half opened as he stared down at her. Gently he set her away from him.

"I cannot take and possess you here, my love. You deserve to be treated like a queen. I wanted our first encounter to be the most memorable one…"

He pulled her closer to him and she felt the erection in between his thighs. Ingrid no longer shy away, instead she developed that kind of thrill and curiosity about that thing that bulges from him.

Clifford a.s.sisted his wife to go down to the bathtub, averting her cast arm from being wet. He wipes her body, every inch of her with the intention of preparing her for their future coupling. He wanted her to familiarize with his touch. This may be a torture for him, but, oh well, they both have their lifetime to do it.

After that agonizing 'bath time', he insisted that he should be the one to put her dress on. After that he changed his clothes as well.

Ingrid is now becoming accustomed to his touch. To her Clifford is no longer a stranger but a husband that she needed to love, serve and please.

With him she could show who she really is, with no pretense or worry that he might be displeased with her. For that reason she antic.i.p.ated their future coupling, which to her will be the most amazing moment for them.

Her husband ushered her to her bed, and when he's about to go to his, she stopped him, by catching his hand.

"Let's sleep together please?" There is much pleading in her eyes and in her voice that which makes Clifford reject not. "I want you near beside me…"

He felt like he's a ticking bomb, that anytime would explode. This is such a torment for the man, but he released a deep sigh of resignation and surrender for his wife needed him.

Nodding to her, he whispered.

"I can't wait for that day for us to be one…"

That alone sends some b.u.t.terflies on the woman's stomach. She giggled.

"Me too…"

♥…♥…♥…

After many days, Ingrid and Clifford were released from the hospital. Though there's still a cast on her arm, but her skin has healed tremendously. Even as Clifford could already move freely but still with caution.

They wanted to surprise their son today. They miss the child so much that they could only talk to him through video chats. He's been asking them every time when they should go home. But they have to lie so that he won't worry. Yet, despite their constant a.s.surance that they would soon arrive, he would still weep, shedding some fat tears on his chubby cheeks just like today.

"Mommy, I… feel so… so lonely… without you… and… and dad…" he said in between his sobs and hiccups as his tears flow without stopping.

Ingrid shed tears at the sight of her son. Her heart squeezed with pain by just looking at him at this gloomy state.

"Honey, please forgive dad and mom for making you feel alone. I pray it won't happen again, right daddy?" she moved her gaze to her husband beside her.

"Of course, my boy…" he paused as a lump started to form in his throat as he saw the loneliness in the eyes of his poor little boy. So to avert his son's attention, he asks, "What are you up to now my son?"

"I'm playing with the misters daddy…" Clifford knitted his brows.

"Misters? Who are they?"

"The mister bodyguards, daddy. Look…" Clark moved his gadget to the direction of the bodyguards who shy their faces away.

The boy formed fascination over the game they've played that the body guards took turns in playing with the child and each time, they would head back to head quarters with marks of lipstick on their faces.

"What happened to them?" Clifford does not know if he would laugh or be surprise.

"We're playing Bob, the weasel, dad and it's my new favorite game. When you'll come back, I'll teach you how it's done…" the child grinned and wiped his wet face with his small hands, sniffing the fluids in his reddening nose.

"Who taught you that?" he's now having thoughts of playing that game with his son as he beholds the faces of the bodyguards.

"Uncle Griffith and he told me that he has lots of things that he wanted to teach me…"