Transmigrating from a zombie world to become the mecha kings wife

"Not now, not tonight." he thought. If she started thinking straight for even one second he would lose his mind. 

"Just kiss me," he murmured against her lips. If she was kissing him, she would not be thinking. His tongue delved into her mouth again, and his hand that was on her breast squeezed gently. He did not want to squeeze too hard, afraid that he could cause her pain. As he felt it\'s weight in his hand and committed it to memory, he pushed the upper part of her bra lower and his hands finally grazed over her nipple. 

She moaned into his mouth and her breathing became faster, his heart pounded because her reaction excited him, he became bolder and he squeezed the nipple. 

Her grip on his shoulders tightened and she moaned again. He knew what he wanted, it was to see her her like this, naked, to peel away all her clothes and take her nipples into his mouth, introducing her to pleasures he was sure she did not know. He removed his hand from breast and took it out of her shirt.

She opened her eyes in shock, they looked at him with a naked desire, "Esong?" she whispered a question. Why had he stopped? 

He simply lifted her, taking her into the bedroom and the shut shut itself behind them. There was a finality to the little sound of it locking itself shut. She kept her eyes on him and she watched him take off his shirt, so her hands moved to her own shirt, ready to unbutton it. 

"No," his hands stopped her. "I want to do it." he said. 

She looked up at him, at his lips begging for him to kiss her with her grey eyes. Begging him to do wicked things, and she had so many of those that she wanted him to do to her. Many deliciously wicked things that she wanted to do to with him.

"Don\'t look at me like that woman." he said in a husky voice. "I may forget all about taking it slow and just fuck you."

She swallowed and felt herself clenching tight between her legs. \'Yes,\' she almost said, \'Just do that.\'

He placed his hands on her waist, lifted her up so that she could stand on the bed and they could finally be on equal height. He then brushed his lips against hers, pulling back slightly when she opened her mouth. He returned and did it again, applying just enough pressure to make her desperate. As he teased her and tickled her with his tongue, his hands undid the buttons of her shirt. She did not know how he did it but her bra snapped open without him laying a hand on it and it fell on the bed. 

Her eyes widened in shock and he laughed, his mouth found hers again, no more teasing but a real kiss, slow and sweet as he tasted her. She always tasted sweet he thought, never had he kissed her and she was not sweet. He deepened the kiss, and his hands slid along her smoothly curved back. It felt so soft and his hands felt every inch of it, one hand moved to the curve of her bottom and he pulled her against him, making her feel the rise and hardness of his manhood. 

 "Do you feel it?" he asked her. He hand touched her butt and he squeezed it hard, "Feel it." he said. taking one of her hands, and placing it on his erection. "I have been sleeping like this for so long, hard, pulsing and desperate, but only for you." 

Scarlet swallowed and squeezed it, gripping it tightly, and making him moan loudly. "Oh fuck!, do that again." he said. 

His lips moved to her ear and they slid down to her neck., "Do you like this?" he asked. 

She nodded and he smiled. from her neck he finally arrived at her breasts, and his mouth over one of them. "Do you want my mouth on them?" he asked. He blew air on the nipple and she shivered. 

"Yes." she said desperately, grabbing his head and pulling it to her breast. The first lick of his tongue made her moan, it was like the soothing feeling of an ice cube on her body after a long hot day. 

"You\'ll like this even better." he chuckled and caught the nipple between his teeth. His other hand touched her other breast, palming over it, pinching it, rolling and tweaking it any way she wanted. Her moans of pleasure went from soft to loud as she clutched his shoulders and leaned in to his touch frantically. 

He took turns, going from one breast to another, taking his time to drive her crazy until she was heaving and pulsating with need of him. 

"Esong," she cried out his name and dragged his hand from her breast, pushing it down and placing it between her legs. "I need you," she said. 

"Slow," he whispered. 

"No..." she pushed herself up against his hand, "No slow." she pleaded. She had not wanted a man like this in so long, he was her husband, she did not feel guilty about wanting him to take her. 

He pushed her down on the bed, and roughly pulled her jeans off, all that was separating him from her now were her weak panties, made of lace covering. If he used his hands to rip them apart, they would surely not stand a chance.

"Oh my." he said. "What do we have here?" He raised her legs up and pulled them off. 

Her heart raced so fast, faster than it did when in battle and she clenched her legs tightly together. 

"Nope." he said and he pulled them apart, "You can\'t hide anything from me, you wanted to go faster, I will give you faster." 

For some reason, being on display like this for him made her so embarrassed and shy that she covered her eyes. She could not stand watching him look at her this way, as if he was about to eat her. The only time he looked at something else with this much desire was when he was holding a packet of chocolate chip cookies. 

The stupid thought made her giggle, it was the wrong situation to giggle in. 

"If you are laughing, then I must not be doing a very good job," he said. "I should remedy that." 

She thought about explaining why she had giggled but his lips kissed her inner thigh and his fingers trailed slowly over the part of her which was heated, wet and pulsing so she gulped and squeaked