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Her Asian Billionaire: A BWAM Pregnancy Love Story

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by BWWM Club


  He begged her to talk to him but she refused and with a deep sigh he paid the bill and they left the restaurant. The wind had picked up somewhat and he saw her shivering as they waited for the valet to bring around the car but he did not dare touch her, she was silent and he did not know what she was thinking. He did not dare think he had lost her, that he could not bear to think about but maybe she needed some space and he had to give her that, if she needed it.

  He parked the car when they arrived at her apartment and he felt a flicker of hope when she did not get out at once. But then she spoke and the flicker died inside him. “I need some space John,” she refused to look at him and he willed her to do so. She did and her eyes were somber and he ached for her laughing expression.

  “Why?” he demanded, still not daring to touch her.

  “Because I am not myself around you.” She cried out in anguish, her hands balled into fists. “I have no control over my body when you are near me.”

  “And that’s a bad thing,” he asked her incredulously. “I am not myself when I am around you,” he spun her to face him. “Look at me Rosa,” he said tightly, gripping her arms. “I have never felt this way before and I am not going to run off scared, I want to embrace it because it is by far the most wonderful feeling I have ever experienced.”

  “I can’t, “she whispered tearfully, raising a hand to touch his jaw. “Please just give me some time.”

  He looked down at her in frustration and with something muttered in Chinese he pulled her against him and totally destroyed her with a kiss so potent that she sagged against him.

  She was dangerously out of her league and she knew it.

  Chapter 4

  She busied herself at the restaurant and she did not take his calls. After he had released her when they had reached her apartment; he had watched her as she went into the building. She locked the door behind her. She had noticed he had sat out there in his car a little while before driving away. She had spent most of the night pacing and wondering what to do. It was supposed to be casual dates and maybe months down the road it probably would turn into something lasting. She did not know these feelings invading her body; this fire he ignited inside her the minute he touched her and it frightened her a lot. She was always in control; always methodical and collected, thinking things through; she did not sleep with someone on the first date, she never slept with a man unless they were well protected and she had never felt the need to beg one to take her right then and there and she had almost done that with John; both in the restaurant and in the car and did not care that they were in a public place. Hayley had always laughed at her and called her a prude because she had never indulged in kissing when they had been in high school and to think that she had been willing to throw her reserves through the proverbial window was something she had to think about.

  He had been calling her since Monday and she had not taken his calls. Today was Thursday and she had not heard from him for the whole day and it was now after seven at night. She thought she would feel relieved but to her surprise she felt a hollow in the pit of her stomach and realized that she missed hearing from him.

  She was in the middle of doing paper work in the office when Hayley barged in. “You broke him!” She came and stood in front of the desk, her arms akimbo. Her attractive face held a stern expression as she looked at her friend seated behind the desk.

  “Hayley you frightened me,” she exclaimed, her head snapping up.

  “Good,” her friend said pulling out a chair and plopping down. “I gave you a perfectly good man, where in this day and age good men are very hard to find and what did you do? You broke him.”

  “Don’t be melodramatic, I did not break anyone!” Rosa avoided her friend’s sharp gaze and transfixed on a receipt on her desk.

  “He called me and told me that you were not taking his calls and sounded like a guy who had lost his best friend, so in truth and in fact you did break him.” Hayley insisted. “What is wrong with you girl? You have a good thing and you are determined to push it away, are you out of your mind?”

  “It’s going too fast and I want to slow it down a bit,” Rosa said defensively. “Besides I am not sure I am ready for a relationship right now.”

  Hayley stared at her; comprehension dawning. “He has you scared,” she said with sudden insight. “He does not fit into the ‘Rosa mould’ and you do not know how to handle him. Well news flash girl friend! That man is into you and you would be a fool to let him get away from you.”

  There was silence as they stared at each other. Hayley’s expression heated and Rosa’s mutinous as she thought about what Hayley had just said. Her friend was right, she was scared and she was running because she had never experienced anything like what she felt with him before and it did not fit into her pattern of what she had experienced before.

  “I don’t have a mold,” she muttered.

  “You do but that is about to change right now because I told him to come by the restaurant and you two can talk.” She stood up and made ready to leave. “He’s waiting for you at a table in the corner.”

  “Hayley,” Rosa’s voice was panicked.

  “Love is scary; heck life is scary and full of risks so deal with it.” Her friend told her frankly. “You are going to do fine.” She left without waiting for a response.

  Rosa stared after her in frustration. The girl was nothing if not interfering and she realized she had no idea how to face him after having ignored him for almost a week. Taking a deep breath, she smoothed back her hair and went out to find him.

  Her heart jumped when she saw him. He had ordered a glass of wine and was sipping it slowly, looking out the glass partition.

  “John,” she murmured.

  “Rosa,” he smiled slightly. “Good to see you.”

  “I am sorry I did not take your calls.” She said uncertainly.

  “Are you going to sit?” he asked her in amusement.

  She did so with a slightly sheepish smile.

  “How sorry are you?” he quizzed.

  “What?” she looked at him puzzled.

  “I am Chinese Rosa and we are noted for being stoic, never showing our emotion and never allowing our emotions to control us.” He paused and looked at her. “I don’t seem to be able to do that around you for some reason. So are you sorry enough to go out with me tomorrow night?”

  “It depends,” she pretended to be thinking. “Am I going be fed?”

  “Definitely,” he told her with a laugh. “I think it’s time you saw where I live, don’t you?”

  The underlying question was there and Rosa felt her heart picking up speed. If she agreed to go out with him and especially to his place she knew definitely what would happen and he was letting her know beforehand so that she could refuse or tell him to let them go somewhere else.

  “I think so too,” she said softly.

  “Good,” he drank down the wine and stood. “I am glad you have not cut me off entirely; I missed you.” He did not touch her but it was like he did and she watched as he left the restaurant; her mind in a turmoil.

  *****

  He picked her up at eight on Friday and she had chosen to wear a long black woolen skirt and a dark blue sweater. Her hair was in its usual corkscrew curls and she had secured it with a jeweled clip on top of her head. His apartment was in an upscale neighborhood and was truly a bachelor’s pad with two bedrooms and a large bathroom. There were large pieces of Chinese art on the walls and the furniture was ultra modern.

  “Make yourself at home,” he took her coat and hung it on a cute coat hanger shaped like a Chinese lantern.

  She sat on the soft leather sofa and he pressed the remote to start the fire in the huge fireplace in the room. “Very nice,” she murmured. “Are you sure you don’t want my help in the kitchen?” she asked him as he headed that way.

  “No you are on your feet all day and I told you I wanted to pamper you.” He told her.

  She relaxed back against the leather a
nd closed her eyes letting the ambiance of the room close around her.

  They ate in the living room. He had brought in a small table and spread the meal on it. Chicken in cashew with stir fried rice with Chinese chicken noodle salad.

  “You made all of this yourself?” she asked in amazement; tasting and savoring the chicken.

  “Why are you so surprised?” he asked her in amusement.

  “I thought you would live only on take outs,” she told him teasingly.

  “You thought wrong,” he told her.

  “This is very good,” she said appreciatively.

  “Thanks,” he said with a smile. They ate for a few minutes in silence before he asked her. “Why did you refuse to take my calls?”

  She put her fork down and looked at him. “I was scared,” she told him honestly. “You stir something inside me that I have never felt before and I did not know what to do.”

  “So you just decided to push it away rather than deal with it.” He observed.

  “Hayley told me off good and proper and accused me of not wanting to come out of my comfort zone,” she said wryly. “She was right. I am used to controlling the situation and maybe that’s why I had so many problems in relationships in the past; I am sorry I did that to you.”

  “You do know that I want to make love to you don’t you?” he asked her softly, he had pushed away the plate from before him and was looking at her.

  “I want you too,” she told him in a husky voice.

  “I want to show you the rest of the place,” he held out a hand for her to take and she did. He took her on a tour of the apartment and Rosa admired the use of space and the luxury and simplicity of the furniture. Chinese art was everywhere. “I see you are into your culture,” she teased him. He was standing right behind her and they were in the hallway from the main bedroom.

  “I told you my parents would have my head if it were otherwise,” he replied, pulling her back against him. Rosa stiffened for a minute and then she relaxed against him. “Besides I am a fan.”

  “I am beginning to see why.” She was looking at one that was painted by Zhou Tang. John explained that was referred to as the Tang Dynasty and explained that the artist depicted the splendor of court life. The figures were outlined in black lines and brilliant colors. It was very elaborate and elegant. Rosa felt herself drawn to it.

  She felt him against her and the heat rising from their bodies and she knew without a shadow of a doubt that she wanted him to make love to her.

  He turned her around to face him, tilting her chin to look at her. “I have been dying to kiss you since before I picked you up.” He murmured.

  “What are you waiting for?” she asked him huskily, her eyes on his mouth. Without a word he bent his head and she opened her mouth under his. He was unhurried as if he had all the time in the world. His tongue entered her mouth, slowly toying with her tongue. Rosa wrapped her arms around his neck and melted against his body; hers turning to liquid as his kiss ignited the fire inside her. She felt his erection pressing against her and she shuddered, moving against him restlessly. “We have time,” he whispered against her mouth.

  He lifted her and carried her inside the bedroom. She had noticed the king sized bed was very low as if it was almost on the floor. He laid her down gently and joined her. He pulled the sweater over her head to reveal her flesh color lace bra; her nipples were straining against the fabric and he ran his fingers over the one nearest to him; watching it harden even more. She shivered as he pushed away the lace to touch her, his fingers feathering over the hardened bud.

  “You are so beautiful,” he whispered as he ducked his head and took the nipple inside his mouth using his tongue to move over it and pulling it inside his mouth gently. Rosa felt the pull way down in the pit of her stomach and her body arched in response. He took his time and then transferred to the next one giving it the same attention. By this time, she was in frenzy and when he started venturing downwards, gently licking his way down her stomach she felt as if she was going to pass out. He stopped; only to pull down her skirt to reveal matching panties. He undressed, leaving only his underwear and she saw the bulge in his white briefs.

  He stood there admiring her body and Rosa felt the feverishness of her skin as his eyes went over every inch of her body. He climbed back on the bed and picked up where he had left off using his hand to slide down her panties. He bent his head and touched her gently with his tongue; tickling and tantalizing her. Rosa moaned frantically and grabbed his hair, lifting her legs as he tongued her slowly, not leaving anywhere out. She screamed as he used his tongue and his finger at the same time; the feeling he evoked inside her incredibly wonderful. He stopped just before she came and Rosa almost cried out with the feeling of complete loss. He took off his underwear and she saw his erection as he guided it between her legs.

  "I won't hurt you," he told her hoarsely. "I promise, I will try to be patient." He entered her slowly and she made the adjustment as he entered her, watching her face anxiously. He lifted her legs so that he could enter her more and she gasped as he touched her core, staying still so that she could get used to him. He waited for her to move and when she did he gripped her hips and guided her upwards to meet his thrust. He did not hurry and Rosa felt the buildup creeping through her body like a slow moving volcano. He pulled out to the tip of her and rubbed the tip of his penis on her vulva; sliding it over and over until Rosa wanted to scream in frustration and desperate need.

  "John please," she whispered.

  "I want this to go on as long as we are able," he told her tightly as he held his erection between his hands and entered her again. "I want it to last," he told her with a gasp as she pulled him in deeply; wrapping her legs around his waist and forcing him to increase his pace. He held her gaze with his as he moved inside her rapidly, gathering her close to him; bringing her to the brink and then pulling back before finally taking them over the edge. His hoarse cries mingled with her sobs as she closed his mouth over hers, pulling her tongue as he bathed her with his semen, gripping her tightly as she came all over him. The force of it was almost too much for them as their bodies clung to each other and shuddered as the passion tore through them; taking them and suspending in a vortex that would not stop spinning.

  He did not stop; moving inside her slowly as he kissed her deeply; his chest covered in dark springy hairs, grazing her hard nipples and sending electric shocks through her already passion filled body. He was still hard inside her and after what they had just done, she found it hard to believe as he thrust inside her; his tongue touching hers; his teeth grazing and tasting. He reversed their position and she was on top of him, his hands holding her firmly as he pushed inside her, rotating his hips, his eyes holding hers seeing the look of shocked pleasure on her face as he moved within her. He could not get enough of her and he knew beforehand that being with her this way was going to be incredible but he had no idea how much. She held him like a vice grip sucking him inside her and squeezing every last drop from him.

  He had spent years honing the fine art of lovemaking, after all it was part of his heritage and he knew where to touch a woman to set her off but this time he was tumbling along with her. His penis swelled inside her and with a muttered oath he lifted himself up and pushed her a little way from him, fastening his mouth on one of her nipples, sucking it inside his mouth as he pushed his way inside her. Rosa cried out, gripping the sheets as her body convulsed under his skillful mastery of her body. She came again, her body grinding down on his and he came shuddering inside her, his mouth still fastened on her breasts as she cried out his name over and over again.

  They stayed like that for a minute or two, long enough for the shudders that rocked their bodies to quiet down and John pulled her gently beside him. Rosa rested her head on his shoulder, her arm curled on his chest; she was still recovering and could still feel his mouth on her breast and his penis inside her. She had been with two men in her entire twenty eight years and she had never experien
ced something as mind blowing as what she had experienced just now.

  “Comfortable?” he murmured, his voice a deep rumble against her cheek. She nodded; still not sure she was able to speak just yet.

  She raised her head to look at him. He did not look at all superior like one who had made love like no other; instead he looked at her like he could not get enough of her. “Where did you learn to do all that?”she asked him slowly. She wanted to run her hand down his flat stomach to where the hair tapered off to his pubic area, which although was semi erect, still managed to look as if it was ready to go another round.

  “I am Chinese,” he told her huskily as if that explained everything. “To us lovemaking is an art and we take a lot into consideration.” He was not boasting, just stating a fact and Rosa realized with a slight shiver that she was starting to feel things she was not sure she should be feeling.

  “I have never felt like that before,” her hand drifted down his stomach and in fascination she reached for his penis, touching and holding.

  “What are you doing?” he asked her huskily.

  “I want more,” she told him and with that she slid down, taking him inside her mouth. He groaned as she licked him, holding it steady as she rolled her tongue around it. He remained still, his hands clenched into fists as she took him deeper inside her mouth, bathing him with her saliva.

  John could not take it anymore and with a hoarse cry he pulled out of her mouth and pulled her up and over him, holding her steady as he plunged his tongue inside her, his teeth nipping her bud, causing her to cry out in shock and pleasure. He used his tongue the same way he had used his penis, plunging in and out of her rapidly and moving her hips in time to his thrusts. Rosa cried out as she came inside his mouth, her back arching as she shuddered above him, he did not stop until he was sure that she had finished and it was only then that he allowed her to slide down over his body, his mouth reaching for hers, allowing her to taste herself inside his mouth.

 

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