Hospitality Man Series I: His Babymaker Client (ENGLISH VERSION)

CHAPTER 21

“HON,” I began softly, my voice breaking the quiet intimacy between us.

“Huh?” she replied, her eyes meeting mine with a mixture of curiosity and warmth.

“Why didn’t you say it back? Come on, say it,” I urged, my tone playful yet tinged with a hint of longing, as though I were pleading for something precious.

She simply smiled, her lips curving gently, but she remained silent.

“Come on now, say it,” I pressed, my voice softening, almost coaxing.

“Yes, hon?” she finally responded, her voice hesitant, as if testing the words on her tongue. I couldn’t help but smile. She’d get used to it in time.

My grin widened at her words. “I think I’m already in love with you,” I confessed, the truth spilling out effortlessly, as natural as breathing.

Her smile faltered, and she turned to face me fully, her eyes searching mine. I held her gaze, unflinching, as I slowly leaned closer, my face inching toward hers.

But she pulled back slightly, her voice trembling as she asked, “Are you sure?”

I smiled, my heart steady despite the vulnerability of the moment. “I’ve never been this sure in my whole life,” I replied, my voice firm and unwavering.

“Don’t you think we’re rushing?” she asked, her concern evident. I could feel it radiating from her, even if she didn’t say it outright.

“No,” I said, reaching for her hand, my other arm still draped around her. “I want to take this seriously. I’ve never felt this passionate about anyone before—only you. When I’m with you, I feel different. Like I’m responsible for you, for your safety. I need you,” I admitted, my voice steady and sincere.

She looked at me, her eyes locking onto mine, and for a moment, the world seemed to stand still. “Promise me you’ll leave your past behind,” she said, her voice soft but firm, as though seeking reassurance.

“For you, I’ll do it,” I vowed, sealing my promise with a kiss. It was deep and lingering, a connection that spoke volumes without words. When we finally broke apart, I cupped her cheek in my hand, my fingers threading through her hair as my thumb traced the curve of her lips. My other hand found its way to her chest, my thumb brushing lightly over her sensitive peak.

She gasped, her eyes fluttering shut before opening again, her gaze locking onto mine. I kissed her once more, deepening it, my tongue exploring hers in a dance that felt both familiar and exhilarating. When we finally pulled away, she was breathless, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

“I think I feel the same way,” she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper.

I smiled at her admission, my heart swelling with affection. “Make love to me now,” I asked gently, my voice trembling with need.

Her expression softened, and I could see the permission in her eyes. I pulled her closer, her body resting atop mine, her legs straddling me as she leaned down, her arms supporting her weight. My hands guided her, positioning her so that the tip of my length rested against her entrance. She shifted slightly, her legs parting further, and I felt her body relax, welcoming me.

My fingers explored her, sliding gently into her warmth, and she gasped, her body trembling beneath my touch. She was so wet, so warm, and the sensation was intoxicating. I pressed lightly on her hips, guiding her forward as I entered her slowly, the tip of my length slipping inside her with a tenderness that belied the intensity of the moment.

“Ah, oh… Hon,” she moaned, her voice cracking with pleasure.

“Yes, hon?” I replied, my own voice trembling as I felt her warmth envelop me. We were on the couch, but in that moment, it felt like the entire world had faded away, leaving only the two of us.

I rocked her gently, my movements slow and deliberate, savoring every sensation. Her moans grew louder, her head resting on my shoulder as I kissed her neck, my lips trailing along her skin. “I think I’m going to die without you,” she whispered, her voice shaking with emotion.

“Me too,” I murmured, my lips returning to her neck, my tongue tracing the delicate curve of her collarbone. Her inner muscles clenched around me, and I groaned, my control slipping as pleasure surged through me. My knees were bent, giving me leverage, and I used it to prolong the moment, to savor every second of our connection.

“Make me feel good, Hon,” I pleaded, my voice trembling with need.

She leaned forward, her body rocking against mine, and I felt myself sinking deeper into her. Each movement was a symphony of pleasure, our bodies moving in perfect harmony. Her breath hitched, and I kissed her neck, her shoulder, the spot behind her ear, each touch eliciting a soft gasp from her.

“God, Hon, you make me feel like I’m your elixir,” I whispered, my voice thick with desire.

She let out a broken cry, her voice trembling as she spoke. “Love me, Hon. Please love me, and never hurt me. Be true to me.” Her head tilted back, her body arching as she reached her climax, her release washing over her in waves.

“There’s only one way to show you how much I do,” I whispered, my voice low and seductive as I rolled her onto her back, positioning myself above her. I thrust into her again, my movements slow but deep, and she whimpered, her fingers tangling in my hair.

“Ah, oh… Hon!” she cried, her voice breaking as I moved within her, each thrust bringing us closer to the edge. Her body tightened around me, and I groaned, my own release building as I felt her warmth envelop me completely.

“Ahhh!” she screamed, her body shuddering as she reached her peak, her fingers clutching at me as though afraid to let go. I held her close, my own release crashing over me as I filled her, my body trembling with the intensity of the moment.

When it was over, I collapsed beside her, my breath ragged, my body spent. I kissed her forehead, her nose, her cheeks, and finally her lips, my heart overflowing with a love I had never known before.

“What is it about you,” I murmured, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face, “that makes me want to do this all over again?”

The truth was, I could never get enough of her. Every moment, every touch, every kiss—I wanted to relive it again and again. But I could see the fatigue in her expression, the way her body remained soft and still against mine. I didn’t want to push her. I wanted to give her time to recover.

She gasped, then pressed a lingering kiss against my cheek.

“I think I’m getting sore,” she whispered against my ear, her breath warm, sending a shiver down my spine.

I chuckled. “Why? I wasn’t that rough.”

She smacked my arm lightly. “Eyyy,” she scolded, but the smile tugging at her lips gave her away.

I took her hand, lacing my fingers with hers as my voice softened. “I love you.”

She met my gaze, her eyes glimmering with something deep and unspoken. “I love you too.” Then, she leaned in and gave me a soft, lingering kiss.

A thought struck me, one that had been lingering in my mind for a while. “Marry me,” I said suddenly.

She blinked, caught off guard, parting her lips as if to say something, but I stopped her with a gentle squeeze of her hand. “Let’s make it to a year first, okay?”

A slow smile spread across her lips. “That sounds like a plan. We’ll figure things out along the way.”

I kissed her again, long and sweet, as if sealing a silent promise between us.

The movie was still playing in the background, but we had long since stopped paying attention. I reached out, brushing a few loose strands away from her face, my fingertips trailing along the smooth curve of her cheek.

“You’re beautiful,” I murmured. “Inside and out. No wonder so many admire you.”

She scoffed, her cheeks tinting the faintest shade of pink. “Flatterer,” she teased, still nestled against me.

Then, she shifted slightly, glancing downward between us—where we were still intimately connected.

She frowned slightly, then looked back at me. “You’re still… inside me. Why haven’t you… softened?” Her voice was laced with curiosity, tinged with something else.

I chuckled, brushing my thumb over her cheek. “Why? Don’t you like it?”

She averted her gaze, a small smile playing on her lips. “I’m not answering that.”

I let out an amused sigh and cupped her face gently, making her look at me. “Honestly?” I said, my voice dipping lower. “My body only ever reacts this way with you.”

Her expression softened, her eyes searching mine. “Why is that?”

I smiled. “You tell me,” I murmured, pressing a tender kiss against her forehead.

She was quiet for a moment before she reached down, resting a hand against her stomach. “I think I might get pregnant,” she said softly.

My eyes followed her movement, watching as her fingertips grazed the curve of her belly, then brushed lightly against my own stomach.

I feigned a dramatic pout. “So… does that mean I can’t…?” I trailed off teasingly, letting my words hang in the air.

She arched a brow. “Can’t what?”

I smirked. “This.”

Before she could react, I shifted my hips ever so slightly, moving within her just enough to make her breath hitch.

Her lips parted as a soft moan escaped her. “Ahh…”

I chuckled, kissing the side of her neck. “I really love you, you know that?”

She let out a small huff, her fingers threading into my hair. “Stop teasing me.”

I grinned. “So… is it really off-limits now?”

She smiled. “Of course.”

I groaned dramatically, flopping back against the couch. “Nine months? You really expect me to survive without making love to you for that long?”

She rolled her eyes. “You’ll manage.”

I smirked, an idea forming in my mind. “Well,” I mused, my voice playful, “it’s not like there’s only one way to be inside you.”

She narrowed her eyes at me. “What makes you think I’d let you try anything else?”

I leaned in again, my lips brushing against the shell of her ear. “Because you love me,” I murmured. “And you could never resist me.”

She let out a soft gasp, then—

Smack.

She playfully slapped my arm again, shaking her head with a chuckle. “You’re impossible.”

I laughed, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her close. “Stay here tonight,” I whispered, almost pleading.

She tilted her head at me, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “And what if I say no?”

I feigned a dramatic sigh. “Then I might have to find someone else to keep me warm.”

Her smile instantly disappeared. She stared at me, her gaze darkening. “Don’t even joke about that,” she said, her voice suddenly serious.

I grinned, enjoying her possessiveness. “Then you already know what to do.”

She let out a resigned sigh, then smiled softly. “Fine. I’ll stay.”

I pressed a kiss against her temple. “Good choice.”

Then, with ease, I curled my arms around her waist and lifted her up, pressing her against me as I stood. Her legs instinctively wrapped around mine, and she tightened her hold around my neck as she rocked her hips slightly, making my breath catch.

I groaned. “You keep doing that, and we’re never getting to bed.”

She giggled but didn’t stop, pressing herself closer to me.

Still joined as one, I carried her across the room, guiding us toward the bed. With every step, I let my hips grind slightly against hers, eliciting the sweetest little whimpers from her lips.

By the time we reached the bed, she was already breathless.

I laid her down gently, hovering over her. “Just like this,” I whispered, pressing a lingering kiss to her lips.

Then, with a slow, careful motion, I rolled us over, shifting so she was on top of me instead. I didn’t want her to bear the weight of me. I wanted her comfortable, relaxed.

She smiled softly, resting her head against my chest.

And as our heartbeats slowly synchronized, as our breaths steadied, we let our eyes drift closed—content, warm, and wrapped in the quiet intimacy of the night.