C11 Worried

I raised an eyebrow at Kian's friend. Again? I looked at Kian.

"It's okay if you don't want me to go," Kian said.

While his friend made puppy eyes at me so that I could let Kian go to his birthday party.

"Who's birthday it will be next month?" I asked them. Like last time, almost all of them have the same reactions— scratching their napes and having this look on me. Last year, they didn't invite Kian and Kian also refused to go. I sighed.

"Where are you going?" I asked another question. I remember Raul's birthday last time. They say it will only take place at Raul's house but I found out from Macy that they went to a bar.

"Just at home. All boys just like Raul's birthday," Kian replied while his eyes are busy roaming around. He can't look straight in my eyes 'cause I'm staring hard at him. Liar! I know where these guys went.

"Please, allow him. It's our last year in college. When we graduate we might not be able to meet again."

I sighed once again. "Okay. Make sure you don't take my husband anywhere. No girls and please, don't get him to get too drunk."

"No girls. And we won't let him get drunk," they assure me. Well, I don’t trust them. But I trust my husband.

"He should be home at ten in the night," I said seriously. They nodded. The smirk in their eyes makes me feel uncomfortable. I looked at Kian. He weakly smiles.

"Thanks, Moo," he said before kissing me on my cheek.

After my afternoon class, I went to the restroom first before going home. I entered the restroom and the group of cheerleaders was there. They were busy doing their makeup. I didn't even mean it but I listened to their conversation again.

"Are you sure he's going?" asked one of them.

"Yes. They've already left with—"

The cheerleader stopped talking when she noticed me. She managed to smirk at me again. Which I just ignored like I always do.

"Hi, Beth," she greeted me, smiling. I know it's fake. I also faked a smile at her.

"Hello," I greeted as enthusiastically as her.

"We're going to a party," she said as if I care. We're not even friends for her to tell me that. Why the need to inform me about what are they up to? Like I care and like she cares. I just shrugged on it.

"Enjoy," I answered indisposed. I entered the cubicle and I could still hear them talking and giggling.

"Poor her. She has no idea. Stupid."

I didn't mind them though.

I woke up and immediately looked at the time. It's already nine o'clock in the evening. I knew Kian is already coming home so I sent a message to him, saying that if he was drunk, he should just take a taxi.

I also went out of the room to wait for him in the living room. I knew he was going home now just like the first one. It was quarter to ten and he still hadn't home yet.

I felt nervous. Maybe he got too drunk. If so, I'll blame his friends. They'll see me tomorrow and hear words that are not nice to hear.

Ten o'clock came and Kian is still not home. I went upstairs and picked up my cellphone. I texted him again.

"Are you now going home? Be careful."

Five minutes had passed but he is still not home. No reply from him either. I texted him again.

"Moo, I'm worried here. Reply, please..."

I sighed. I am bothered right now. I stood up and walked back and forth. I can't even remove the nervousness inside my chest. I feel I wanted to take a poo and something strange that I can't understand. Maybe his phone's battery got drained? I rubbed my forehead.

"I should call him," I whispered.

I dialed his number. It's ringing. It is still ringing and he didn't answer. I called him three times. When he still didn't answer and he still didn't home yet, I cried. I don't have a number of his friends. I should have their numbers. I stalk them on Facebook and send them messages.

"Is Kian already left to go home? I am so worried here. He's not here yet. We have talked earlier that you will let him go home before ten o'clock. Please, reply."

It was as if my chest would collapse with so much nervousness. My tears are welling up. Kian... go home, please.

A few more minutes passed and I can hear the roar of his car outside the house. I wiped away my tears and hurriedly opened the door. He was obviously drunk based on his walk. The good thing and he was even able to drive home. He smiled timidly.

"Why are you still up?" he asked. I felt annoyed at his question.

Who would sleep while her husband is outside? With so much worry, how can I sleep? Why didn't he even text or call? And why now?

It's half-past ten. He was thirty minutes late. I just smiled at him. I wanted to say a lot but I just didn't say it.

“I can’t sleep without you next to me,” I said smiling. He smiled and hugged me tightly.

"Sorry," he said. My forehead furrowed. He shook his head and led me inside the house. When the door closed he immediately kissed me on my lips.

"I miss you, Moo," he whispered making me laugh. But the truth is that I also missed him. I kiss him back.

We went up to our room. He pulled me to the bathroom to take a bath with him even though I had taken a bath already. His every kiss was full of longing. The cold that comes from the water that falls on our bodies is nothing compared to the heat of our bodies. His kisses tell me how much he wants me. His warm caresses ignited my lust and longing for him to claim me. We hurriedly took off each other's clothes.

When we were naked he immediately picked me up. His kisses went down my neck. He sucks my skin and doesn’t seem to care even if it leaves a mark. I did not stop him. I let him be. I moan and moan. I wanted nothing more than for him to take possession of me.

"Ah...hmm."

His hot mouth went to my breast. My nipple hardened. It wants his attention. His mouth. His tongue. He understand what I wanted. He immediately licked one of my nipples. I combed his hair and hugged him even more so that he could do what he was doing.

Every suck he did on my nipple brought thousands of voltages down to my jewel. It was already wet with water but it got even wetter because of the sensation and longing I was feeling. It didn't take long for Kian to align his shaft on my entrance. It takes one deep hard thrust for him to fill me.

My moan grew louder as he started to move inside me. His two hands gripped my butt. My arms wrapped around him to make him feel even better.

"I love you... I love you, Moo..." he whispered over and over again as he continued to aggressively dig deep into me.

"I love you..." I answered between my moans. I can hardly speak because of the intense feeling I'm in now. Even though we were not in a good position I was still able to move my hips to meet his every thrust. I wanted to cum. He kisses me aggressively while his hips keep rocking on me aggressively. I can not take it anymore.

"Oh! Yes... I'm ..." I hugged him tightly. He came after me. We both gasped and hug each other tightly.

"I love you, Moo. It's just you. My only one," he whispered. I smiled. This one looks drunk. He keeps on saying that.

"I love you too," I replied. "Put me down. Let's rinse and go to sleep."

He nodded but did not let me go immediately. He kissed my cheek and neck.

After that, we lay down together. I'm getting drowsy.

"Goodnight, Moo," I whispered. He hugged me and before I could fall asleep I heard him whisper.

"I'm sorry, Moo. It's just you, that's a promise." I could still hear him sniffing.