The next day, night had fallen, gently, after an afternoon stroll and sex. Drake had given some indications and now he watched her, standing in the room.
- ¿Why did not you want to prepare dinner?- Asked her- ¿Are we going out?
- Not precisely- He looked at her, smiling, seeing that she had followed his advice- You wore. All right…
- ¿Will you tell me why I got this skirt? It is not your favorite.
- No, but I have thought of something and needed that skirt...
- Sam...
- It's a surprise…- He caressed her face- Today I want you to do what I say.
- ¿Seriously?- She raised an eyebrow.
- You liked it, silly- He caressed her neck with his fingers- ¿You can?
- Sometimes I have fear of your plans ¿You know? Anyway ¿What are you planning?
- Like I said I love to see you enjoy. So that happen today, but... different… I want to be a little control in that...
- ¿Is a new fetish?- She touched his lips.
- ¿Roles are a fetish?
- More or less. Suppose yes.
- New fetish then.
- I love your resourcefulness- She kissed his chin.
- ¿We started?
- I thought we were going to dinner before.
- We were to dinner during- He smiled mischievously.
- ¿In what I got?- She feigned concern.
Drake kissed her lips, deliciously, before crouching. She looked at him, confused, while he was posing as one of her legs, an elastic pink league, with beautiful lace, which he rise enough, up to mid-thigh, below the skirt.
- ¿Press too much?- He asked.
- No ¿What is it?
- You will see- He looked at her, seeing that the league was perfectly hidden, thanks to skirt reached to her knees- Perfect.
- You intrigues me...
- And you enchant me- He said, standing.
Edna laughed tenderly. She loved those answers that ignored the issue and were intended to praise. And he did it precisely because that tender laughter lit up his soul.
- I'll order dinner- He told her, smiling.
Full of curiosity, she saw him take the home phone and call the little restaurant in Giethoorn, who carrying food to home. He asked something and after hearing would take about ten minutes, he hung up.
Then just he hugged her and stayed with her, ignoring her intrigue, checking his watch.
Time after, he looked again, noting that he had already spent enough time.
- Good, now the food arrived within a few minutes, it's time to start- He said, taking something from a bag.
- ¿What?
Samuel returned to crouch, almost getting under her skirt completely.
- ¿What do you do?- She murmured.
But what Shaareim feel was that he hooked something in the league of her thigh. Something rather firm. Then, with his usual delicacy, gently he pulled her underwear and he placed something inside her vagina.
- ¿Sam?- She looked him out and stand.
- Rum Rum- He smiled, touching something that was in the league.
A gentle vibration immediately seized inside, tickling her, a bit overwhelming her.
- ¡Sam!- She tested the device on her thigh.
- No, no- He took her hands and looked her eyes- Do not turn off, cute... ¿Does it hurt or something?
- God... No but…
- Then leave it. I want to see you react to that...
- It's hard…
- And this is at minimum... Now… When the dealer comes, you will go to take the order.
- ¿W-what? No… no…
- Do not I have asked- He winked, very close.
- Sometimes I… hate… you…- She muttered before groaning- Samy...
- Be careful- He laugh- Do not do that with the dealer or he believe he likes you.
The doorbell rang firmly. He grinned and she looked fearful.
- No… no…- She murmured- Sam, I can't.
- I will not go…- He sat on the couch and he held out the money- Go... Or he leave, and we will not eat.
Edna insult him, in Arabic. Difficultly go to the door, opened it and treated the boy with all education and hurry she had. She closed, leaving the package on the ground, holding on to the wall.
- Sam- She groaned, looking, seeing that he approached smiling with perverse air- You bastard…
- To eat- He took the bag.
Drake looked deeply throughout the mild dinner, concentrated in her, eating slowly, seeing her tremble and moan, caressing her cheek, asking if something hurt. She just wanted to finish.
He saw her, complaining, sweating.
- ¿Edy?- He smiled.
- No… more… Samy...- She moaned loudly- Please... no more... Seriously... I can't… stand...
- I believe you... Come here...
He led her to laid her back down on the couch. He sat next to her, gently lifting her skirt.
- Samy...- She moved gently- Samy...
- ¿Do you want something in special, sweetie?- He caressed her legs.
- Let me come... fast...
Drake smiled. He touched the device, putting it to the fullest.
- ¡Fuuuuuck!- Edna shouted, twisting- ¡Saaaamyy!
Far from leaving her alone, he quickly put his fingers under her underwear soaked, finding her incredibly strong clitoris, which rubbed vigorously. He did not have to struggle for too long, as several seconds later heard her scream and stiffen pleasure.
He turned off the device and removed it, smiling.
But he was surprised to see her stand and push him back against the couch.
- ¿Princess?- He watched, fascinated, as she unbuttoned his pants.
- I need you- She removed her blouse and skirt, swiftly- Put it out…
- Wow- He hurried to get off his pants, while he is watching her undressing- Wow...
- All- She took his shirt and opened with a single pull, ripping the buttons.
She immediately sat down at his waist, facing him, covering him, moving strongly.
- Oh yes…- He muttered, grabbing her waist.
- Strong…- She grabbed the backrest after her husband- Strong... Sam...
Both they did with lust, with an air of desperation. Samuel did not bother to measure their strength, knowing that that was what she wanted.
It was over half an hour of bestiality, sweat, groans, grunts and friction, trying to satisfy one sudden hunger for their bodies.
All that was left were the two, static, cuddled, agitated.
- Damn bastard- She murmured, resting her face in his shoulder- As soon you recover... we will do it again...
Drake laughed softly.