No, I ll undress you myself, I murmur and quickly unbutton his jacket and shirt. A moment - he is standing half-naked in front of me. I run my nose over his chest and caress his back. Lewis quickly unbuttons my blouse and bra.
He sits down on the bed next to me, kisses my neck and lowers his lips to my chest. Carefully and carefully, he flirts with my nipples, strokes the sides, which have scars. I cling to him and hug him. Our lips find each other, now and then merge into kisses.
I lie down on the bed and quickly pull off my pencil skirt and pantyhose. I wanted to quickly, but it turns out awkward and I get tangled in a skirt and tights. Prothero chuckles and helps me undress.
Next time I fuck you, put on some stockings, he laughs. I nod at him and unbutton his trousers. No underwear. He's wicked like the devil...
Lewis leans over me and kisses me. I hug him and pull him to me. He growls and cuddles up to me. A moment - he carefully enters me, and I freeze. I smile into his hair and start caressing him gently.
He moves in me. Light and gentle at first, but then picks up the pace. I quickly adjust to him and move with him. All thoughts leave the head, the body is filled with languor and languor. I throw my head back and scream with pleasure. Our pace picks up quickly, and I literally float on the waves of pleasure.
Prothero growls, squeezes my throat lightly, bites my shoulder. I reach bliss after a few seconds and fall exhausted on the sheets, and he cums abundantly on my thigh.
Lewis lays down next to me and pulls me close.
The King of Larkhill appeared at the end? I ask, hugging my husband.
- Yes. He likes you, Lewis whispers. In fact, I have many facets, and I want to introduce you to all of them.
Oh, that's how... I can hardly find a common language with the former commandant of Larkhill. Not after that video. Okay, we will solve problems as they arise. Encouraged by this decision, I close my eyes and begin to doze off.
I wake up about three hours later and see that Lewis is sleeping next to me on the edge of my pillow. I smile and kiss him on the cheek.
I take the phone from the bedside table and check the SMS from the children. All three write that they are doing well. Mia even sends a photo of her craft, which she did during a creative assignment with Ethan Creedy. Yes, now this is interesting...
What is there? Lewis looms over my shoulder.
"Mia seems to have made contact with Ethan!" I laugh. Lewis ruffles my hair and kisses my nose. I am writing to my daughter that I am waiting for a report on her progress in the evening and I fall on the pillows to my husband.
After what happened between us, I think for the first time in my life I don't want to run away after sex. Quite often I used sex as leverage to get information. During it, I didn t feel a damn thing and I often had to fake an orgasm.
And with Lewis It was as if we both took off our armor and exposed not only the bodies, but also the souls. Everything was so easy and so right now.
We lie embracing and chatting about trifles. How warm it is with him and how calm ... It does not touch me that we are with him in a brothel, which, perhaps, is based on slave labor and humiliation. Although the well-fed and well-groomed employees who participated in Mia's quest, you can't say this.
- What are you thinking about? Prothero asks.
- About your business. This is wrong, I mutter. Drugs, beatings, humiliation
- Stop! Please don't compare me to Christian's mother's pimp! Lewis gets up. - It's not like that! Get up, let's go! I'll show you everything here!
Ah there is violence? - I sit on the bed. Prothero frowns. Severely frowning...
- No violence. Ana, do I look like a rapist? growls Prothero.
No, I admit. - But for a lover of hard sex - yes.