She straightened up. The blanket fell down and stopped at her waist. Topless, she leaned on one elbow and tossed her hair over her shoulder and out of her sight. She ignored the strange sounds he was making and continued the conversation. "Just having fun?""No, no, it's great." He stopped. "It's really great."This man is definitely falling apart. She pressed. "I'm happy with that. I've been thinking about us and where we're going from here. We can move on and decide we won't sleep together again. Will keep make things less complicated, right?"His head bobbed up and down as he glanced at her breasts. "Yes.""Or we can continue.""Continue?""That sex.""Mmmm.""What do you think?""About what?"Carina wondered if his mind had gone astray or maybe all the available blood had really left a man's head and gone somewhere else. A quick glance would confirm her suspicions. And her plan is working for sure now. She just needs him to admit that he wants to sleep with her and the rest will h
"I don't want to go.""I heard it, the first time, the second time, and this the third time. Now be quiet and drive slowly. The bottle could tip over.""I hate family responsibilities."Carina prayed to be patient with him. Eric had reminded her of a child, who had crookedly refused and just wanted to stay home with his toys instead of going to his relatives.The past two weeks had been relatively pleasant, except that he kept complaining about the holidays. Anna had reminded her that Thanksgiving was more than a Halloween nightmare for the Swanns, so Carina sympathized with her husband, but she also refused to let him make it a habit. "We don't have a choice. As a newlywed, we're expected to be there for dinner. But there won't be many people there anyway."Eric snorted. "You'll be sad to death.""Then go get drunk."He scowled and turned into the house. Baskets of cakes and pies clattered with wine in the backseat, but they remained in the seats. She touched the doorknob and stuck h
Eric watched his wife happily intimate with her family. He recalled the holidays at his family. His mother drank while his father flirted with all of their attractive female guests one after another. He remembers he was able to steal a few bottles of wine and cigarettes because neither of them cared. He remembered the puffy turkey cooked by the waiter just to show off, and the Christmas presents his parents didn't even bother to stay to watch them open.The Scodelario family seems very different. Warm sincerity emerges in all of this routine chaos. Even Jim seemed to fit right back into it, but it took years for his sisters to finally forgive him. Carina's family may have been broken up, but they weathered the storm together and now they look even happier.Eric worked hard to play the new groom and tried not to get caught up in the deception. Some of the pleasant warm feeling of belonging to this place had burned into a powerful fire, but he had put out his hand to put it out decisive
Eric wondered what would happen if he burst into tears. The terror of the situation kicked him hard, and he realized he had no choice or else Taylor would pee in her pants and tell him and then he'd be in real trouble.He ran back and found her hopscotch on one leg. "Okay, let's go. Hold still, hold still." He recited the same sentence over and over, then closed the door and lifted the lid. She slid her skirt down and waited, so he assumed she needed help with her panties. He closed his eyes tightly and pulled them down (^^), then lifted her up onto the toilet seat. He heard a soft sigh and a slow, steady stream of water, all telling him that everything was going well. His confidence returned. He can handle a kid. There's nothing to be afraid of."I want ice cream."Damn itEric repeated the same sentence that Carina had used so effectively before. "You can eat after dinner.""No way, now."He took a deep breath and tried again. "I'm sure I'll get ice cream, but wait a bit, okay?"Her
"Damn. damn, damn, damn," Taylor repeated happily. "See my ice cream, Miss Al? I got it from him! It's my newest best friend."Eric waited for her to explode. Jeer. Everything but the dead silence came from the bathroom door. When he finally had the courage to look up, Carina stared at him with absolute shock, shock, and some other emotion he couldn't fathom. Almost very tender.She cleared her throat and got to work. "You really made it this time, troublemaker. Take one last bite and give me the popsicle.""Yes."Eric wondered why she didn't argue with Carina. Then he realized he'd better be grateful. His wife cleverly wrapped the remaining ice cream stick in toilet paper and threw it in the bathroom trash. She nudged Eric to the side, lifted Taylor out of the toilet, and took the roll of toilet paper from his hand to wipe her clean. Carina pulled up her panties, straightened her skirt, washed both of their hands and wiped her mouth to erase any evidence.And then Carina came out of
"What peace." She opened her mouth to embrace him deeply. The water fell over her back and head, and she twisted her tongue to stroke the ridge around the tip of his stirrup, loving the taste of him, the softness of him. A low, hoarse curse escaped his lips as his orgasm was released.He pulled her up with frenzied emotions, moved into her outstretched legs and lifted her to his chest. He stopped to look deeply into her eyes. Then lowered her onto his rocking hard length.She exhaled. He rhythmically inside her and her muscles pressed against him in welcome. Intense desire pierced her as he gripped her hips tightly and moved her up and down. She screamed and bit into his shoulder as her emotions raged, and she threw her head back, shook her damp hair, and screamed as she orgasmed with him inside.He followed her until she collapsed against him, her legs and knees shaking, and let herself lean against his chest, pressing a kiss against him as she moaned in satisfaction. He held her for
Carina listened to her husband's words and her heart stopped, then pounded in an uneven rhythm. She didn't know the difference this time, but had the impression that they had found each other on the road, and he had chosen the hard way.They've made love every night since Michael's party, sometimes slow, sometimes hot and crazy. He had whispered provocations and compliments, telling her how beautiful she looked and how he wanted her.But he had never looked so deeply into her eyes as he knew who she was. As if the outer skin had been peeled off and revealed the ripe insides, Carina felt exposed before him. She held her breath and waited for him to come out of his coma.But instead, he took her cheeks in his hands and spoke right on her lips. "You're my wife and I want to make love to you."Then he kissed her, slow and warm making her blood boil, like syrup poured over a hot cake, until her body softened and her lips parted for him, their tongues entwined. in an ancient rhythm between
He waited for the car to finish and went to the office to delay the time. He made a quick call home to check that she was okay until he finished his lunch with Jed. A strong urge wanted him to ask her some important questions, but another part of him wondered if he wanted to know the truth. He may have fallen in love with her, but the final limit would not change. He could not give her a stability and children. After all, if she stayed, she would end up hating him. A terror swept over him with those thoughts.Jed was waiting in the corner of the bar. He stared intently at the man who shared his bloodline. Money and laziness seemed to suit him. His hair had been sunburned in the Mexican sun, and the distinct tan lines on his face gave him a personality trait he didn't really have. He was a tall man, and knew how to dress. Today he wears a red Ralph Lauren sweater, black pants, and leather loafers.His dark eyes glowed slightly from the alcohol. Perhaps a cocktail before he went to see