The Night after the heavy day was full of comfort. Lying in the embrace of her husband she had a content smile. The biggest burden was relieved.
Ira: "Viv, let us buy a bigger house. A villa!"
Viv: "Hmm. "
Ira: "One with a garden and playground."
Viv: "Hmm."
Ira: "It should have a swing, a slide, rocking horse."
Viv: "Hmm."
Ira: "Oh! Also, a sandbox for our kid to play with it."
Viv: "Hmm"
Ira: "We will send him to the best elementary school, then the best high school, the best college."
Viv: "Hmm"
Ira: "We will teach the kid to be a good and bright person."
Viv: "Hmm"
Ira: "I feel tired these days."
Viv: "Hmm"
Ira: "You haven't given me back rub since long."
She said hiding in his arms She was embarrassed.
Viv: "Hmm."
She waited but got no other response.
Raising her head to look at him. His eyes were closed.
Ira: "Are you even listening to what I am saying?" She was angry.
Viv: "Hmm..." He replied in a monotonous tone.
It took a minute for him to realize what she meant. He stretched his hand to caress her face.
"Hmpph! Get lost" she turned her head in opposite direction not looking at him.
Backrub somehow became their code word for sex.
Viv: "Ahh~ Ira, I was listening to you. I swear to God."
How could he let Ira go that easily when she herself took initiative? Due to her pregnancy, their frequency has already reached a low point. Also, these days returning from America surrounded by stress, he hasn't even got a chance to love her. It was unbearable and uncomfortable to let go of such a golden opportunity.
His hand buckled her back, turning her head. he forcibly sealed her lips.
"Oh..." Ira was kissed by him, softly snorted her complain in his arms, couldn't help but respond to the kiss. Opening her teeth with his tongue, he greedily entangled it with hers.
He gasped, let go of her mouth asked in a hoarse voice "Can You?"
Ira emersed in temptation glared at him 'Idiot. Still, need to ask?'
Waiting for her response Viv stared at her. Her slender fingers climbed his face in a soft voice she nodded "Well!" Her face was hot, the soft body attached to his arms.
He kissed her again. One hand reaches into her clothes kneading the softness.
She made a bit of fake struggle but let him take off her clothes.
His hand is so gentle like touching a piece of glass, for fear of accidentally breaking it due to his carelessness.
Ira with a grin kissed his ear and whispered: "I am not a Glass doll."
"You sure? Doll!" he teased. "I forgot, You are not a doll or a plaything. Pei." he imitated her voice. She smiled at the moment, her shoulders trembled with excitement. Her heart had already turned into a soft mess. She gently wrapped around his waist and buried his head in his arms.
The night was deep, but it was very short. In the embrace of two people, the dawn was ushered earlier than expected.