Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, Devin was flecking kisses all over her face, not once his eyes went tawdry despite she was naked. He was rock-hard, throbbing in pain after the intense make-out session but Leena's condition is also his top priority.
Watching his eyes docked onto her face, Leena asked. "How long are you going to look at my face? Aren't you bored of it?" Her voice sounded hoarse which was not a surprise to her now.
"Even if I have the time of eternity, it does not suffice." He added on, her voice ticked his inner demons again, triggering the memory of her moans and lewd sounds making him breathless again.
"Ahhh! My Devin has turned into a cheesy poet."
"And you are the only one I want to write cheesy things about." He said.
"That's what cheese said?" She asked.
"No." He said tracing her arms. Her body shivered under his feather-like touches. "It's your husband."
