"Making love?" Clara glanced at Nathan with a frown.
"Yes Honey, I want to make love to you, before I take a shower," Nathan said then walked casually to the bed saying, "you said I have to forget this anxiety with madness, then I will do it."
"Hmm, looks like I said something wrong earlier."
Nathan smiled faintly, then lowered Clara on the edge of the bed and then returned to her position to be managing rather rudely. He patted his wife's buttocks then began to bend down and kiss her even though it was still covered by her dress and underwear.
"Nathan..."
Clara couldn't resist but could only as small slaps from Nathan's hands landed on her ass. She leaned her upper body on the bed, while the lower part continued to support her until unconsciously her dress was half-open because of her husband's actions.
Plak...
