Third Person's Point of View
Continuation...
They looked at each other immediately. Alfeo slowly lifted her pajama tops, but she held them back.
"Our son is just in the other room," she whispered softly.
"I'll just keep kissing you, then when your moan gets louder. I want you now, Demetria... Really, really, bad." Alfeo's voice growled, and then he kissed her again on her lips. She immediately responded by wrapping both her arms around Alfeo's neck and then deepened their kiss.
Whatever. They'll just need to be quiet.
Slowly, they both got up from sitting on the floor while they were still not fed up with kissing. Demetria ignored the cold invelope in her body as Alfeo took off her nighties. She gasped instantly when Alfeo roughly squeezed her breasts, which felt like it was really the most delicious part of her body.
