They were the only two in the room.
Ella Lacey reveled in the bliss Arthur Lindsey offered.
The bliss of love.
The hearty kiss conveyed deep affection...
…
After the kiss.
Both of them were intoxicated.
Arthur Lindsey cradled Ella Lacey in his arms, placing his hand on her belly, gently rubbing through her clothes, asking softly, "Are you hungry?"
"Didn't we just eat?" Ella Lacey licked her lips.
Her appearance expressed perfect contentment.
"You're so bad," Arthur teased, tapping the tip of her small nose.
"Arthur, it was all your fault!" Ella Lacey pouted aggrievedly.
"You could have refused," Arthur grinned mischievously, enjoying her reaction.
"Your kisses are so delicious, why would I refuse?" Ella Lacey had never denied herself when it came to such pleasures, as evidenced by the sweet dimples that emerged from her smile.
"If it's that good, I'll feed it to you every day. Is that okay?" Arthur said adoringly.
