The Right to Know
Breathing heavily, Gael and Angela's heads hit the pillows as they quietly laughed, the poster bed creaking beneath them. After a minute of him exploring her body earlier, he moved her to the floor to prevent making sounds as much as possible. The noisy bed was an inconvenience. And he had to clamp her mouth from moaning too loud as she came all over his dick. The walls were thick, but he didn't want to risk it.
She scanned around the room, not remembering when was the last time she came here. The solid wood furniture pieces with a dark finish were appealing in contrast to the cream textiles.
"God, I missed you." He kissed her forehead and hugged her closer, their bodies slick with sweat, but neither of them cared.
Angela chuckled. "But we just saw each other a couple of hours ago."