The lion and the tigress

Martín was preparing to go down to the restaurant and already opening the door he found Luz who entered smiling and calm, closing the door behind her who turned around remained motionless while he asked.

- How do you feel, León?

-Well, Luz Maria, a little sore, but ready to work.

- Perfect, because before eating I want to have lunch!

She says taking off her coat in a movement that he wouldn't let her finish, because he helped her and sitting her on his legs on the bed, and he opened one by one the buttons of the blouse that contained the part of the body that he liked the most, her large and well-formed breasts, Luz took off the ornaments of her hair and earrings while Martín caressed with her lips one by one the Hickeys that he did not remember, but that she knew he had made her, As if with each kiss he wanted to erase them without intending to highlight them with wild kisses, showing the excited woman, the version of a tender and delicate lover that although She liked him, in a sudden movement she got up to give him a push that threw him on his back on the bed, while she like a hungry beast took off his shirt almost tearing it, demanding with a furious look adorned with clenched teeth, while she took off his pants, to take out the furious lion that he had inside, and thus understood that he had in front of a wild beast, that he was not going to tame with gentle caresses, and leaning on his strong arms, He got up with her on top hooked to his waist, a tie that he unleashed with a sudden movement of his arms making her fall on the bed to pull open her skirt, which threw a button that bounced in the mirror, as if it were a stray bullet, she tried to catch him again with her legs while he took it off, but Martín prevented it by lowering them with his strong arms, making her understand while immobilizing her, and walking kneeling on her belly, towards the north of from her waist, which in that battle, the lion commanded, tried to escape while roaring enraged with all her strength crawling backwards, but Martin's firm hand holding her hair roughly, indicated that this battle was already lost, because she could not even cry out for help, since her lips were being invaded until she felt that she was drowning, while his dominant enemy demanded that she pay tribute for her audacity to awaken the lion that slept in him.