Waves of pleasure

Layla stood before the mirror as she rested the earring on the dressing table. 'Why did Orabela move out? What's cooking in her head? She's the type, who will not let go all of this easily,' she contemplated.

Suddenly a pair of arms embraced her and she lifted her head. "What are you thinking?" Lucius whispered, his nose nuzzling the crook of her neck.

"Nothing," Layla replied and turned to him. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she initiated the kiss, startling her husband. He smiled as he parted her lips and eagerly nipped her bottom lip before sucking it.

"Mmhnm." A shaky moan escaped her mouth. She welcomed his tongue in her mouth and jumped up to lock her legs around his torso. Lucius held her firmly while not stopping kissing her even for a second.