The Monarchs 2
As promised, Richmond imprinted himself all over Lola, bringing out the real love goddess in her. As the body moulded as one in the lusting heat, their soul mated, bearing testimony of their unbreakable love.
Early the next morning, Lola awakened to a tender kiss on the lips. She fluttered her eyes open, a contagious smile spreading across her face.
Unknown to her, Richmond had woken up a while ago and had spent almost thirty minutes watching her sleep peacefully.
Resting his head on his elbow, his thoughts were as slow as a beautiful carousel, each dancing as ribbons from a kite string that reaches for the sky, its colours embracing those lofty heights. He listened to her gentle snores that were like a breath of wind through leaves. He watched the way the captivating mound on her chest slowly rose and fell. His hand itched to touch her and before he could stop himself, his lips were already grazing hers.