“Wait, wait, wait . . .” Andrea held him off when he pushed her down the bed after clearing up the trays.
“What?” He frowned as he looked at her expression. She looks aggrieved and bullied.
“Don’t tell me you’re sore? We didn’t do much last night.”
She glared at him and pinched his arm. “My hips are sore. My legs. Can I rest first?”
“Hmm . . .”
It seemed that he wasn’t listening as he looked her over.
Wayne looked at the lower half of her body and decided to seek pleasure from the upper half. He opened her robe and gently touched her breasts and her waist. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
“Alright, then.”
Her eyes widened at how he played with her body and the pleasure she got from it.
“Wait, wait, wait . . .” She suddenly moved further into the bed to get away from him
