Several hours later, we made it back home to Chicago, and I traced my thumb over her cheekbones and brows as we sat in the limo coming back from the airport. Her light snores tempted me to not disturb her, but after our time together in Paris, I needed to be inside her again, to feel her soft lips against my firm, hardened member.
“Rena,” I whispered to not frighten her.
“Mmmmm,” she moaned and started to come out of her slumber.
“We're home.”
“Did I sleep the entire flight?”
“Yeah, but you needed to rest.”
The limo door opened. I climbed out and held a hand for Rena. We sauntered in the building, while the guards brought in our bags. Stepping on the elevator while still holding hands, we pushed the button for our floor.
“I hope you're rested.”
“Depends.”
“On what?” Her eyes perke
