My Fake Husband's Mask

The large hand cupped Keyna's face. It stroked her cheek with a feather-light stroke that gave her a strange thrill. Keyna closed her eyes softly involuntarily, feeling the tenderness Calvert gave her. Especially when the man's face slowly approached, landing a peck on her lips, brief, teasing, and leaving her wanting more. It made Keyna's heart pump even harder, making her thump crazy. The warm breath mixed with the man's minty scent tingled. But a few seconds later, she couldn't remember anything anymore. Her head suddenly felt empty. It all centered on the thunderous pounding of her heart, on the delicious lick after lick that the man gave her, on the intimacy that seemed to drown out common sense. “You ready?” The man's baritone voice sounded lower than usual. Unfortunately, that made Keyna even more confused. The man had touched every inch of her body. Give her intoxicatingly soft touches. The man was as skilled as a professional. Keyna groaned. She was not ready and had never been set before. But it was as if she lost control of herself, no matter where the impulse came from, that she nodded. Innocently. Solemnly. Her body was moving independently, doing things that her heart was about. Keyna thought she had gone completely mad. Meanwhile, Keyna's nod accompanied by a resigned look made Calvert smile with satisfaction. The innocent gaze that made him almost crazy, until Calvert nearly lost control to ride her brutally. Oh my. Calvert held his wild desire firmly in check. Keyna was his wife, and this was a first for him. Calvert didn't want to ruin her first experience. He likes to make everything beautiful and sweet for her to remember, although he didn't know at that moment whether she was still with him. The man's fingers began to move wildly but gently, touch the earlobe, and give a light peck on the cheek. Afterward, his gaze dropped to the less lush valley. Then he looked at the owner, who seemed to blush as she looked away. The reaction convinced Calvert that this was a first for the woman. And of course, that reaction made him want to touch more and more. She was so beautiful, so innocent, and so excited at the same time. “I'll take it slow,” Calvert murmured in a half-whisper. Keyna did not reply. But her body movements indicate she was ready too, so Calvert moved forward. With a movement as smooth as silk, he penetrated Keyna's core. Make a complete union. Although it felt tight and Calvert knew it was a little painful for Keyna, he kept moving. Slowly. Calculatingly. Carefully. Until Keyna started to get used to it. Start accepting Calvert and accepting their union perfectly. “Did I hurt you?” For a moment, Calvert paused his movements, plainly to ask Keyna as he touched her slightly flushed cheek. “A little. But not anymore.” Keyna replied shyly. Calvert chuckled briefly. He pecked the lips of the woman beneath him. Then begin to resume the activity. Gradually, the man increased the pace. Get more and more excited as moan after moan began to escape Keyna's lips. The powerful moans told Calvert that she was enjoying the game, and that satisfied him. Both of them started to sweat. Mutual sighs filled the room. The two were no longer holding each other back. Completely free. Completely free. Because only two of them were there, with feelings that were not yet complete, but the seeds had already begun to sow. Keyna completely lost her control. The woman was babbling incoherently. Gripped Calvert's shoulder firmly, occasionally moaning, occasionally kissing her man's lips. I don't know; she couldn't help but touch Calvert, not to hug that muscular body, not to keep her lips on his for long. Keyna had gone completely crazy. The air was getting hotter. Keyna could feel the throbbing beneath her core getting more and more tingly especially when Calvert started to increase the rhythm of his movements, making Keyna have to restrain herself from screaming. But she couldn't. Her common sense was gone. She could no longer hold herself back. Now, everything was centered on the spot under her stomach that seemed to want to explode. Make her body shake violently. She had completely given up. She... reached a point of pleasure that she had never felt in her entire life so far. But it wasn't just herself. Keyna could feel Calvert's breathing getting out of control. He looked into her eyes deeply, forging a bond she couldn't describe in words. In that moment, Keyna seemed to fall. To his gaze, to his every tenderness, to everything Calvert had. It was as if she could give up her entire world for Calvert. Keyna's umpteenth release, Calvert accelerated his movements even more, almost reaching the peak. When he finally hugged Keyna's body tightly, he reached his release. “Rosaline!” growled Calvert as something inside spurted a warm liquid and was followed by a loud twitch. Meanwhile, Keyna's consciousness suddenly returned when Calvert mentioned a name that was unfamiliar to her. Rosaline? Who was that? Why would her husband drop that name after their hot romance? Keyna's head was filled with questions. The intimacy that had been there before was gone. Keyna, who should have felt tired and relaxed after her release, ended up with a lot of anxious thoughts. While Calvert, as if not feeling guilty, or perhaps not realizing what he said just before reaching the peak, immediately fell limp and asleep by Keyna's side. []