Dear Wife of Mr. Noah

Section 38

One kiss managed to land perfectly, making those open eyes turn wide. Clara remained silent. Noah's lip was like a high-power electric shock. If it is not strong, it may melt and die.

As quickly as possible Clara blinked. He was conscious of this obscure daydream. Clara pushed open Noah's chest and immediately wiped her lips.

"Why?" ask Noah.

Damnit damnit! That hoarse voice sounded seductive. Noah's face sucks, as if asking Clara to come closer.

"No, I was just surprised" Clara said later.

Noah again advanced and now grabbed quickly nape Clara until the position of the head tilted to the left. What Noah did this time was rain again a kiss, but lumattan. Feeling like there was no energy to fight, slowly Clara felt what Noah did made her reluctant to let go.

"Tu-wait," said Clara suddenly while pushing Noah's chest again. Clara's lips were wet and her breath was breathless.

"What's wrong?" ask Noah.

"I'm out of breath" said Clara.

Noah didn't care about that sentence. Noah returns to rain down on Clara with a savage kiss. Clara, who was only wrapped in a towel, now felt a touch slowly creeping into a certain part.

Why these? Why can't I just squint? This touch ... gosh! Am I enjoying it?

Clara began to think everywhere, while Noah was enjoying what was currently in his grasp.

Where's the towel? Shouldn't I be wearing a towel?

Do not ask where, the hairy cloth was trampled by the savage treatment of Noah. Not stopping there, Noah's burly hand grew bolder. Clara couldn't bear to hold him back.

One*****small** just got away with it, making Noah's desire even higher. Impatiently, Noah turned around and leaned Clara. Unwilling to lose balance, Clara quickly gripped the lip of the sink.

When Noah was about to start, suddenly everything stopped. The peaking excitement suddenly disappeared as if there had just been a gale of wind. Noah was pensive, in front of him in a back position, Clara was astonished.

Noah raises the zipper on his pants and then just leaves Clara. Clara who was confused, slowly picked up a towel and then re-wound the pads of her body that had sweated.

"What's wrong with her?" ask Clara wonder. "What's wrong?"

Although he was afraid of Noah's behavior, but now the feeling turned to disappointment. Clara was ready to do it, but suddenly Noah stopped and left.

"Is there something wrong with my body?" Clara asked herself from the reflection of the mirror.

Noah was already wearing a sleeping robe and no longer thought of taking a bath. Noah walked quickly towards the reading room not far from his room.

"Why should I stop?" Noah scooped his face then clucked in annoyance.

While shaking his waist, Noah now paced for a few seconds before then sitting on a wooden chair.

"I even enjoyed it so much. Damnit damnit! Why did Chloe's face suddenly appear?"

Noah continued to grumble and did not understand what he was really feeling at this time.

Noah doesn't remember Chloe because she still has a taste, but because of fear. Noah suddenly thinks that Clara will disappoint him like Chloe did.

"Really I'm always tempted, but this fear .. ah! I can't!" Noah ruffled his own hair.

His handsome face looked frustrated and growled several times followed by a stomp of his feet.

"Damn it! Why do you have to look seductive

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