MARRIAGE TRAP

HONEYMOON #3

"What gives you the impression that I'm planning on playing golf?" romy asked slowly as she put down the phone after canceling the breakfast message.

Lyra looked at him fixedly. "Perhaps because there's a golf course delapajeen holes?"

Romy raised his eyebrows. "Why did I choose to leave my wife alone all day?"

"Then what's your advice?"

"Other options, we can stay in the room."

There is no need to guess what the man has to offer to fill their time. "It's best not to" said Lyra flat as she pushed her plate to the side, her appetite disappearing.

Romy displays the figure of a successful businessman very well, because wealth and power can be clearly seen on his intimidating face.

But behind that face is a man who is trying hard to build his wealth. Only a fool would oppose it.

While they are still in a relationship, Lyra will not hesitate to climb on her lap and wrap her arms around Romy's neck and kiss her lips.

Rejoiced by his response that led them to mutually satisfy each other so that it was only overpowered by sexual urges. The night never seemed long, and the day passed very slowly.

Will they ever feel it again?

I don't know why Lyra doubted it.

"How about you get dressed." Romy's quote "We'll drive for a walk, have lunch and then go to the tea garden."

Such togetherness does not matter as long as it does not include the bedroom. Lyra finished the rest of her coffee, then picked up a pair of jeans, a relaxed knit jumper, clean underwear, then disappeared into the bathroom to change clothes.

Contrary to Lyra's conjecture, they enjoy a fun day exploring boutiques, galleries, passing the hotel for a relaxing lunch at one of the trotoan's cafes.

Romy almost never leaves her, and Lyra feels very aware of the man's presence, the light touches of Romy's hand on her waist as the man leads her.

It reminds Lyra of a long time ago when she imagined that Romy was her world.

And what about the desire to get divorced?

"You think too much." Romy's words made her fake smile.

"And you know this..because?"

Romy touched the middle of Lyra's lower lip where a piece of tissue was unwittingly stuck between her teeth. "Disclosing everything."

There is no point in pretending to be happy!

"Do you prefer to have dinner here or go back to the resort?"

"You're giving me a choice?"

"You surprised?"

"Yes." said Lyra Sweet. "But honestly let's have dinner here."

The corners of Romy's mouth lifted slightly with an amused expression. "Pending togetherness?"

They enjoy a relaxing dinner at a delightful restaurant where great delicacies make the evening feel comfortable.

Perhaps it was because of the sound of music that created a relaxed and almost intoxicating atmosphere, as Lyra found it easy to tell some laughable jokes.

Lyra was silent as the car drove back to their resort, and it was past eleven o'clock when they entered their suite.

It's been a great day, and he said it when he took off his jacket and took off his shoes.

When Lyra turned her head, Romy was already in front of her, and her eyes widened as the man clasped his head with both hands and kissed her lips.

Gentle, so gentle that it didn't occur to Lyra to resist as Romy's tongue explored the softness of her lips, tasted, and began an erotic attack that aroused her wary emotions and slowed her down.

Lyra tries to tell herself that she does not want this, but she does not control the sensation that Romy is awakening. Or protest as the man's hand clasped his nape and another hand slid down on his back and clasped his body tightly.

The man's passion was very real, and Lyra's body trembled as Romy tucked a hand behind her jumper, stroked her skin, then lifted it to touch her chest.

A stifled touch rose and vanished behind Lyra's throat as Romy stroked her chest gently and made her tighten under the man's touch. Lyra's body arched over the man's body and she raised her arms to embrace Romy's nape.

But that wasn't enough, it wasn't enough, and Lyra protested as Romy's hand held up her jumper and let it go, then threw her br** just as easily.

"Romy's." His name just slid in a faint groan from behind Lyra's throat, and Romy swept his lips over the woman's lips.

"Don't talk" he ordered slowly. "Just feel it."

And that's how Lyra felt, giving in to the throbbing passion all over her body, attacking every vein of hers, every sensual crack in her body until she got lost. It belonged to Romy, completely, Lyra barely felt her clothes come off and Romy's clothes, until the man slipped his arm behind Lyra's knee and took her to bed.

In one quick motion Romy took off the bed cap and lowered Lyra on it.

Romy, a generous lover, lingers around every sensual point, staining with his finger, his lips, until Lyra's body ripples with the man's touch.

A touch unbearable to Lyra, she whimpered as her body floated to the edge, unaware of the raucous scream that slid out and her lips, begging the man to master it.

Then Romy kissed Lyra's lips while holding her. Romy began to move, slowly at first until Lyra followed him, swirling high, so high that she could only hold on as Romy brought her over the edge, then held her back when Lyra crashed.

Lyra's heart was beating so hard, and there were no words she could speak. As for moving, Lyra doubted her muscles could respond to any order, mental or physical.

Lyra felt Romy's lips sweep over her lips then a crack in her neck, and her breath was held back as Romy traced her neck bone and the top of pa*** with her lips.

A faint groan that resembled a raucous whisper slid from Lyra's throat as Romy traced her chest. Lyra moved restlessly under Romy's touch, feeling the man's passion as Romy began to move very slowly, Lyra had to try hard not to urge him to move faster.

Then Lyra feels the sensation that begins to be created, bringing each of her sensual nerves pulsating.

Gosh darn.

She becomes a wild woman who is shameless by Romy's touch. It belongs to that man.

A slave to a sensual miracle that only the man can give. Her eyes were moist by the tears that slowly flowed over her cheekbones then vanished between her hair.

Romy patted her lips over the lips Lyra enjoyed gently, then carefully removed Lyra and pulled the woman's trembling body closer.

It was only when she was about to fall asleep that Lyra realized that what they were doing was for her. Lyra clenched her lips over Romy's chest in gratitude and felt the man's arms hugging her slender body tightly.