MARRIAGE TRAP

MEET #2

He fell silent as the waiter served the main meal and did not continue until the waiter left. "Did Romy allow you to continue teaching?"

"It's not negotiable."

Sheila's eyes glinted in agreement. "Good."

As they drank the coffee lingering Lyra asked the question I should ask.

"And you're Sheila," she asked "Is there someone special in your life?"

A few seconds quiet. "I wonder when we'll finish talking about it." He sneered. "There's someone who wants to be special."

Lyra's eyes are sharp. "But?"

"He refused an uninterested answer."

"Current certainly.."

"Very."

"Isn't it in the art of disturbing?" For God's sake, don't....

"Speek at me? No. gabe. He just always was. Friendly, friendly, pleasant."

"So what's it going to be?"

"I."

"Why are you holding back?"

"There was a man a year ago." Sheila admitted a little reluctantly. "Not a beautiful story." The look in her eyes turned dark and became hollow. "I'm not ready to trust anyone else if I'm ever ready."

Lyra refills her cup, then drinks a little. "Did the man now know this?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"And?"

Sheila shrugged her bahunua at a glance. "He said he would wait until he was happy, as long as he could be in my life."

"That bothers you?"

"Little."

"Ah."

"You want to explain this?"

Lyra could not help the small laugh that came out of her lips. "Not now."

The waiter carries his bill, then they pay for each other's food, finish the coffee, and get out together towards their car.

Sheila leaned over and swept her cheek over Lyra's cheek. "We need to see you soon."

Heartbroken fast when he saw the man, Romy had traded his official business suit for casual pants and a shirt without a collar, his arms rolled to the elbows.

She displays a dangerous sexual masculinity, and Lyra feels her entire body wrapped around her as the pris smiles casually at her.

"Hi." Lyra's voice did not sound as usual, and she stopped when Romy set the alarm and moved towards her.

"Hi." said Romy. "How's dinner going?"

"Fun, we.long chat."

"Good."

Lyra heads for the stairs, noticing Romy moving beside her as she goes upstairs, and Lyra enters their bedroom, takes off her jacket, and then takes off her shoes. Movement that does not benefit Lyra's height.

It was ridiculous to feel trembling as Romy started to unbutton his shirt. As the man grabbed her belt, Lyra headed for the bathroom cleaning makeup, taking off clothes, wearing sleeping pants and a tank top, pulling her hair back, then re-entering the room, and saw the lights were dimmed and Romy lay behind a blanket with his hands on his head.

Part of her wanted to slide into bed, let the man grab her and just hug her. Allowing himself to curl up behind strong arms, leaning his head on Romy's shoulder, inhaling the man's skin scent, the man's musk scent, and feeling safe knowing this is where it belongs.

Falling asleep and knowing that in the middle of the night the man will find her for a romantic relationship that she does very well. It was too late, as Lyra could almost feel a beautiful sensation all over her body, ensuring that Romy's light touch aroused the flames in each of her veins.

"Come here." Romy's voice was raucous and sensual, and Lyra's eyes widened as the man raised one hand and stretched out.

"It's night." Lyra said and saw Romy's lips curl in a smile.

"And you're tired." Romy hooks their fingers Lyra approaches him. "Hurt your head?" while pulling Lyra slowly. He laid Lyra beside him and put his lips together at the woman's temple.

"Just a long day."

Romy looked at Lyra's slightly dark eyes, and a black shadow underneath. "You want to tell me?"

It felt delicious, even more than scrumptious as he lay curled up on Romy's body. Reminds Lyra of another time when they lay down like this and all the trouble of the day disappears under the touch of Romy's hand, her lips.

"May I have another time?"

Romy shifted her position and leaned over Lyra's body while her lips smudged the woman's lips, flirting slightly as her tongue crept inward.

Lyra felt Romy's hand slide down to her waist, slipped behind the tank top and traced the curves of both her chest, cupped her, then stroked her peak with her thumb until it stiffened.

"You're not playing fair" Lyara said as Romy's mouth slid down a sensitive crack at the base of her throat.

"Send me to stop."

But it's too late when Romy uncovers his tank top and the man's lips cover one of his sensitive chest peaks, teasing him to the point that Lyra's body curves. He screamed as Romy began to pry at him, and his breath stuck in his throat.

It felt so unbearable, and Lyra helped Romy take off her nightgown, and the man grabbed her before it started moving.

Romy slowly increases each push until Lyra follows, before bringing them verdua into a beautiful release.

That, Lyra thought before falling asleep, the only positive thing in this marriage. In the darkness of the night he could almost believe the past and the present were linked.